“Commodore, this is wormhole control. A small transport of some kind just dropped out of hyperspace right next to us, ignoring arrival zones. It’s making a dash for the wormhole.”
Commodore Griswald glanced out the big picture window of Wormhole Station’s dining area and saw the newcomer. He couldn't recognize the ship class but could see that it was clearly of Goultaran design.
Ambassador Britil and everyone else seated with them also saw it. She jumped from her chair, fists clenched.
