“Still here, Captain?” a voice called from across the bridge. The captain, an aged Zelosian whose once-bright emerald eyes were now rheumy and clouded, turned at the sound. He was wearing his Yanibar Guard Fleet dress uniform and the carefully-pressed fabric rustled with the motion as he swiveled to face the new arrival. “Commander Darik,” the Zelosian returned in greeting. “I might ask you the same question.” “Feels so empty in here, sir,” Darik noted. “Did you hear that echo?” “Indeed,” the captain agreed, his own rasping voice a hushed murmur. “I never thought I’d see her like this.” “Go.”