The Admiral reviewed the latest reports from the expedition to the lost stars.
This was the system, scouted in the last report. A C2 with no environmental effects, statics to high-sec and to a C1. According to the Imperial killboard, a seven-versus-seven engagement had taken place here not long ago. In wormhole space, that is not an accident. It is a trace.
The combat pilot and the scout confirmed the system’s parameters. Class and statics are acceptable. No additional effects. A missile- and shield-oriented fleet will operate without penalties.
On paper, the system fits.
The logistics report was concise. A medium secure container has been delivered and anchored at a safe location. It is intended for blue loot and hacking sites proceeds, but its real advantage lies elsewhere: it fits into the hold of a scanning frigate. It does not bind the expedition to this system.
Unlike the giant container left behind in the former C1. It was simply unpractical to get it out of there.
If the system proves inhabited, withdrawal must be swift.
The combat report followed. First anomaly cleared. No losses. No external interference detected.
For now.
The Admiral closed the report.
How long does one have to remain in a system to consider it empty? A day? A week? A month?
In wormhole space, silence is rarely vacant.