Michelle looks out of the window, watching the Warshawski sails of her ship flicker like frozen lightning against the gorgeous chaos of hyper space.

"You would have loved to see this, Cal," she raises her glass in a silent toast to her absent brother, "always the dreamer, always working for a better world, you'd have loved to see us break the power of the Solarian League and harness it."

"I'll do it for you," she presses her forehead against the cold viewport, talking to ghosts, "and you can tell me what you think when we meet again."