Post by Lt. Commander Cobus Rok on Feb 16, 2015 14:01:03 GMT -8
This was when engineers started to look for a miracle. Cobus consulted their vessel's database, looking for that x-factor, mostly hoping to find large quantities of something either flammable or explosive, or anything that might give them an edge in a battle that was starting to look otherwise hopeless.
“I told you I had a bad feeling about today…”
Cobus grunted in response. It wasn't the most professional answer, but he didn't trust his words to find anything better. He was more worried that some of his frustration and stress might have creeped into his voice, and he didn't want to direct any of that at Eilidh, not even accidentally.
"You did," he finally answered in a matter-of-fact tone.
“We’re never going to outrun them,”
"Alright then. No more running. Redistribute shields. Helm, bring us about," he ordered. Running wasn't going to cut it this time, which didn't come as a tremendous surprise. It was about as close as they could come to folding their arms across their chest and refusing to play this little Pewdin game. Cobus had hoped that it might be that easy, but he'd never really expected it to be.
"Targeting weapons platforms," he said, keeping the others in the loop. The targeting itself wasn't all that difficult. It was just about doing the math: vectors, acceleration, probabilities. Cobus hadn't secured distinctions in advanced theoretical physics without being able to run a few simple equations in his head, definitely nothing outside of his comfort zone. Nothing except the thought of shooting at people, being in command, and running around in a Pewdin hamster wheel like a headless chicken.
They hadn't even been able to run themselves out of weapons range, so as soon as Cobus had his targets locked in, he opened fire on both vessels, trying to obliterate each and every one of those ominous looking guns mounted on the hull of the enemy ships.
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“I told you I had a bad feeling about today…”
Cobus grunted in response. It wasn't the most professional answer, but he didn't trust his words to find anything better. He was more worried that some of his frustration and stress might have creeped into his voice, and he didn't want to direct any of that at Eilidh, not even accidentally.
"You did," he finally answered in a matter-of-fact tone.
“We’re never going to outrun them,”
"Alright then. No more running. Redistribute shields. Helm, bring us about," he ordered. Running wasn't going to cut it this time, which didn't come as a tremendous surprise. It was about as close as they could come to folding their arms across their chest and refusing to play this little Pewdin game. Cobus had hoped that it might be that easy, but he'd never really expected it to be.
"Targeting weapons platforms," he said, keeping the others in the loop. The targeting itself wasn't all that difficult. It was just about doing the math: vectors, acceleration, probabilities. Cobus hadn't secured distinctions in advanced theoretical physics without being able to run a few simple equations in his head, definitely nothing outside of his comfort zone. Nothing except the thought of shooting at people, being in command, and running around in a Pewdin hamster wheel like a headless chicken.
They hadn't even been able to run themselves out of weapons range, so as soon as Cobus had his targets locked in, he opened fire on both vessels, trying to obliterate each and every one of those ominous looking guns mounted on the hull of the enemy ships.
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