The Dresden slipped away from its docking clamps and floated slowly away from the station. As it did, suddenly the communications station lit up like a laser light show.

NE Lot’l could be heard transferring comm after comm, and the frustration on his face began to show after just a few moments. “Captain, I’m receiving dozens of incoming comms. Some are asking for specific personnel, some for departments.” and he spun in his chair to face her, a confused and concerned expression on his face. “And Ma’am… there is a Senator Belgrande for you or the XO specifically. She does not sound happy, Captain.”

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