"The admiral's going on about the "Great Threat to the Federation" again." Belladonna said. "He actually seems to thin that we actually buy that it exists."
"Too bad." Ensign Caitrin replied. But her mind seemed to be somewhere else. And indeed it was. There was a Songstealer on board. The Songstealers sucked the life from entire races...it was firmly accomplished on Old Terra, where no music and no life remained. Oh, yes, there were still people existing on Terra, but there was no life.
Belladonna continued talking. "And have you realized we're heading to the Crab Nebula? The admiral won't tell us, but I know that heading for certain. Isn't that weird?"
At the sound of the words "Crab Nebula," Caitrin looked up, startled. "The Crab Nebula? Are you certain?" she said.
"Oh, yeah." Belladonna replied. "Definitely."
"Excuse me, but I've got to go!" the ensign said, rushing from the table. This was worse than she had ever expected!