Hamerlin did not know much about the radio, he did know about main circuit 1, he plugged the wires with awkward and inexperienced hands, the announcement was baked into his own darkest memories as he remembered the last battle he was in before his wounds.
Pressing the control in as he had been on the bridge checking the maps. “All hands. All hands. Unknown force in sight, Battle Stations. I repeat Battle stations. This is not a drill.
All Officers and Trained soldier's to arms. Please keep the main corridors clear, Damage Control and important updates will be transmitted on the main circuit. If in doubt Follow last orders given by command.
If you are unsure, stay out the way, stay safe. Report any damage in your area to the bridge immediately. Close all doors if you see any open. Please keep away from the windows.
We will get through this, if we follow orders. 27 bridge out.” He said in cool tones of the Favian officers training, cool, confident and unhurried. His voice echoed down the ship's tinny wired speakers.
He sounded a lot claimer than he felt, he had not been on a ship in battle, an airship or warship in real combat In many years. Did he still have the nerve and the heart to manage this?
He had to for others though so forced his calm on his raging fires of emotions, he forced the pain down, the phantom Pains and the itch where his eye should be. He straightened his coat, checked his pistol and stepped back out onto the bridge. The familiar motions and the same actions and repetitive nature helped him to find his centre again. That was one thing he could control.
He walked to the Nav station and looked out the windows, he saw they had no more time left, they had to go and leave whatever was left in the fort. Hopefully they did not have anyone on ground because soon they would not be aboard.
Trouble had come..
Pressing the control in as he had been on the bridge checking the maps. “All hands. All hands. Unknown force in sight, Battle Stations. I repeat Battle stations. This is not a drill.
All Officers and Trained soldier's to arms. Please keep the main corridors clear, Damage Control and important updates will be transmitted on the main circuit. If in doubt Follow last orders given by command.
If you are unsure, stay out the way, stay safe. Report any damage in your area to the bridge immediately. Close all doors if you see any open. Please keep away from the windows.
We will get through this, if we follow orders. 27 bridge out.” He said in cool tones of the Favian officers training, cool, confident and unhurried. His voice echoed down the ship's tinny wired speakers.
He sounded a lot claimer than he felt, he had not been on a ship in battle, an airship or warship in real combat In many years. Did he still have the nerve and the heart to manage this?
He had to for others though so forced his calm on his raging fires of emotions, he forced the pain down, the phantom Pains and the itch where his eye should be. He straightened his coat, checked his pistol and stepped back out onto the bridge. The familiar motions and the same actions and repetitive nature helped him to find his centre again. That was one thing he could control.
He walked to the Nav station and looked out the windows, he saw they had no more time left, they had to go and leave whatever was left in the fort. Hopefully they did not have anyone on ground because soon they would not be aboard.
Trouble had come..