The ES Sunstream floated quietly through the void, engines set on low so that only a taste of the blue light that was spawned from the engines could be seen glowing in the back of the ship. On board, there was relative calm. It had been almost a week since their last mission, and the repairs were completed, the tanks full, weapons cleaned and primed, the whole ship was gleaming. This gave the crew a chance to relax, to simply hang together without having to obey the normally strict free-time regulations the admiral imposed.
Admiral Bezdusan was reclined in his office chair, staring blankly at the screen before him. It had been a long time since he had gotten enough time off to do anything solely for the purpose of entertainment, and now that he had the chance he almost didn't know what to do with it. So he started with some relief when the knock came at the door, and he bid his second in command, Lieutenant Escesne, to enter. She was a human woman, thick compared to the General's semi-shapeless bulk, but lean and tough, used to many a hard campaign.
She snapped to attention, saluting her general, before handing him a small tablet on which floated the words of a missive.
"We received a distress signal less than three minutes ago from a transport ship in Quadrant F-22-50, begging urgent aid." She stated. "How do you want us to respond?"
"We go," the Admiral growled, thick tongue shaping around the words with an ease only learned through long practice. "Get us there now, Lieutenant."
"Yes, sir," she said, then turned on her heels and quickly departed from the office.
Once she was outside the door her pace sped up, and she half-jogged, half-ran to the bridge.
"The General says we respond to the signal," she said simply to the bridge captain. He nodded, reaching out a long feeler to press a button on the board. All across the ship a call to positions sounded. The soldiers of the crew promptly stopped what they were doing and moved to their assigned positions with a quick efficiency that had been drummed into them from many hours of training. The instructions ran through the ship and flickered into life on the instruction boards all across the massive craft.
As one unit the crew moved, and the ship began to turn. The blue light that had been glowing so dully suddenly flared to life, and the ship quickly gained speed, flashing out into the depths of the vacuum that was space within seconds.