Columbian Exchange

“Captain,” Travis stated, bringing Jon’s attention to him. “We are approaching something, and if my scans are correct, I think its the Columbia, Sir.”  Jon stood up and walked forward to stand behind Travis.

“On screen.”  The view port changed to show a magnified view of the object they were approaching.  It indeed looked like the Columbia, but it looked like a very beat up Columbia.

“Hoshi, try and make Contact.”