"Are you sure your sensors aren’t malfunction?” Helmsman Pallum Laeta flared her mandibles. Multiple dark energy signatures clustered around the Relay.” “I think somebody is activating the Relay. “That Relay’s been dormant for millennia." If nothing else, walking up and down the bridge gave the Hammer’s CO a decent amount of exercise. If wasn’t terribly efficient but it was tradition. The star chart, tactics and weapons stations were at the base of the long 'neck' of the ship, while the cockpit and navigation consoles were at the front. Turian ships were differently built from the Asari and Salarians. Fautan made it a point to tour his command centre every hour. "That's impossible," Commander Iradalus Fautan growled, approaching Aeschylus’s workstation. It’s beginning a pre-power up diagnostic sequence!” he turned to inform Commander Iradalus Fautan. Relay 314 is emitting an activation signal. There's something very wrong with Relay 314.
He set his drink aside and clicked open the interface for detailed information.
He cursed yet again, so much for a boring afternoon. His browplates furrowed as he noticed the exact location of the dot. The steaming drink was of his favourite blend Bittersweet and strong.Ī red, flashing dot appeared on the holo screen. It would take a moment, so he leaned back on his chair and picked up a half-full bowl of tisane.
Lazily, he picked up a datapad, inserted it into the computer and started a data upload. All that excitement could go to those Turians looking to climb up the promotion ladder. A nice, peaceful tour lacking Batarian pirates hell bent on making him their personal slave suited him just perfectly. Aeschylus certainly understood the sentiment but the need for a break in monotony was one he did not share. Some of the guys were itching for a fight, hoping for some hapless pirate to try their luck against the Hierarchy’s fines. The reconnaissance probes in system had detected all the usual scenery Mass Relay 314, Status inactive A yellow star, a few uninteresting planets, and the odd bits of space debris. The Hammer had slowed down from FTL speed a few hours ago and begun its patrol along the borders of an uninhabited system. He knew that he should be taking the situation far more seriously, the Commander wanted a status report but it was a pointless request to be truthful. Aeschylus fell back into his chair and waited for the machine to sort itself out. He knew it wouldn't help and probably only made matters worse, but violence against an uncooperative computer was satisfying in itself. Sensor Officer, Lieutenant Aeschylus Tutmos cursed and struck the machine with his fist. **Six months, two week and three days later - Turian cruiser, The Hammer**
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