PNPC Gunnery Sergeant Gideon Knight - Time To Get To Work
Martin Tucker
Singh: That's an Lattice Alliance ship, Gunnery Sergeant. Bring the wing to full alert, standby to launch all remaining fighters. Advise inbound craft to avoid the contact at all costs and to get aboard as soon as possible.
Knight: Wow, according to the database, it’s an Alliance Leviathan. ::he all but punched the comms:: Attention flight deck, this is a red alert, enemy ship in the AO! All returning craft, we need you to do so immediately and avoid the enemy ship at all costs. Attention, away teams: enemy craft are in the AO, and we need all to return as soon as possible. ::he closed the comm shut, finally taking a breath::
The lights in ops dimmed and turned red, the alert klaxon rang through ops and out and across the flight deck, and everyone made a mad but organized dash to their awaiting fighters or runabouts. Pilots were either in their fighters already or just getting there as they sprinted across the deck. He watched as a well-oiled machine went to work.
Singh: We'll have to coordinate from here...::She nodded towards the flight deck::...as much as I would rather be down there.
Gideon, for his part, was one step ahead of the Major and set up the hologlobe’s tactical setting. The globe zoomed out a bit to show the Ronin, an unidentified ship that was curiously sitting just outside weapons range, the moon, and returning vessels. He lived for this stuff, and one of the many reasons he joined the Corps. Never a dull day in the Corp!
He looked over at the Major, and it was then he realized he’d run through a wall for her. They hadn’t been working together long, but Gunny considered himself a good judge of character.
Knight: I know the feeling Major, I’d rather be on that S&R runabout. Though my shoulder aches just thinking about it.
Even though it was fully replaced, Gunny’s right shoulder gave him trouble now and again. He tore everything up in the Velocity finals while in basic training. He also missed playing Velocity at full speed. He had to be careful nowadays because of his shoulder, though he considered getting it replaced with a cybernetic one so he could resume playing.
Gideon looked across the flight deck. The view from flight ops was a treat: the five ready, alert craft were in their usual standby positions. One glance up at the holo-globe told him everything he needed to know, from the ships that were returning to the Alliance Leviathan sitting off their port bow, just outside weapons range, and the Sencha radiation in the immediate area had gone up since the ship's arrival.
Looks like it was time to buckle down and earn their paychecks.