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== GM posts ==
= Bridge =
Outside the main viewscreen, the situation was deteriorating. The Broken Arrow, drifting in the utter cold of deep space, had begun a slow, unstable tumble.
A jagged piece of debris—a fragment shedding from the alien vessel's crumbling outer hull—struck the Zephyr's forward shields. The impact was minor, barely a tremor through the deck plates, but the resulting flare of blue Cherenkov radiation washed over the bridge, a visual reminder of the hazardous proximity.
The sensors let out a sharp, rhythmic chirp. The debris density around the alien ship was increasing as its structural integrity continued to degrade. The window for a "clean" shuttle launch was closing. If they didn't launch soon, the Aura would have to navigate a gauntlet of hyper-velocity hull fragments just to reach the target airlock.
= Shuttlebay =
The heavy hydraulic hiss of the Aura's rear ramp sealing shut echoed through the bay, cutting off the last of the conversations. Inside the shuttle, the ambient hum of the Zephyr was replaced by the tight, recycled air of the independent life support system.
"Shuttlebay Control. Depressurizing main bay for launch," the computer's voice announced coolly.
Overhead, the yellow warning klaxons began to rotate, casting long, spinning shadows against the shuttle's hull. The massive external bay doors groaned as the locking clamps released. Slowly, they began to part, revealing the star-streaked void and the menacing, tumbling silhouette of the alien ship beyond.
The atmospheric forcefield shimmered into existence—a thin blue membrane standing between the shuttle and the vacuum. The Zephyr's flight deck officer signaled the Aura with lighted batons: You are clear for departure.
= Bridge =
Outside the main viewscreen, the situation was deteriorating. The Broken Arrow, drifting in the utter cold of deep space, had begun a slow, unstable tumble.
A jagged piece of debris—a fragment shedding from the alien vessel's crumbling outer hull—struck the Zephyr's forward shields. The impact was minor, barely a tremor through the deck plates, but the resulting flare of blue Cherenkov radiation washed over the bridge, a visual reminder of the hazardous proximity.
The sensors let out a sharp, rhythmic chirp. The debris density around the alien ship was increasing as its structural integrity continued to degrade. The window for a "clean" shuttle launch was closing. If they didn't launch soon, the Aura would have to navigate a gauntlet of hyper-velocity hull fragments just to reach the target airlock.
= Shuttlebay =
The heavy hydraulic hiss of the Aura's rear ramp sealing shut echoed through the bay, cutting off the last of the conversations. Inside the shuttle, the ambient hum of the Zephyr was replaced by the tight, recycled air of the independent life support system.
"Shuttlebay Control. Depressurizing main bay for launch," the computer's voice announced coolly.
Overhead, the yellow warning klaxons began to rotate, casting long, spinning shadows against the shuttle's hull. The massive external bay doors groaned as the locking clamps released. Slowly, they began to part, revealing the star-streaked void and the menacing, tumbling silhouette of the alien ship beyond.
The atmospheric forcefield shimmered into existence—a thin blue membrane standing between the shuttle and the vacuum. The Zephyr's flight deck officer signaled the Aura with lighted batons: You are clear for departure.