Through the windows of Freeport 10, a black shape could be seen lumbering past. As the light of the sun shone upon its hull, Colonial markings appeared on the plates of armor. Undoubtedly, it was an Atlas, and its markings suggested it was a Colonial Mover, christened the "Calypso." After some time, it docked with the space station, much of her crew disembarking and dispersing throughout the station.
Within the Dome, a middle-aged man clad in a somewhat tarnished suit walked in, his walk being that of a cautious man, and his eyes furtive as he scanned the area around him. If one were to look at the ID card hanging from his neck, it would have read "David Tennyson." After a couple seconds, he walked over to the crowd of people gathered in the amphitheatre, and took a seat nearby. With a tired sigh, he listens in on the conversations taking place, letting it overtake him.
