"...Is there any way we can achieve the best of both worlds?"
Austin, Evan, Dr. Arthur Lambert, and the other section heads standing by the command console were at a complete loss. While brilliant in their respective scientific fields, none of them were seasoned politicians. The Noah was a unified vessel with very few internal conflicts of interest, meaning the dark art of political maneuvering had largely withered away among the crew.
Jason frowned, his mind racing as he stared at the main screen. He had never been one for cloak-and-dagger diplomacy. Right now, he desperately wished he had a cabinet of Old Earth's most cunning political strategists standing behind him.
