 What is the image Hatcher’s team sees on the viewing consul?
Whatever it was, he had no business in it; for five minutes before he had been spaceborne, on the Long Jump from Earth to the thriving colonies circling Betelgeuse Nine. He had read off the azimuth angles from the computer sights, automatically locked on their beacon stars, and found them correct; then out of long habit confirmed the locking mechanism visually. Hatcher ordered silence, studying the specimen from Earth. Hatcher swung closer, his thick skin quivering slightly; he would have gestured if he had brought members with him to gesture with. His second in command was busy, but one of the other team workers reported—nothing new—and asked about Hatcher's appearance before the council. One brush with them, in ages past, had almost destroyed Hatcher's people.
 A human female
 A human female  Hatcher’s specimen  The Jordell Bank  A human male