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“Quiet on the bridge.” Rear Admiral Wilfrithuze commanded, though it was already silent. A short whistled pulse of sound backed the authority of his command. The Rear Admiral was grey but grizzled; a stern but competent commander, always seeming to know the breaking point of his subordinates and often pushing them right to that point. “First Officer Einion, the Pre-Warp Checklist if you please.”
“Antimatter Coils closed; back-up overcaps full; retracting into stowage now.” Einion reported. He was tall and handsome, with a chiselled jaw and easy smile. The First Officer continued: “Sublight Engines two through doz dry and offline. Sublight Engine one spooled and producing three gross tons of thrust towards waypoint. Sublight Engine one has ninedoz-eight pergross overcap charge remaining. Gellar Phase Field Projector active. Gellar Phase Field visible. Gellar overcap is reading gross pergross charge. Backups online. Checklist complete.”
“This agrees with my datastreams to within a one pergross margin of error.” adds the cold voice of the Silicon Personality Core for the <span class="mu-i">Wayfinder</span>, Mimir. “All crew confirmed locked in for Warpjump. Gellar Phase Field Projector consuming more power than usual, by almost doz pergross, but nanodiagnostics indicate no structural faults within components. Shall we delay Warpjump while I fabricate a new Projector?”
“Negative, Mimir.” Wilfrithuz answers after considering for a moment. “Network Buoys report increased turbulence is Federation-wide. But no toomthcraft are missing and if the gross billion ships of the Federation are all fine, then no Warship under my command will be found paralyzed. Carry on. Navigator Ime, take it away.”
A grey skinned and lanky man in long black guild robes rises, with a haughty yet resigned expression on his face. A man comfortable and assured of his place. He speaks to the Rear Admiral in a nasally drawl, his extensively genetically engineered pedigree apparent.
“The Warp is, indeed, choppy today, but it is nothing a <span class="mu-i">Master Guildsman</span> cannot handle. I am confident in the Warp-worthiness of the <span class="mu-i">Wayfinder</span> and am ready to navigate for you today. M-twenty five dot naught-twenty four; Woedmoon the 27th.” he says, reciting the Guild’s blessing, a bit of bureaucratic ritual for the sake of insurance purposes which helped to maintain the Guild’s monopoly.
“Federation Cyberform ‘Digit’ present and at helm, reading datastreams five by five.” Says a chipper female voice from beside the Navigator. The diminutive gyndroid stood only four feet six inches tall in her fully cybernetic chassis, the minimum allowable regulation size for an on-duty Federation officer, having cited it as being ‘cute.’ “Ready to apply Navigator guidance, sir!”
“Mimir, I am authorizing us GO for Warpjump, do you concur?” Wilfrithuze said, leaning forward.
“Concurred, Rear Admiral. GO for Warpjump.” Mimir agreed, pinging the crew ship-wide to brace for imminent lurch from realspace.
“Make it so!”
