“Odyssey to away team, please respond,” Smith commanded directly, taking the
center seat, anxiously listening to the subtle hiss of the comm link over the
bridge’s speakers. He hid his anxiety well from the rest of present company.
“We’re here, Commander,” Aaen replied
carefully. He sounded like was whispering loudly as though to be clear over the
comm link, but quiet enough that someone didn’t
hear him. “It’s dark in this part of the ship, but not entirely quiet,” Smith’s
thoughts kept looping around the notion—and, frankly—the unignorable likelihood
of their being discovered made his spine ache like a growing pain.
“Careful!” Aaen’s loud whisper continuing
filling the bridge. “Take position there,
there. .and there!”
What is going on over there? Smith wondered insatiably. Part
of him wished he were a member of the away team. One more armed crew member
would give them that much a better chance, but then who would command Odyssey? He told himself. His thoughts
briefly shifted darkly to the crew of that mother ship. . .
“Watch it! Twelve o’clock!” Aaen said
with a warning tone.
“There’s
someone over there!” Another away
team member declared. “SHOOT!”
“OVER THERE!” Another voice shouted,
sharp, booming particle fire echoed over the comm link.
“Take out that power junction!” Aaen
commanded amid increasingly intense booming particle fire. After several shots
from whichever direction, the line filled with a mechanical groan, static build
rapidly, and then the line became dead silent.
—OH, SHOOT. Smith through to himself.
*****
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