A big African-American man in his early forties, he was standing at the helm. His first officer, Framer, was hovering nearby, looking more than a little nervous.Finally Framer said, “Are you quite sure about this, Captain?”Anderson turned. “Quite sure, Commander. Why? Is there a problem?”“No, sir. It’s just... our last message from Earth-Dome ordered us to the Vega Colony for a routine security patrol. And now we’ve changed course to Babylon 5 without notifying HQ.”“Phil, you worry too much. Now go on with the status checks. I know what I’m doing.”The first officer nodded dubiously. “There’s also an officer from the engine room, sir. Flagler. Looks like he’s got a grievance. Shall I deal with it?”“No. I’ll take care of it myself. Send him to me in the wardroom in ten minutes.” Flagler entered and saluted smartly. He was a small, skinny man with a head of unruly red hair and thin, unpleasant features. They usually indicated trouble. Anderson had dealt with him before.
