"Exiting subspace." Maris Fenway nodded and leaned forward in her chair. The IVS Ganymede blinked into realspace with the usual twisting sensation in the gut, but Fenway barely noticed it after nine years of acclimation. "Contact Voltiania Skywatch, request permission to enter Volitanian Orbit." "Yes, Captain," came the voice of Lieutenant Albert Gremen, Ganymede's navigator. Fortunately, Tayn didn't seem to have a primal urge to stick his fingers into every action taken under his purview, so he kept to himself. He would have plenty of work later, after all. Maris nodded. "Move into position."