It had been forty-nine days since the incoming fleet had been reported.
The highest command of New City was in a command center looking at a screen showing a scene from outer space. Beside it, smaller screens were showing people who were keeping up with the situation from elsewhere, like a more steady looking Mountain who was leading the forces readied on the moon.
Among the scientists taking charge, one in his fifties could be recognized despite the traces the years had left on his face. He had been the shortlisted successor of professor Bartetzko, but his position toward the back showed that changes had taken place regarding the matter.
Estrella was overlooking the room from a higher floor, with the secretary-like Hannah beside her.
Only whispers from the floor below were preventing silence from dominating the room.
