"You know what this means."
Quentin Cooper raised his right hand, rubbing his temple, which was slightly aching.
It was really true that misfortunes never came alone. An unresolved problem was followed by another thorny issue.
Emerson pulled up a chair and sat down, "Of course I know. We first need to determine if this is inevitable or accidental. If inevitable, it's terrible. This would seriously damage the Empire's expeditions, meaning human civilization could not leave the Milky Way Galaxy. If accidental, we need to figure out the probability of it happening."
Quentin lowered his hand, "We are not currently the farthest fleet away from the Solar System. There are some fleets moving in a direction completely perpendicular to the Ecliptic Plane, but they have not encountered this situation."
