“Report!” came the order.
Nevil eyed his status console and barked, “Turrets firing at 72.8kHz and blast beams are penetrating the cruiser’s shields,”
“Excellent,” Locke’s excitement was caught in her throat as she made her way to her chair. Plopping herself in, she turned towards LT,
“The Gemstone?”
“She’s loosing a volley and..”
The Amethyst rocked, tossing LT out of his chair, smarting his head on the deck. Locke rushed to his side, “You okay?’
The gash was open and bleeding, “I’ll be fine,” LT tried to stand and failed, “Okay, maybe not. I may get a headache,”
Slapping a comm-key, Locke called, “get a medic down here. ”
“Cap, the cruiser is coming around, ignoring Murphy,” reported Rankin.
“Maneuvering thrust to starboard; then come to a full stop and fire everything we’ve got to Hughes’ weapons array!” Locke licked her lips, and tossed a loose strand of onyx hair behind her ear, “Time for you to save my ass, Murph. don’t disappoint me!”
LT was seen to.
An explosion shattered the bridge.