The Call to Action
Shalema walked with Horchata at her side, TRAVIS chirping in her ear, and Wonton on her shoulder, as she shouted off the checklist for takeoff.
Shalema: "Ammunition?"
Horchata: "Fully-loaded."
Shalema: "Engineering?"
TRAVIS: "Nikkost has given the all green, Interim Captain."
Shalema: "Quartermaster's report?"
Wonton: "Um... I'm feeling... Happy?" Shalema pinched her nose, and kept down a smile. Do not get attached. Spirit of a butcher knife. Not that cute. Shalema: "The food and supplies, Wonton."
Wonton: "Oh! We are very full. Enough to feed an army!"
Shalema: "That's the plan. Navigation?"
Horchata: "Ricardo says eight days, Yen says six. Average is usually correct."
Shalema: "TRAVIS, I want every parameter set for a seven day arrival time."
TRAVIS: "Yes, Interim Captain." Shalema paused as they walked onto the command deck, where the rest of the interim crew were tapping away at their consoles, or doing additional diagnostics. Ricardo gave her a light wave from the gunnery, and Horchata's old crew called out to her from their various stations. Wonton leapt from her shoulder, crawling across the top of the monitors to get to Nikkost. They moved like a well-oiled machine, as Horchata took her place in the chief mate's station, and Shalema settled into the captain's chair. Shalema: "Let's get this lady moving. No sightseeing, no joyrides. As fast as she'll fly." There was a general crow of agreement, and then the Drift engine roared to life, and set them on course for Castrovel.
Horchata: "Fully-loaded."
Shalema: "Engineering?"
TRAVIS: "Nikkost has given the all green, Interim Captain."
Shalema: "Quartermaster's report?"
Wonton: "Um... I'm feeling... Happy?" Shalema pinched her nose, and kept down a smile. Do not get attached. Spirit of a butcher knife. Not that cute. Shalema: "The food and supplies, Wonton."
Wonton: "Oh! We are very full. Enough to feed an army!"
Shalema: "That's the plan. Navigation?"
Horchata: "Ricardo says eight days, Yen says six. Average is usually correct."
Shalema: "TRAVIS, I want every parameter set for a seven day arrival time."
TRAVIS: "Yes, Interim Captain." Shalema paused as they walked onto the command deck, where the rest of the interim crew were tapping away at their consoles, or doing additional diagnostics. Ricardo gave her a light wave from the gunnery, and Horchata's old crew called out to her from their various stations. Wonton leapt from her shoulder, crawling across the top of the monitors to get to Nikkost. They moved like a well-oiled machine, as Horchata took her place in the chief mate's station, and Shalema settled into the captain's chair. Shalema: "Let's get this lady moving. No sightseeing, no joyrides. As fast as she'll fly." There was a general crow of agreement, and then the Drift engine roared to life, and set them on course for Castrovel.
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