Bridge on USS Apollo

The Apollo hung over earth like a silver star. Indeed, should anyone on the night side look up they might see the way the sun reflected off its hull to make it appear a star. Albeit moving. Albeit larger. Still lovely. And this 'star' would be embarking soon enough.

A blinking light appeared on tactical. A tall, slim gauteed man, NL McGurrin tapped the console with a long, thin finger. His brow furrowed.

=^= Bridge to Captain Jorel. We have incoming orders packet from Admiral Lewis at Starfleet. It is marked urgent. =^=

NL Derek McGurrin

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