Sorry, folks! I had a busy weekend and did not get a chance to write the next chapter. I did have an inspiration for something that's gonna happen later, though...
Aboard Polaris Grim was certainly one valid word for it. Stepping aboard Polaris with zir small team, Alexander could see the immediate effects of the events the late Lieutenant Commander Wheeler had described. The airlock had already been open on both sides. Anyone who had been anywhere near it in
Zephyr, in orbit at the third waypoint. Shiptime 657ksecs. If Singer had ever doubted the wisdom of having the COs and XOs quarters so close to the command center, those doubts vanished when Alexander came onto the bridge, looking a little disheveled, less than one-hundred seconds after Singer had ordered
Zephyr, arriving at third waypoint, shiptime 656ksec The trip to the second waypoint had been uneventful, given the almost pedestrian time compressor ratios they were still using. They had notched up to 1000:1, which was fast relative to recent memory, but only because Bellerophon's damaged TC drive
Zephyr, outbound of Gliese-581 The outbound spiral out to the heliopause proceeded without any real fuss. Singer should have been pleased. Instead, she was antsy. Everything for megaseconds had felt urgent. Even when Bellerophon had fell into routine on its long trip "home" to Gliese-581, the possibility of