Commodore Griswald stepped into the busy conference room and smiled when he saw the view through the window. The helmsman had followed his orders with skill, artistically positioning the viewport so that the delegates could look out and see Wormhole Station, surrounded by new construction, framed by the staggeringly beautiful and ominous wormhole.
“Yes,” said Secretary of State Jesson, walking over and shaking his hand. “The view you arranged was a nice touch. Thank you, Commodore. I invited you down here because I thought you’d like to be present for the final results of your efforts.”
