Honor waits for a moment to give him a chance to recover. She picks at her Omnicomm and learns a bit more about the Dalgig.
*Aliens* She thinks to herself with a measure of awe. *Scratch that, advanced aliens. The Type III and IV civilizations that the scientists back home liked to speculate about*.
There were no less than seven or so sentient species discovered throughout known space back in her time, including the Treecats on her home planet of Sphinx: technologically, none of them had progressed beyond hunter gatherer.
But this...this was a truly diverse universe that she found herself in. Exhilarating, yet frightening at the same time.
Finally, she can't hold back some more questions.
"My apologies, Mr. Cranston, but–how many other crewmembers are there at the moment, and how are they organized? And pardon me for asking, but what proof is there for the belief that..."
It's her turn to bite her lip.
"...that our homeworlds have been destroyed." She said very, very, levelly.
no subject
*Aliens* She thinks to herself with a measure of awe. *Scratch that, advanced aliens. The Type III and IV civilizations that the scientists back home liked to speculate about*.
There were no less than seven or so sentient species discovered throughout known space back in her time, including the Treecats on her home planet of Sphinx: technologically, none of them had progressed beyond hunter gatherer.
But this...this was a truly diverse universe that she found herself in. Exhilarating, yet frightening at the same time.
Finally, she can't hold back some more questions.
"My apologies, Mr. Cranston, but–how many other crewmembers are there at the moment, and how are they organized? And pardon me for asking, but what proof is there for the belief that..."
It's her turn to bite her lip.
"...that our homeworlds have been destroyed." She said very, very, levelly.
Nimitz 'bleaks' softly.