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Without a cloud darkening the sky, it was the sort of atmosphere for which the weather modification grid had been invented...to the great appreciation of Starfleet Academy's latest graduating class, in particular the brand-new ensign who had rented out the balcony garden of the city's nicest hotel. | Without a cloud darkening the sky, it was the sort of atmosphere for which the weather modification grid had been invented...to the great appreciation of Starfleet Academy's latest graduating class, in particular the brand-new ensign who had rented out the balcony garden of the city's nicest hotel. | ||
Under a blanket of stars, with the cool breeze making no impact on his carefully-constructed, tousled hair, Cade lifted his glass. "To the class of 2384." | Under a blanket of stars, with the cool breeze making no impact on his carefully-constructed, tousled hair, Cade Whitman lifted his glass. "To the class of 2384." | ||
Raising her own champagne flute, Velana echoed the toast. "To the future." | Raising her own champagne flute, Velana echoed the toast. "To the future." |