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Legolas · 09-22-2007, 05:06 PM

The cusswords which tested the acoustic qualities of the bridge were anything but becoming of a captain. Not even Lex, the new boy at engineering, could spawn this many can't do's in a day. Was this normal for a captain? He doubted it. In fact he began to suspect Valentine and Hamilton were listening in after all.

"I'm not going to play some cursed game of conceal and spy with that CMO," he said to Comm after settling down some. "And what you're telling me..." Ricor looked to the navigator, his expression that of a man who just found out what his dinner was really made of. "Is this outpost is one hundred and ten percent in the opposite direction, and by the time we reach the station we're over two months along."

After hearing of the sheer distance involved, the chief engineer'd given up on flying the destroyer straight to the station. Granted, this was space and everything took some time, but he'd no desire to fly this patrol without command and, if this void syndrome business kept up, without a crew besides. There'd been ten or so cases already. Many more and the medics couldn't handle it, others'd have to leave their posts, crazed soldiers'd start killing and it would be a miracle if whatever was left by that time could so much as pilot the ship a solarmile dead ahead. Was he panicking? Very likely.

Ricor interrupted his pacing.
"COO was right. Just gölz on for the next six days.
"And see what research has on the C-class message"
With his mind made up, he could use the distraction.

09-22-2007, 05:06 PM	#20
Legolas Jack Burton Join Date: March 31, 2001 Location: The zephyr lands beneath the brine. Age: 41 Posts: 5,459	Ricor Messman The cusswords which tested the acoustic qualities of the bridge were anything but becoming of a captain. Not even Lex, the new boy at engineering, could spawn this many can't do's in a day. Was this normal for a captain? He doubted it. In fact he began to suspect Valentine and Hamilton were listening in after all. "I'm not going to play some cursed game of conceal and spy with that CMO," he said to Comm after settling down some. "And what you're telling me..." Ricor looked to the navigator, his expression that of a man who just found out what his dinner was really made of. "Is this outpost is one hundred and ten percent in the opposite direction, and by the time we reach the station we're over two months along." After hearing of the sheer distance involved, the chief engineer'd given up on flying the destroyer straight to the station. Granted, this was space and everything took some time, but he'd no desire to fly this patrol without command and, if this void syndrome business kept up, without a crew besides. There'd been ten or so cases already. Many more and the medics couldn't handle it, others'd have to leave their posts, crazed soldiers'd start killing and it would be a miracle if whatever was left by that time could so much as pilot the ship a solarmile dead ahead. Was he panicking? Very likely. Ricor interrupted his pacing. "COO was right. Just gölz on for the next six days. "And see what research has on the C-class message" With his mind made up, he could use the distraction.