Rolled 10 (1d10)
>>5604182“Hold course Nav! Don’t give U1 any reason to deviate from their course! 60 seconds until we know if our LRF minefield has been spotted!” Kiro’s soprano rings out with firm assurance.
Despite your XO having to take command in such a stressful situation, it sounds as if he’s risen to the challenge. His usual contrasting styles of either rushed excitement or (historically accurate) slow and steady comportment have stabilised into something more akin to a seasoned commander — though he still refuses to use the translator.
You pause as you reach the top of the stairs and find Kiro has channelled his excess energy into striking a commanding pose on the command seat — standing with one foot on the armrest instead of sitting in the comically oversized chair for his Marrok stature. He’s even managed to find and don your cap from wherever it was lost during the initial jarring sneak attack on your voidship — though it’s a size too large.
“Science, I want to know as soon as those new contacts try anything. If the TFA so much as flickers, you let me know.” He projects his orders confidently. “<span class="mu-g">I want as many options as possible so we can find an optimal solution to this mess!</span>”
The energy on the bridge seems calmer and more focused than before, each officer tapping away at their consoles and crisply relaying information back and forth with heightened proficiency. You’re proud of your little brother’s development as an officer, and you smile despite yourself as the overlarge cap finally slips and engulfs his reptilian features, someone spoiling the effect — though you swear you saw a strange green flash in his eyes before they were hidden.
<span class="mu-b">Kiro skill unlocked, Leadership (M|S).</span>
“Status change.” Coen calmly reports, “Sir, it appears our SRC6 interception was successful. The remains of U1’s initial volley has left the TFA and only drifting debris registers on the EM scope. Optical is… not responding. Comms, contact damage control to check the lines to ventral optics.”
You frown as Peedee squeals excitedly, her avatar pausing its inspection of the bridge and her digital eyes blanking as she apparently commandeers the optical feed to watch the resulting explosions.
“Belay that.” You announce your presence as all eyes snap to you. “Optics are coming back online presently.” You nudge the floating figure beside you and focus a small tendril of disapproval her way, imploring her to behave. Peedee reluctantly returns to you, muttering an apology but doesn’t seem particularly contrite.
“Captain on deck!” Your XO announces, springing down from his perch and saluting crisply. He quickly proffers your cap with a slightly sheepish grin. “Welcome back, Captain, you’re just in time for the fireworks.”
“Thank you, Ops,” you return the salute and take your seat, settling the hat back where it belongs on your head and restoring the chain of command to its previous order, “what’s your report?”
>Rolling for undetected nukes. DC3 