The cork popped off the champagne bottle and as the assembly of officers cheered.
“A toast,” Admiral Niles called. “to the Phoenix!”
“The Phoenix!” everyone echoed and drank.
Naomi watched the party from her shadowed corner. Everything was ready and her new ship would soon leave dry dock, but she couldn't bring herself to the excitement of her crew and fellow officers. Naomi loved space. She loved her ship. She loved exploring the unknown and discovering new things, but going out into the black again also meant war, more fighting, more hurt, more death.
“How much more hate and destruction could this galaxy take?” She silently asked herself. “When will it end? Will it end?”