Office of the Rear Admiral

[Rodent]

An aide rushed into D'Souza's office, out of breath. Clearly she had ran all the way...

Robert looked up from his terminal, and gave an inquiring look. The aide wasted no time.

The Coalition Representative's shuttle has arrived, Sir. Should I send him here?

The Hispanian Admiral pushed his chair back a little, and got up. He was not particularly tall, but there was assurance in the way he stood, and the brief nod he gave to the aide. She scampered out.

He had a short time to ponder. There was a window, looking out into the dark void encompassing Lisbon Station. The Green and black so common to this region of space stared back at him. It had a little in common with Crete's green nebulae, but it lacked the rusty red, and the bleak sun that died and yet lived. The sun here was sharp, or would be, but his window did not face Omicron 100's prominent star. Rocks, lots of rocks. They would serve as an excellent natural defense, should Omicron 100 be breached. He was hoping it would never come to that, whatever it took...

His reverie was broken by a knock on the door.

Come in! He said.