Ricor Messman
"Got no specifics here," the captain responded, stretching his broad arms. "Tell them to buzz back when the scouts or scanners tell us something useful."
Watching space drift past, he wondered what the "various department heads" thought he knew. He'd no idea if there were a hundred refugees or a million - relieved or angry, if the moon'd be blown apart in three days or had already done so, if the non-standard distress call was genuine or five cruisers were waiting to capture the destroyer.
But in the vastness of space, patience was still a virtue, and he was a believer.
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