Boldly Going [Pentagon and ShyEra]

[Pentagon]

@ShyEra


The Daylight Emissary dropped out of warp with the ever-familiar shudders and creaks. The loud, deep buzz of the superluminal engines that had become little more than white noise over the week of travel faded, leaving behind surreal quiet. If one just happened to be in this backwater of charted space, the whole affair would look quite calm: the long, grey form of the Emissary, its dull, grey, tapering hull bristling with its impressive armament simply appeared, apparently from thin air. A handful of seconds later, a dozen other shapes appeared, smaller than the Emissary, cutting a slim figure in the black.


The surreal quiet only lasted for a second on the Emissary's bridge. The Commodore at his station spoke up. "Fleet has left warp, Admiral. All ships accounted for, currently in high orbit above Uncharted Planet UX-". The commodore peered out the window at the gas giant and its several moons, its bright green and blue clouds swirling and roiling in its perpetual storms. The Captain spoke up next, his voice cutting above the light humm of the dozen or so officers on the bridge. "Engineering reporting minimal damage, Admiral. Rear dorsal magazine reporting minor hull tear, automated repair protocols engaged.". Communications cut in, the young female lieutenant's voice rising over the din. "No Land Beyond's group reports no issues, Carrier Group Poplan also calling in green."


Commodore Julian Laurence entered the bridge with a swish, and upon surveying the situation, turned to his commanding officer. He was a short man, in his mid twenties with curly blond hair and a slightly frail build. A spacer, certainly, but with a posture that belied strict discipline. He spoke in crisp, formal tones.


"Awaiting orders, Admiral"

 

[ShyEra]

Nora rubbed the bridge of her nose for a few seconds, her eyebrows knotted. Warping always made her feel off; not only because of the insane speed at which they were travelling, but also because of the uncertainty that proceeded the warp. Ambushes, giant clusters of unknown space-matter battering the ship and so on. Her deep-blue eyes practically reflected the beauty of the vastness of space that she was currently observing with the wonder of a child. It never truly ceased to amaze her. As the crew-members and operatives gave status reports, Nora simply nodded. They are more than capable. A minor hull tear would not prove any hindrance, and was to be expected if anything.


As Julian entered the bridge, Nora's neck twisted and her black, tied up hair swished with the movement, her gaze falling upon the Commodore. "There should not be much to await, Commodore Lawrence." She spoke in clear and drawn-out words, having the habit of staring hard at people before speaking to them. "I want a scan of our surroundings immediately; everything from organic to inorganic life-forms and compounds, especially the moons. We are not to be taken off guard. Also, ensure that nothing is accelerating towards the Emissary." Her head tilted ever so slightly as she added a side-note. "Furthermore, ensure that the gas-giant is stable. Measure its emission and deflection values so we have a vague idea of what isn't there ... and what is." The mixture of such a concentration of volatile elements, no matter how beautiful, should always be kept an eye on. "After all that has been done, relay that information to the peripheral ships." With these commands given out, Nora waited; she wanted to have a full grasp on the situation beyond the 'general' info that was given to the bridge before she made her move.