Jane sat at her desk, staring down at the console in front of her. Blue and green holographic images moved around just above the console display panel. She stared at them glumly, her head propped up on one hand. She had been staring at the same damn images for the past hour, and now her eyes were losing focus.
Around Jane her co-workers chatted, laughed, and socialized. Mandy – a beautiful blue-skinned Hoya who sat alongside Jane – kept chortling as she talked loudly about everything other than work.
‘You should have seen what he said to those new recruits,’ she laughed, her lips spreading wide as her very large eyes sparkled.
‘Well, I suppose the rookies weren't expecting a lesson from a professional,’ noted Tarta. He came from an insect-like race, and spread his pincers as he chuckled wildly.
Jane knew who they were talking about, because there was only one person they ever talked about: Lucas Stone. The shining star of the Security Division of the Galactic Force. When he’d been a student, a rookie, he’d once thwarted an attack on the Galactic Union Senate. That same rookie had once single-handedly saved an entire battle cruiser, by heroically plugging an engine leak with his own armor. He was also the man who had practically rewritten the book on security procedures throughout the Galactic Force. Most importantly, he was the guy everybody knew would be picked to lead the new expedition to the outer rim. In fact, it felt like when it came to the Galactic Force, he was the only one anybody ever talked about or acknowledged. The legendary Lucas Stone.