Jazmynde’s ship, white and gleaming, arced its way to Titan. Behind it, there was the crescent of Saturn with a straight sliver of ring bisecting the horizon.
Jazmynde finished reading her reports – a general information dump gathered from general broadcasts across the system. It was signal noise from every campus in her range, some of the waves being so dim that she had to account for the stretched wavelengths reaching her. It was hard separating the wheat from the chaff in all of that radio pollution, especially with the broadcast hiss coming from the Jovian planets.