"Everyone stay quiet for a minute. Williams, patch me through to the fleet."
The commissioner adjusts his beret and straightens his collar, his uniform weakly illuminated by the blueish glow radiating from the bridge's many computers.
"Soldiers. Men and women of the ISF. Good morning. Commissioner Morgan here - I apologize for interrupting your morning routine, but I have a few words I'd like to share and I promise they will be brief.
I know how difficult it's been to adjust. I know that many of you have lost your comrades, your brothers in arms, your loved ones. I know that the hunger, the grief and the exhaustion are heavy burdens that have been unjustly forced upon each and every one of us, in our darkest of days.
But what I also know is that I've been blessed with command of the toughest and bravest men and women that the universe could ever hope to see. Serving alongside all of you is the greatest honor that could have ever been bestowed upon me, and there is NOTHING in the world that I would trade such an honor for.
We WILL prevail, soldiers, and we will have justice. Our fallen comrades will be avenged. We will settle for nothing less, I promise you.
Order above all else. Commissioner Morgan, over and out."
The man nonchalantly takes a sip of his coffee as the comm system is deactivated, sighing in exhasperation before he turns to the nearest officer on the bridge.
"You, ensign! Stop drooling over that console. Scan the system and give me a full report, pronto. I want to know what we're dealing with here. Furthermore, have someone work on intercepting those transmissions if at all possible, we are not going in unprepared. Dismissed!"
As the ensign salutes and scurries off, Morgan diverts his attention to the frontal section of the bridge, gazing at the vast expanse of space before his eyes. He cups his hands behind his back while contemplating the situation at hand, his facial expression betraying a vague mixture of grief, anger and determination.
