FOWC: Crackles

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“INFORMATION: ION STORM PROTEAN WILL BE PASSING THESE SPACIAL CO-ORDINATES. NAVIAGTION COMPUTERS SUGGEST EVASIE ACTION TO AVOID DISRUPTION TO THE MAIN CIRCUITS.”

“Well,” said Tanal. “You heard what Ftank said.”

“And?” queried commander Shore.

“Are we going to follow his advice?”

“Tanal,” barked commander Shore, “the ship has been put on a strict mission by the council and under no circumstances are we to deviate from the course.”

“But commander, if we.-”

“Frank, Continue on present course and decrease speed to Standard by 5,” he barked at the computer. “He turned to Tanal and glowered. “No countermand.”

“CONFIRMED. COURSE AND SPEED LAID IN.”

Tanal squared up to commander Shore, “Leon, you are exceeding you’re command, you are endangering the lives of all of the crew. Ion storms are known to be unpredictable, the ship could be torn apart…”

“But we might not and we could sustain only minimal damage.

“”Suppose I am correct?”

“Well in that case you can say I told you so. Providing you say it loud and fast!”

 

Genna lay in her sleeping quarters reading the concluding notes on a paper of Neuon particles and how they act under compressed energy fields. The holo-display image bounced slightly and the project made a small crackling noise, she briefly checked the settings all seemed fine so it must be an external source. She ran a scan on her wristuter and a moment later the details of the Ion storm were display. She closed of the text projector and activated the Internal Communication Monitor and was greeted by the perturbed expression of Lt. Tanal.

“Tanal, has Frank warned you of an oncoming Ion storm?” she asked.

“Yes, but our glorious leader has decreed we stay on course.” He replied. The image distorted and static filled the speaker for a moment.

“Does he know the magnitude has gone up by 12%?” she asked incredulously.

“I do not know,” answered Tanal, “however it is irrelevant. He’s put no counter…. *fizz, spark, crackle, crackle, fizz, whistle*…. sorry lost you. Must the Ion storm disrupting the transmission.”

“I will inform Langdon, Kia and Mork of the development. Mork will be most pleased.”

“You better put your clothes on firs–” the image broke up again.

Genna smiled and quickly slipped into her casual uniform tunic.

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In response to Fandango’s One World Challenge: Disrupt

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