The Bridge of the CNS Donovan was shrouded in shadows that were broken only by the flickering of the monitors at the watch stations.
The Captain looked up from his data device as the ship’s computer sounded the shift change. He covertly watched as the first shift came in and relieved the dog-watch. With a hidden smile, he pretended to watch the tactica…
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