A few hours of free time before another sunrise in another star system you can find the civilian staff on other places than in the civilian hangars. In a niche near the geodesic bio-garden inside one of the science ships of the Republic of Lorell , Tzemela di Nero, a civilian pilot sat cross-legged twisting a loose curl of her long black hair dancing down her back. This time she wore a long dark robe embroderied with stars along the lower edges, a sharp contrast to her flight suit. One tea cup with a dark green tea stood beside her, in the lap laid a small digital notebook. Once again she looked out through the windows, noticing that the warp speed had ended and that these stars were others than near Port Olisar. Humming on the melody for the anthem she nodded once. Juggling words are similar to write music. Speaking low to herself she tried the rhythm of the words.. "Still bound to the grounds, still safe among friends, still trying to read the deeper mysteries of the Darkest Secrets of them all.... our Universe, our truest home, this one being is." sipping at her tea, Tzemela hesitated. This was only a draft. Much needed to be changed. " sparks among friends growing and glowing, long lasting ideas and dreams may be whispered about, soon talked aloud... but deep are the minds and unknown the future" She shaked her head in disbelief. How would she find the music within the words in time? The deadline was just a few days ahead.... https://robertsspaceindustries.com/citizens/Tzeme https://robertsspaceindustries.com/orgs/LORELL https://lorellcorsairs.enjin.com/