Tim Murray
Through space, time and dimension
I hope it is better, I put much thought on how to balance it out. A note on my grammar, I ran this through Grammarly, it is a useful tool, not perfect.
Command and Control
Derak took a drink of coffee as he looked over the morning reports on his e-pad. What I wouldn’t give for Martian grown java and real pork, ”he thought” to himself as he ate breakfast. He sent a telepathic message to the blank wall in front of him and a six by four-foot window appeared showing the landscape outside of the kitchen.
In the middle of a bite, his fork stopped in mid-air. He grew concerned and looked down at the e-pad again, a red alert signal flashed. He read the full report twice.
He telepathically sent out his thoughts to his private artificial intelligence computer. “Terga, when did this red alert come in?”
Terga, Derak’s assistant of choice, answered. “2:15 am. I didn’t feel it was required to wake you, the space docks handled the emergency.”
“Who are the CO and XO?”
“The Captain is, Bob Arnold, and the Executive Officer is, Jack Morgan.”
“Are they alright? The damage reports look bad, whole sections of multiple decks are missing, including the hydro-bay.”
“There’s a meeting this morning at Command and Control to go over the incident. Commander Morgan is in charge of “The Armstrong.” Captain Arnold is recovering in the hospital.” Terga’s pleasant voice echoed in his mind.
“That could take some time, what do I have after that?”
“The Armstrong” review will be followed by a meeting with the Thumarian Ambassador and then you have an inspection of the space docks,” Terga informed him.
“Who is the Ambassador and where are we meeting?”
“You’re going to meet her in your office.”
“Her? What’s her name?” He inquired with interest.
“Her name is Shesain Andehar, the niece of the current Thumarian President.”
Derak kept his thoughts to himself as he cleaned up breakfast. What kind of new weapon can tear an Alliance Navy Battle Cruiser apart? Fifteen minutes later, he entered CNC and was greeted by the usual hum of activity.
Command and Control
Derak took a drink of coffee as he looked over the morning reports on his e-pad. What I wouldn’t give for Martian grown java and real pork, ”he thought” to himself as he ate breakfast. He sent a telepathic message to the blank wall in front of him and a six by four-foot window appeared showing the landscape outside of the kitchen.
In the middle of a bite, his fork stopped in mid-air. He grew concerned and looked down at the e-pad again, a red alert signal flashed. He read the full report twice.
He telepathically sent out his thoughts to his private artificial intelligence computer. “Terga, when did this red alert come in?”
Terga, Derak’s assistant of choice, answered. “2:15 am. I didn’t feel it was required to wake you, the space docks handled the emergency.”
“Who are the CO and XO?”
“The Captain is, Bob Arnold, and the Executive Officer is, Jack Morgan.”
“Are they alright? The damage reports look bad, whole sections of multiple decks are missing, including the hydro-bay.”
“There’s a meeting this morning at Command and Control to go over the incident. Commander Morgan is in charge of “The Armstrong.” Captain Arnold is recovering in the hospital.” Terga’s pleasant voice echoed in his mind.
“That could take some time, what do I have after that?”
“The Armstrong” review will be followed by a meeting with the Thumarian Ambassador and then you have an inspection of the space docks,” Terga informed him.
“Who is the Ambassador and where are we meeting?”
“You’re going to meet her in your office.”
“Her? What’s her name?” He inquired with interest.
“Her name is Shesain Andehar, the niece of the current Thumarian President.”
Derak kept his thoughts to himself as he cleaned up breakfast. What kind of new weapon can tear an Alliance Navy Battle Cruiser apart? Fifteen minutes later, he entered CNC and was greeted by the usual hum of activity.