(Earth Federation- Artificial Planet X-837)
(Temporary Military Outpost- Commander's Private Cabin)
The gentle sounds of classical music filled the air and an old gentleman dressed in a dark gold military uniform leaned against his chair.
Commander Stewart closed his eyes and pressed his fingers against his temples. With slow circular movements, he massaged the sides of his head over and over again.
Send a report? Or remain silent? What was the correct option?
He did not expect to be faced with such a difficult choice.
It had only been a few hours ago when a special report had landed on his desk. The contents of that report were the source of his current state of anxiety.
One of the scouts had made contact with two noble heirs and wanted an extraction team sent out to rescue them.
The identities of both nobles had been confirmed so it was not a trap.
