Havelock returned to his quarters, shut and locked his door, then slumped down on his chair with a sigh. The damage to the Twilight was worse than it had seemed at first. Part of the weapons control system was fried, and would have to be replaced. That would take time. It was fiddly work. Luckily, Smith claimed he had isolated the problems with the weapons systems with the help of some of the base technicians. He claimed it was due to some earlier battle damage that had gone unnoticed. Havelock was relieved to hear this, as hed been harbouring some rather dire suspicions.
He grumbled, and ran his fingers through his hair. Things just kept getting weirder and weirder out here, and those creepy green floating things he kept seeing out in space didnt make anything more normal looking. They had been bugging him for the last couple of months. Apparently, they were some sort of space-faring organism, much like algae. Odd looking things, that was for sure.
Putting thoughts of malfunctioning weapons, erratic Vice-Admirals, and alien organisms out of his head, he rose and retrieved a book to read. Reading always calmed him down after a long day. He sat down and started reading, losing himself in the novel
Some time later, he was startled by a bleep from his computer. Havelock looked up, put his book aside, and headed over to his console. It seemed there was a message for him. Oddly enough, it seemed to come from someone who identified themselves as A Concerned Friend, rather than using a Navy Milnet identification code. Bizarre. What a day, said Havelock in wonder, Curiouser and curiouser. Now, who the hell is this fellow?
Havelock's eyes widened in shock, for stranger still was the contents of the message
