Navarre sat patiently in the cargo control deck. He was watching the yard dog move the modules into position and waited for their all clear signal before tractoring the cargo into position. He suddenly felt a little ill to his stomach. A deep feeling of impending doom seemed to loom all around him. Though he could not imagine why he had such a feeling; his first thought was one of a remembered promise that was rapidly approaching. *One year is our tomorrow.* The words echoed in his mind. "Avarris." He whispered softly. He sat motionless for a moment. then instantly punched the comms button, "Engineering." "Engineering." Came Sielvarios voice. "Manning ship control, Captain." "Locate blue and have her meet me in my office once I dock the cargo in place. Fifteen minutes." "Understood." The Hemlsman responded curtly. Navarre switched the comm off. One thing to do before another. He had the feeling that tomorrow was not soon enough.