"We aren't going to make it sir, at least not in ti." The voice belonged to a short man, not even reaching the hips of the man he was reporting to. He was round, but not fat. Bulky might be the best way to describe his body makeup, but it was by no ans all muscle.
"That was expected. That's what we prepared for." The 'sir' the short man had addressed, responded with a mix of depression and disappointnt. Despite his towering height in comparison to his subordinate, he looked thin enough to be lighter than him. "We can only hope that their contingency asure can hold out long enough."
His lustrous brown hair, clean white skin, and sky blue eyes would usually be enough to charm any who looked at him. At the mont though, his countenance is twisted into a strange combination of expressions.
Rage and regret filled his mind. The circumstances considered, the fault could not be blad on him. Yet he could not believe that soone as experienced as himself had been caught off guard by a PROBE of all things.
Had fate forsaken him? No, he would continue to receive the blessing of life. It was the people he had been tasked to protect that had been forsaken, dood by a lifeless hunk of tal.
"With all due respect sir, there is nothing we could have done. Even the Maiden failed to catch it before it broached the veil. How could you have detected it earlier?"
The voice was female, belonging to one of the other bodies on the elaborately decorated bridge of his ship. Her tone gave a ferocious feel, most of the ti, but now she was trying to comfort her captain.
"The Maiden does not see everything, and she has enough to manage already! I, on the other hand, could have done so much more! I could have prepared a faster ship! I could have stocked more fuel! I could have set up the outpost in a closer location! So many things I could have done that would have bought us precious ti!" His rage subsided, perhaps realizing the futility of anger at this mont. "So many things that could have saved precious lives."
He collapsed in his chair, hand supporting his head, and looked out from the bridge to an endless sea of black and white. He watched on blankly for quite so ti. Obviously, no matters needed his attention for the ti being.
The command bridge was silent save for the shaking. He looked around at its extravagance, wondering the purpose of it all. A chair made of the most comfortable cushionry available, luxurious carpet and ceiling furnishings, a painting above the entrance.
"How far behind are we going to arrive?" He raised the question to his staff, his normally strong and proud voice weak and ashad.
"Current projections estimate us arriving a little over two days after the point of awakening. As it stands we are four months away from arrival."
Great, he thought to himself, even after doing everything to gain just a little bit of speed these past ten years, we are going to fall only two days short of the goal.
Falling into despair and, more importantly, acceptance, his attention was once again drawn to his symbols of status. If he had spent the money used on the chairs and carpets on maintaining and improving their movent capabilities instead, could this catastrophe have been prevented? What of the painting? If the painting and other such works of arts and symbols of status not been included on the ship but stored in a proper place, could he have gained enough speed?
What if he sold so of the less important ones and invested in more engines? Could he have better trained his crew to achieve a higher speed?
No, his n and won were the best of the fleet, the only ones who knew how to operate the complex equipnt crucial to this operation. Even they knew what was at stake, they had done everything they could have.
"As the commanding officer, the fault lies with ." He spoke to himself, steeling himself for what was to co.
So of the crew aboard the ship wished to counter his claim, but they knew him well enough to understand they couldn't change his mind.
"If we pushed the engines to their burnout limit, how much ti could we buy?"
"We can save ten hours of ti with the engines on burnout, but that will cut our ability to make drastic maneuvers greatly in combat, sir." The sa person as before responded.
"Only use nine. We need to save an hour to fight properly. If there is anything you can do to save even a second of ti, do it. Though I trust you have done so already." He ordered.
At the mont, he had no ti to worry about the condition of the engines. Chances were a similar operation would not be necessary for an unreasonably long ti. They could find the funding to replace them in the interim. His more imdiate concern was their ability to take him there, fight, and take him back. The engines could be replaced, lives couldn't, not as easily at least.
He got up to leave the bridge. The lanky man to side called out to him as he left. "Captain. Is there any chance that they could hold out long enough? We've lauded them as being quite brilliant. Are you sure there is nothing they can do?"
"As much as I wish they could, they simply do not have the ti to prepare. You have to rember the nature of the threat here. This isn't exactly a fight they have a chance of winning. At best they could hold out for a day. That assus the enemy is weaker than our projections, too."
As he continued to walk away, he could hear a faint 'I see' from his subordinate.
Perhaps that is the only thing that he could have said at that mont.
He had sothing more to say.
Sothing to tell to the ones he was charged to protect.
He had to tell them to prepare.
He had to tell them the nature of the danger.
He had to tell them how to fight.
He had to tell them how to protect themselves.
He had to tell them to run.
He had to tell Earth that he was sorry.
He had to tell them they were on the clock.
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