The morning/afternoon shift gave Meelan all the thinking time he needed that day. He had already packed up his stuff the night before and was ready to return to normal EDF life when the thought hit him. He knew that somewhere out there, that missing fleet of warships was just dying to be discovered. As thin and stretched as UNSF resources were, this new fleet of ships would be just the thing they needed to win the war. He knew that out there, a great journey was calling him, beckoning to him stronger and stronger every time he had the dream. Usually, by the end of the day, his sense of adventure had waned, but not in this case. He knew what he had to do.
He had to find the Maiden class ships, or die trying. |
