Colonel Braverly Daringman swung himself athletically into the command chair and engaged his neural-jack connection.
‘Lieutenant Trepidala,’ he barked. ‘Status report.’ The lieutenant tapped frantically at the screen in front of him.
‘Um,’ he stuttered. ‘It’s... the reading isn’t...’ Mars-born Nervosa Trepidala had been a lieutenant in the Star Corps for ten years, but had only recently been transferred to Fleet H, and with it, active service.
‘For Krajk’s sake!’ snapped Daringman impatiently. ‘Patch me through to the fighter wing.’ White noise filled Daringman’s ears. Then, through the roar, a faint voice.
‘This is Captain Dash Gallant reporting in. The perimeter has been breached. Repeat: Mhal-Evol’Unt forces have breached the perimeter.’
‘Then Krajk-Khul help us all,’ whispered Colonel Daringman.