The large Ramesian battle cruiser floated over the blue planet. It was the mother ship and the home of the fleet commander. The fleet commander stood at the window in his personal living space and peered down, watching the swirling layer of clouds that hovered over the surface of the planet.
The communications with the surface had been restored. The communications were down because a group of Romanians had formed a militia and had decided to go after the human population of the planet. Their leader, the former Chief Medic, had been responsible for forming the group. His name was Chief Medic Kaul. The surface had cut off communications to fend off others that he could recruit to his cause. It seemed to have worked.
The buzz of his call button echoed through his chambers to notify him of someone outside his door. "Enter!" he called, not bothering to turn and see who it was. His eyes were still focused on the swirling clouds beneath him.
