!!cAsGzl185mF 01/11/12(Wed)14:49 No.17503773|
It is early in the morning and you are fast asleep after a busy day yesterday. Flying around, shooting and getting shot at, stopping a fight between some pilots and mechanics, and finally reading.
One minute you're dreaming about boxing against some stuffed starship toys the next you're waking up from alarms blaring.
"Emergency. All ship crews to their stations. Emergency." announces the cold emotionless voice of the station computer.
"Aww crap, I'll have to run all the way to the ship." You realise, and drag yourself out of bed and into your jumpsuit, grumbling about military bullshit. Glancing over at the clock, it reads 4 AM station time.
You're about to hit the wall mounted com panel near the door then realise you'll need your own comlink and check your pockets for it.
"This is Reynard to Corvette Eight bridge, what's our status?" You ask stifling a yawn.
The ships Navigator, a woman whose name you still cant remember answers.
"Our squadron has been put on alert. The station recieved a Distress signal a few minutes ago from a ship under attack. All other forces are currently busy or engaged. The Knight Lt wants us underway in the next five minutes."
"Any chance someone could grab me a coffee?"
"We have stim drinks up here if you need them but they dont taste great. Please dont wast time and get over here."
>YOUR ORDERS? (Get to the bridge ASAP, detour for coffee, other?)