Admiral's LogStardate 87264.5Earth Spacedock When I close my eyes, all I see is wreckage. Blasted ships strewn about space like broken toys. Escape pods that offered no refuge. Broken bodies … I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. There are hundreds of people I'd like to apologize to who will never have the chance to hear my meaningless words. And the letters we send to their families are cold comfort at best. We had to do something. The Iconians are winning. Their Heralds are moving beyond military tar…