A poem I wrote in my senior year of high school for an assignment, that I thought I might share.

"Captain?" Ezra was sitting at the controls, staring at the blinking message being displayed on the screen. "I need you in the control room," he switched off the intercom, and a few minutes later, Rizza walked in. "I was just checking to see if there were any logs from when we were in cryo and..." Ezra trailed off, glancing at the screen. "Where is it coming from?" Rizza asked, walking forward. "Planet T-52," Ezra replied, looking up at the blinking distress call. "But I thought..." "I know. T-52 should be abandoned," Ezra shook his head.