A dark-haired officer slammed a palm onto the edge of the tactical table. "We can't keep sitting here. Something is clearly wrong down there, and we need to go there to help."
A blond pilot standing nearby looked tired more than calm, but he still answered without raising his voice.
"And if we rush down blind and lose the station too, then what? This is still our last strongpoint in orbit."
The third one in the room, a brown-haired woman in a command jacket, had said almost nothing for the last half hour.
She had been watching the data, as she tried to understand everything so that she could make a more accurate judgment, so when she finally spoke, both men looked at her.
"We send a mech team," she said. "A proper recon wing to check out what is happening, they will go down there quickly and return just as fast, so we can tell if the planet and its residents are still functioning, and we get answers. If it's not, we return and prepare for war."
