03-05-2019, 08:05 AM
The Dressel was just coming out of her turn. The monitor points were returning to green status, and their speed held where it had been set.
"Overall a good start. Captain to crew, we're going to reset and start the second round of testing, prepare to..."
Mark's tablet bleeped an emergency tone to him. he picked it up and answered the video call.
"M'Rega here."
"Commander M'Rega, this is Ops Control Center. We just received a call from one of our freighters. The Ailani struck the reef just inside the outside contact null zone. Either the reef shifted in the last storm or their navigation was off. They're taking on water fast, Their lifeboat is damaged and the crew is too big for the chimenticores to evacuate them all right now. Can the Dressel pick up 28 humans for transport to Noema?"
Mark, remembering the layout and accommodations, nodded to the tablet.
"Yes we can Ops. Send us the coordinates and we'll be on our way."
As the coordinates pinged into his tablet, he sent them on to the helm station and addressed the crew.
"All hands, rescue stations. We have an emergency call to rescue 28 sailors on board a freighter in trouble. Prepare to pick up and transport. Helm, come right to zero eight zero, Engineering, here's our test. Full speed ahead."
"Overall a good start. Captain to crew, we're going to reset and start the second round of testing, prepare to..."
Mark's tablet bleeped an emergency tone to him. he picked it up and answered the video call.
"M'Rega here."
"Commander M'Rega, this is Ops Control Center. We just received a call from one of our freighters. The Ailani struck the reef just inside the outside contact null zone. Either the reef shifted in the last storm or their navigation was off. They're taking on water fast, Their lifeboat is damaged and the crew is too big for the chimenticores to evacuate them all right now. Can the Dressel pick up 28 humans for transport to Noema?"
Mark, remembering the layout and accommodations, nodded to the tablet.
"Yes we can Ops. Send us the coordinates and we'll be on our way."
As the coordinates pinged into his tablet, he sent them on to the helm station and addressed the crew.
"All hands, rescue stations. We have an emergency call to rescue 28 sailors on board a freighter in trouble. Prepare to pick up and transport. Helm, come right to zero eight zero, Engineering, here's our test. Full speed ahead."
All Hail the Overlord!