The first thing everyone did when they woke up the next day was look out at the sky.
The rain had stopped, and the sky had reverted to its artificial blue hue, complete with white clouds.
The puddles on the streets had all been cleared away, and the research institutes were collecting rainwater samples for study.
It was as if, overnight, the Federation had returned to its usual tranquility.
But everyone knew things were different now.
Just yesterday, nearly a hundred thousand people had died in despair alongside the Alien Beasts.
Today, all software across the Federation was displayed in black and white. All entertainment venues had been ordered to close for three days, and all recreational gatherings were forbidden.
The morning news was continuously broadcasting the names of the missing, as well as a list of the original inhabitants of the Frontline Star who hadn't been successfully evacuated.
