The dimly lit chamber hummed from the low purr of the engine. There was hushed chatter as people took their break. The thin woman staring blankly at the screen checked her watch and wished her lunch break would come sooner.

Feota glanced over at her fellow officers and wished she could join them but she sighed and turned back to her screen. Boredom threatened to overwhelm her as she leaned back in her chair and started spinning.

“Nothing interesting happens here.” she pouted.

As if on cue, her screen lit up and it pulsed red in warning. A level one alarm went off and everyone scrambled to their feet. It took them a moment to realize they weren’t under attack but rather a warning to the ship.

Scanning through the data file, Feota gazed in shock at the reports. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped.

Her commanding officer came out of nowhere and bent past her shoulder. “What is it private?”

“Sir!” she straightened in her chair. “You’ll want to take a look at this.”

“That’s what I’m doing, private,” he said bluntly. “What am I looking at.”

“It’s our long-range scanners, sir,” Feota reported. “They picked up a signal on Tepra.”

“And?” he asked, impatience.

“Th-there is an Emarine on Tepra, sir,” Feota muttered.

“That’s not possible.” her commander said. “Check again.”

Feota bit her lip, knowing she was correct but did as she was told and ran the scan again. The same result popped up a moment later.

“Sir.” she leaned back and looked up at him. “He’s wearing an old F.S.A.P. suit. His RP code says he was based on Isulia, sir. One of our old colonies but it was abandoned over three thousand years ago.”

The commander stood straight and scratched his chin. “That… can’t be right,” he said slowly. “Private. Set a course for Tepra.”