Brank
Vincent gave a thumbs up to the captain, saying, "I just received the coordinates, sir, shall I prepare HUIS?"
"Not yet," he shook his head, "rather best to contact CCR first before we play our cards to the board. Patch me in."
|||101.47 SECURED CCR DIO HYPERCOM|||
Guardian ES47 to CCR, contact wants us to rendezvous at this coordinate. Potential diplomatic ties to contact or ambush. How to proceed, over.
"CCR to Guardian ES47, proceed to contact. Relay position to nearby drone or satellite at all times. Maintain channel discretion."
"Proceed to contact coordinate, maintain position tracking and channel discretion, Guardian ES47, wilco."
"Captain Mcallihan," an authoritative voice butts in, "you are in charge of these negotiations. Don't forget about that."
"Yes, admiral, I understand. Mcallihan out."
|||END OF SECURED HYPERCOM|||
"Comms to contact please," the captain ordered Vincent.
|||DSCO LOCAL TRANMISSION START|||++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
"Sir Eryan Vos, we are heading to your coordinates now. Prepare for our arrival, Mcallihan out."
|||END|||+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
"Vincent, you know what to do," he glances at him.
"Aye, sir," the AI nods.
The large old carrier positions itself towards the coordinates, warming up its HUIS drives and massive ion engines. The bright blue glow intensifies, turning whiter and whiter. The windows of the ship started to put down its blast curtains for protection, like an elderly knight shielding himself from the volley of arrows.
"Engaged," the flight engineer notified the crew.
A bright flash of white engulfed the ship and its surrounding area like a supernova.
Vincent looks around the dim-lit bridge, in which he commented, "Huh, they should make sure that the lamps are in shape. The time to the contact's coordinate is around five minutes. I suggest preparing for what is to come, captain."
The captain simply nods at Vincent, currently lost in thought.
"At it again," one of the crewmates observes him.
"Don't interrupt his line gents," Vincent looks at that crewmember, "you know that he is formulating a plan as we speak with that spacey look of his. Anyway, prepare the shuttle for him and whoever is going to accompany the captain. Won't be surprised if she is going to be there. In debted for life, that's weird in my algorithm."
"Yeah," Elizia jumps into the conversation, "can't believe that their race is really strict on following their codes. It is even law in some areas of their planet."
"She kinda gives me the creeps-"
"Shush!" Vincent pointed at some crewmembers.
"We are not going to that part now, you hear? All we can do is to respect the captain's decisions, that is all."
Silence filled the bridge until they arrived at the coordinates.
5 minutes later
A bright flash of light filled the surrounding sector, effectively blinding anyone that sees it for a few seconds. The blast curtains retracted up, and the engines power down to their nominal status.
"Sigh Arrived at contact location, sir. Time to get the drinks."