I’m done! It’s finally over.
He offered the crowd a polite nod. Before he could grab his tablet and run off stage, the coordinator approached.
“Thank you, Science Officer Bassan from Tgren,” the man said, his words barely audible in the auditorium over the clapping. “We have time for a couple questions.”
Damn, I forgot about questions. Please make them simple.
The first two questions were technical in nature. Despite their spontaneity, Bassan knew the answers. Confidence growing, he waited for the next one. The coordinator pointed to a Narcon in the second row.
“Much of what you’ve discovered has been a result of your direct connection to the Kintal ship,” the man stated, his thick voice carrying across the crowded room. “Can you explain that connection, Science Officer Bassan?”
Bass
