The Starship Endeavor was screaming through the void of Sector 7, but inside, the atmosphere was as stagnant as a pond. For three weeks, they had encountered nothing but cosmic dust. The crew was vibrating with a restless, cabin-fever energy; even the low-frequency thrum of the warp drive had begun to sound like a taunt. The silence was finally shattered when Ensign Nova stepped forward. She was a vision in a Deep Command...