The ship's mechanical humming was strangely quiet. The song Rose of Victorywas drifting in the passageways as the loaded Iteron silently slides from the launch tube. I effortlessly align her to the Luse Stargate, to leave my homeworld of Clellinon for the first time.
The small swarm of Velators were all gone. It was now Tristans and Atrons, as the green starred probes had started growing up.
"If you can not reach something... Consider moving closer."