It was that which Sinclair first heard upon exiting the small transport craft; something she could remember being played at ceremonies before she had even joined up. The brunette cut an authoritative, if youthful figure. Young for what one typically ascribed to an Admiral, but these were the days when simulation and netcentric warfare ruled the day. Actual fleet-wide combat had not been seen in decades.
A legacy combat force being handed to a new generation.
So it was that she offered a perfunctory smile in receipt of the anthem, setting foot on the first battlestar not of her own command in... A very long time.