Personal Journal Serene Falk:
Captain HMMS Broadside
- Mission parameter – Hunting Ghosts
- Classification Secret – Captains eyes only
As before, we shifted space and were quickly pursued by our new best friend. Whilst watching them appear like Ghosts on our sensor screens I was informed of another factor in this quickly worsening encounter. That simply put, our enemy were getting smarter and reducing the time taken from shifting space to attaining a firing solution. As it was, the bridge crew were timing it to the last nanosecond. Even so our time between singularities was getting shorter.
A slightly flushed Hux Mayhew appeared at my side and informed me that the cleansing charge was set to go. Seconds later after giving my authorisation, the internal lighting flickered and through the external view screens a halo of orange light flashed about the exterior of the ship as twenty gigawatts of power flooded through the external hull plates. As I watched the halo dissipate it occurred to me, that how even in times of extreme stress the crew still stuck to the strict procedures around command authorisation and ensuring there was a clear evidential audit trail to someone in authority. It wasn’t like in the movies when people just got on with it regardless. No. we still had to have someone to blame or congratulate regardless. Bring on Star Trek and the good old federation, that’s what I say.
I watched as the bulk of the Battleship brought herself to bear on us and instantly heard the whine of the reactors and the singularity drives as they span up to maximum output in preparation for the next Shift. I, like many others on the bridge noted the tone the way a good mechanic does and recognised the strain as the final reserves were being consumed, the Broadside didn’t have much left. This needed to work.
Seconds later were in clear space and as time slowed to a crawl we watched waited and listened to see if our plan had worked. For once the silence was a blessing that spoke volumes as the near space proximity sensors remained quiet. I am pretty sure the entire crew of eight hundred and thirty-three slowly exhaled the same captured breath they had collectively been holding onto.
Breaking the moment, I asked for a status update, although to be honest I pretty much knew the answer. Or so I thought.