“Captain, we have a transmission that’s coming up from a nearby planet! The signal is weak, but it’s looping. If we record it a few times, we could splice the video and audio feed-“
“Make it so.”
The communications officer looked at her commanding officer and nodded, her brows furrowed as she returned her gaze to the console and began to gather the samples required. As she waited in her comfortable red seat, she tapped one of her red-painted nails against an empty part of the console. Green eyes gazed listlessly at the reading screen. Read the rest of this entry »
My Name Applies 