	Vice Admiral Ross Brahms sat in the flag officer mess on board the GTD Eternity.  His thoughtful gaze was cast outside the nearby window, looking at barren planet who's orbit happened to place it near where Gamma Draconis jump node used to be.

	So far recon had revealed no Shivan activity in the system, aptly named Exodus 1.  Two jump nodes had been discovered, and there was the possibility of a third at the outer reaches of the system.  For now he was content to simply organize the fleet in something resembling a coherent force, the massed and rapid evacuation having prevented any such thing.  Then he had to decide was node to take in hopes of finding a way back to the GTVA.  He only hoped that the Shivan that came through the new Knossos were exactly what intel said they were, and extended patrol group.  If so, then they were unlikely to see any other Shivans for quite sometime.

	He hated the idea of exploring new territory while protecting the enormous civilian convoys.  Too much could go wrong, and all it took was one wrong step and cross paths with a Shivan battle group.  

	He stood and paced back and forth by the window.  So many decisions to make and so many possibilities.  For all he knew, one the nodes could lead straight to black hole, or a even a Shivan held star system.  He had only a few destroyers in which to protect over six million civilians and he understood that casualties somewhere down the road were inevitable.