No Honor in Death
“Unconsciously, Siobhan braced herself in the chair as the final seconds flashed by. Then, the sickening nausea hit her like a sledgehammer and her world became flawed, indistinct, hazy. The sensation lasted the time of a few deep breaths, then the momentarily stunned crew recovered and plunged into a flurry of activity.
"Nothing within sensor range, save for the convoy, sir," Devall reported first.
"All systems green," Pushkin chimed in.
"Good. Sailing Master, verify the convoy'...s course and plot a pursuit on their exact vector. Helm, get the FTL drives cycled and ready. Guns, get those torpedoes armed." Siobhan smiled cruelly. "Let's go draw first blood, people." Maybe she could do nothing about her internal enemies for now, but she could release her pent-up frustration and anger at the Shreharis.
"Ready," the Sailing Master and Cox'n announced almost simultaneously.
"Helm, engage." Vision distorted as stomachs lurched in protest, and the Stingray sped off in her own FTL bubble again, on the exact course taken by the slower convoy. This time, the wait would be much shorter, and manoeuvring more delicate. Siobhan had to place her ship within striking range of the last transport in line, but remain outside the sensor range of the two trailing escorts.MoreLess
"Nothing within sensor range, save for the convoy, sir," Devall reported first.
"All systems green," Pushkin chimed in.
"Good. Sailing Master, verify the convoy'...s course and plot a pursuit on their exact vector. Helm, get the FTL drives cycled and ready. Guns, get those torpedoes armed." Siobhan smiled cruelly. "Let's go draw first blood, people." Maybe she could do nothing about her internal enemies for now, but she could release her pent-up frustration and anger at the Shreharis.
"Ready," the Sailing Master and Cox'n announced almost simultaneously.
"Helm, engage." Vision distorted as stomachs lurched in protest, and the Stingray sped off in her own FTL bubble again, on the exact course taken by the slower convoy. This time, the wait would be much shorter, and manoeuvring more delicate. Siobhan had to place her ship within striking range of the last transport in line, but remain outside the sensor range of the two trailing escorts.MoreLess
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