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Yellowstone
; K-1.3.2 class Patrol Corvette, 300 degrees on the Outer Arm, Neran Periphery, Milky Way
Located at the front of Deck 3, the main common room was wide and comfortable, with its panoramic port and starboard windows providing a view that was second only to that of the bridge. Inside, there were a couple dozen tables scattered about, with a bar and several telescreens in the middle. One of them was occupied by a small group of people with mugs in their hands - night shift MP's on their break, a handful of stormtroopers, and Helmsman Michael McGee.
Franklin grabbed an empty mug from the bar and poured himself some chard* before pulling up a chair at the table. Mick looked over, "Ah, good morning **a-"
Suddenly, the ship shook slightly, and everyone jumped to their feet.
"Sir," came a voice over Franklin's commbadge, "I'm receiving strange subspace readings from outside the border."
"We'll be right up," he replied, and patted his badge again, "transporter room, me and the Junior Lieutenant to the bridge."
Just as they entered the bridge, the ship shook again.
"Sir, the readings are growing stronger. It seems like the hyperspace signature of a very large ship, but it's strengthening very slowly. Normally, there would only be a few seconds of warning."
"That's strange. Contact the fleet, and wake the commander."
"The subspace fluctuations seem to be interfering with our communications systems' abilities to create hyperwarp bubbles."
"Red Alert, wake the commander."
Franklin was momentarily blinded as all the lights on the bridge - and the ship - suddenly activated themselves, and sirens went off throughout the vessel. The bridge windows acquired a slightly bluish tinge as the main deflector shields came online, and several officers burst out of the turbolift onto the bridge.
04-Apr-2014 02:42:47
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D Chip