You return to see most of the crew huddled around the starchart. As the door slides open many of them turn to you staring daggers into your eyes. Several complaints are really just insults directed at your intelligence, but you know that they don't really mean it (at least most of them don't). They are afraid. Afraid of failing what is arguably the most important diplomatic operation in the last century. This is less about them and more about what's at stake for the people they care about. Even strangers that they will never meet have filled a chamber of their hearts. They've seen far too much misery and despair as the decades of war continued to roll on.

There's a lot on the table, far too much for them to carry alone. But even standing together the total load is nearly crushing them, making them barely able to stand. They need help. You all need help. But there's no one else. It's just a skeleton crew of some of the IPA's best, piloting a small ship through the quietness of empty space. 

It's not that you're incompetent, they just don't understand.

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