![]() ![]() ![]() He was scared, and he had every right to be. His poker face held in place with supreme control showed no fear, but his closest friends could see through the facade. I am unable to erect the emergency force fields."Įzra Standish, Chief of Security, made this declaration as casually as one who was announcing his intention to take a stroll through the tulips. He doubted there was a pilot anywhere in the fleet capable of giving the Maverick the fighting chance she so desperately needed. At that moment, Chris could very well believe he was as disciplined as anyone born and raised on that planet. ![]() The Vulcan's face was a mask of concentration. Vin clung steadfastly to the Conn, wrestling with the helm as he tried to evade the enemy ships surrounding them like an angry swarm of hornets. The words still echoed in his ears as Chris surveyed the bridge to take stock of what needed to be done. The entire bridge was bathed in crimson, a stark reminder the ship was hemorrhaging from its many wounds. Still, the flotsam lingered long enough for Chris to glimpse amongst pieces of shredded hull plating, torn girders, and glass fragments, the bodies expelled from the Maverick by explosive decompression.īuck Wilmington's booming order managed to rise above the scream of condition red klaxons warning the crew of the Maverick's perilous state. Ahead of him, the viewscreen displayed the extent of the damage with clinical efficiency as clouds of debris swirled briefly into view before the Maverick's maneuvering jets swept them away. He felt each stab every time the Maverick shuddered with yet another collision against the hull. HULL BREACH ON DECKS 3 TO 5, 30 to 36 AND 42! CRITICAL DAMAGE TO ALL SURROUNDING DECKS ALONG TURBO SHAFT 14.”Ĭaptain Chris Larabee didn't need the Maverick's main computer to tell him his ship was being impaled by a thousand knives. ![]()
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