Capa stood, back to the door, as he quietly looked over some of his notes. The creation of the starbomb was already beginning to haunt him, but he tried to simply brush away the thought as he stared at the notes.

He brushed some of his hair out of his face, mumbling incoherently under his breath. He was trying not to be stressed, and trying to ignore the thought of the Icarus II’s oxygen garden slowly depleting.