Situation Report

The entrance corridor to the bridge bustles with hectic preparations. You pass four Vostroyans setting up a heavy bolter on a tripod and another two preparing a flamer dugout. A squad of ship security under the supervision of the ship's Comissar, Ethan Tarkus, was busy plastering the bridge entrance with ablative Armaplast layers.

Apparently Captain Crick meant business.

You nod to Tarkus and step into the control room; Ri'ven and Talahan following you. Veraina Crick stands on the bridge, her white blonde hair falling down her royal blue Segmentum Pacificus Uniform in appallingly salacious streaks. Her arms behind her back, she's shouting orders to the Crew.

"Inquisitor." Her grey eyes pin you, shutting off any indecent thoughts for a brief moment. "T-minus five we passed the outer fringe of the Deverian Nebula, and received odd vox ghosts from two asteroids ten minutes from our position. Our master of detection is on it, but they appear to be two Ork Roks."

You nod slowly, dragging your attention of her tantalizing bosom and onto the matter at hand. "Prepare for imminent combat, Captain!" You bark, knowing full well Crick had already given the order. Nevertheless, you were the Boss, and you needed the crew to see that.

"Already done. Colonel Namib of the 242. and Security-Major Blaine report full combat readiness in two. Shields raised, torpedo tubes locked and loaded and lance weapons calibrated."

"Whats going on here?" You feel Anna's bitter-sweet visage appear at your side as she bursts into the room. "Two orc Roks in ten minutes proximity, Ship fully deployable in two." You tell her, welcoming the distraction from Crick's hypnotizing appearance.

Anna gives a short glance to the command throne’s control lectures, "Alright Captain, bring us close. I want the fighter squadrons out in three. Defensive pattern; don’t engage yet. Lets toast them a bit first." She says with barely concealed enthusiasm.

“Master of Communication! Tell Colonel Namib I want first company for a boarding detail!” shouts Ri’ven with a mad grin, eager to hop onto Anna’s train in his very own retarded way. “Might as well get some first hand intel while we’re at it” he tells you with an apologizing shrug.

Rolling your eyes, not for the first, but hopefully final time, you nod, giving him your 'Okay' for the boarding mission. With a quick side glance you assure yourself Anna isn't fostering the idea of joining him but she, amazingly, isn't interested in Ri'ven's boarding action; and you pause to wonder if the Valhallans have more restraint in their hatred of Xenos than the Tallarn. Either that, or your previous three hour fuck-fest left her too sore to storm an asteroid packed with green brutes.

“Alright, but take Khaleb and Marika with you!” you shout as he storms off bridge with a beaming grin, presumably to find the biggest sub-tank caliber cannon on the ship before Lock did. Barely drawing your next breath you feel a faint lurch in artificial gravity, as the ship begins accelerating into combat speed.