!!O+eQDn0BBx8 08/26/11(Fri)23:51 No.16078433|
“There you are, Sir. I have prepared the dro-” Tynes trails off as you step up onto the main bridge platform and take your command chair. Arrayed in your Dress Blacks, silver trim glinting and array of decorations tinkling softly you nod and gesture for the man to continue.
“Uh, the drones are prepared. The other systems too. We’re nearly ready.”
“Good. Why are you telling me this, though? Where’s Ivanova?”
Your XO’s voice rings from the entryway, “Here, Sir. My apologies.” You see her step up onto the dais with Ensign Rao. “I was verifying Ensign Rao’s skill reading the sensor output since you saw fit to appoint him to the position.”
“I assume he passed?”
“Yes. As for our status, systems are prepped and ready.” She swings past and takes her position.
“I have been informed. Battlestations, prepare for jump.” You recline your chair and slip easily into your trance. A soft humming courses through your frame, intensive systems coming online. The tingle of energy courses along your skin, shield deploying, and you feel your combat processing beginning final sequencing... then activate.
“Status report.” you intone, eyes closed and body insensate.
“All systems, check. Prepared for jump.” Ivanova finishes, looking over. “Beginning countdown.”
Kateryna’s voice slides smoothly through the air, her counting modulated to your own clock. Twenty seconds. The jumprings, concentric and perfect, begin their spin-up. Fifteen, the reactor field shimmers and the midnight-black void of the singularity pulses. Providing power enough to destroy worlds, star, solar systems. Your dark heart beating out a slow rhythm. “Five.” Calculations locked in. “Four.” Weapons hot. “Three.” Form shield at maximum. “Two.” Final systems check green, emergency abort not required. “One.”