"How are we doing, Mister Graves?" Hawkins asked after most of the onlookers had cleared out. As he perched his oval shaped glasses on the bridge of his nose.<br/>"Sir." Graves nodded, pressing a few buttons to bring up the holograms. Wire outlines of the ships in the fleet all appeared hovering in the space above the CAC dias, each hologram holding the same relative position and space as it's real life counterpart.<br/>"All ships have reported in. We are on course for Proxima Centauri and the Terra Nova colony.  Condition Green has been set throughout the fleet."<br/>Hawkins bowed his head slightly.<br/>"And the core?"<br/>Graves pressed a few more keys and a spherical representation of the Cerberus core took its place amongst the holograms along with bar charts and other relevant data.<br/>"Within mission parameters, sir."<br/>"Keep an eye on it. If that thing so much as hiccups I want it off this ship."<br/>"Sir." Graves gave a curt nod of acknowledgement.<br/>Hawkins straightened his posture.<br/><br/>"Whats our ETA?"<br/>"Sir. We can't be sure but navigation has put us around the ten to twelve hour mark. We'll know when we're closer...sir."<br/><br/>"Very well. Go get some rack time, Will. I'll take first watch."<br/><br/>Graves stood to attention and saluted sharply.<br/>"Yes sir, thank you, sir."<br/>He turned on his heel and left.<br/><br/>Hawkins turned back to the CAC station and started going over the reports filed from the day. Starting with some of the last log entries before the jump.<br/>It was there he came across something that nearly made his heart stop.<br/>Hawkins gasped suddenly with a wavering voice barely louder than a whisper.<br/>"By the stars..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>