[h2]John[/h2]

John actually gave a look around the bridge to make sure there wasn’t a camera crew. 

[i]‘Looking for Sol?’[/i]

He let out a scoff. What were they the latest [i]Galaxy Force[/i] flick? He could see the title now; Galaxy Force: The Search for the Lost Homeworld. 

“Much as I would love to go on a galaxy spanning adventure in the hope Earth hasn’t been mulched by the machines; I think our first jump should be more short term.” 

He gestured at the star chart and its various projections and data.

“Mainly, a place to stock up for the short term. Perhaps a place to dump some people who don’t want to stay on a colony ship. Cut some of the chaff out now.” 

A few star systems had the symbology he was looking for. 

“Some suspected wildcat colonies might be what we need.” He glanced around the room. Meeting the major personalities that were steering this planning. “No need to rush from adrenaline and survival to jumping a search that has lasted generations. Let’s get situated for the immediate future and vote on our course later.” 

He glanced around the room again. Mentally tallying whether they would hop onto his plan or not. 

If not he would need to repair the shuttle. Get an escape plan ready. Maybe invite a few of the more upstanding crew as he exited stage left. 

Not the toad though. 

Definitely not him.