>>5534296“Ah… Shit!” You Nav officer yelps, “He’s coming in too hot!” She frantically taps at her console, attempting to correct the voidship’s heading.
“He’s veered off course, though.” Kiro pipes up hopefully, eyes wide and glued to his drone’s sensor feed.
“Not the way I… arg... thought he would though.” Cleo gasps desperately, attempting one final time to compensate. “It’s no good. Can’t bring her around in time to deflect him. Armour is going to take this one!” She admits finally, teeth bared.
You take one last look at the main screen as the boarding craft leaves the view of the ventral optical sensors. Out of the rightmost viewport you can now make out its silhouette with the naked eye as it tears towards you. You hope your warning to the crew was heeded in time, because things are about to get bumpy.
“Hold on!” Cleo barks, having input one final command to steady the ship’s rotation to avoid post collision debris shifting. She grips her console with one arm and envelops the little Ops officer in the other.
You see Kiro hold onto that lifeline for dear life, and you briefly worry that you didn’t pay enough attention to the wounds of the already injured Marrok. With no time left, you do the only thing you can and grip the arms of your command seat, hoping the mangled restraints criss-crossing your chest will hold despite your previous efforts.
The world shakes around you and everything goes dark.
