Unbalancing Acts [for onemorebounty]
Trips through zero-space are the most uneventful part of any military mission. There can be no communication, no battles, no danger to which there’s a response beyond ‘drop the hell out of z-space and look for another route’. It’s a time to make repairs, secure the ship and do some serious thinking. As the officers and crew of the Dome ship NovaBurst have been doing, while they tread carefully around the ‘prisoner’ among them
That said, dropping out of z-space tends to be the moment the fireworks start imploding. The crew know this, too. Under the circumstances, they’re expecting it. So when the announcement comes to prepare for return to normal space, there’s an immediate expectant air around the holding area. Not long returned from a trip to the Dome, Halas tenses silently at the comm; Galwin actually sweeps his stalk eyes up and around, as if to locate the imminent explosions. But all remains peaceful… at least in hearing range.
The comm puts through a message about ten minutes later. Halas actually seems relieved as he links with the private thought-speak: after what it has to say, he’s less so. He calls for a guard detail, then goes to stand in front of the cell that holds one Samus Aran (species: unclear; allegiance: dubious; armament: excessive).
< You’d better collect your equipment, > he says. < The captain wishes to speak with you. >
< Rearmed, sir? > Galwin frowns at him. He actually likes their new guest, but he’s a security tech, not a diplomat.
< The captain specified it. > Halas’s tone is somewhere between puzzled and grim. He’s not sure about the order, but something clearly isn’t right.
That said, dropping out of z-space tends to be the moment the fireworks start imploding. The crew know this, too. Under the circumstances, they’re expecting it. So when the announcement comes to prepare for return to normal space, there’s an immediate expectant air around the holding area. Not long returned from a trip to the Dome, Halas tenses silently at the comm; Galwin actually sweeps his stalk eyes up and around, as if to locate the imminent explosions. But all remains peaceful… at least in hearing range.
The comm puts through a message about ten minutes later. Halas actually seems relieved as he links with the private thought-speak: after what it has to say, he’s less so. He calls for a guard detail, then goes to stand in front of the cell that holds one Samus Aran (species: unclear; allegiance: dubious; armament: excessive).
< You’d better collect your equipment, > he says. < The captain wishes to speak with you. >
< Rearmed, sir? > Galwin frowns at him. He actually likes their new guest, but he’s a security tech, not a diplomat.
< The captain specified it. > Halas’s tone is somewhere between puzzled and grim. He’s not sure about the order, but something clearly isn’t right.