Moleland 3
26-07-2008, 23:03
The Mole Class Destroyer Cataphract glided delicately through the inkly black darkness of space. Although lit by many a star, it was still a cold and inhospitable place. The ship though charged forward undeterred. It had a mission to carry out and it would do it.
On board, Vice Admiral Thorn looked at the sensor readings. A survaliance probe had detected a ship in his area of patrol and despite chasing it for the last 3 hours at max hyperspace, it still proved illusive. The hypnotic hum of hyperdrive engines was interupted by his commander - his second in command.
'Sir, I think maybe we should give up.'
Thorn glared at him. A cold, hard stare indicating a demand for an explanation. The commander continued. 'We have pursued what could well have been a sensor glitch now for the last 3 hours. We have left our frigate escort trailing in our wake. Already they are over 35 minutes behind us.'
Thorn continued with his hard stare, 'So? You are not scared are you commander?
'No sir. It's just in 2 minutes and 10 seconds we will be beyond explored space...'
'I see? Scared of the unknown? Well, us moles would have to come out here some time. Why not today?'
The thought of this clearly unnerved the bridge crew. This in turn reminded Thorn of seriousness of his actions. He decided to moderate his actions.
'Ok. Perhaps I am being a bit obsessed with this chase. We shall continue it for another hour. Should we still not find anything we shall stop and wait for the frigates. Then we shall head home. Understood?'
There was a slight mumbling of agreement across the bridge. The ship now crossed the frontier... what would they find?
On board, Vice Admiral Thorn looked at the sensor readings. A survaliance probe had detected a ship in his area of patrol and despite chasing it for the last 3 hours at max hyperspace, it still proved illusive. The hypnotic hum of hyperdrive engines was interupted by his commander - his second in command.
'Sir, I think maybe we should give up.'
Thorn glared at him. A cold, hard stare indicating a demand for an explanation. The commander continued. 'We have pursued what could well have been a sensor glitch now for the last 3 hours. We have left our frigate escort trailing in our wake. Already they are over 35 minutes behind us.'
Thorn continued with his hard stare, 'So? You are not scared are you commander?
'No sir. It's just in 2 minutes and 10 seconds we will be beyond explored space...'
'I see? Scared of the unknown? Well, us moles would have to come out here some time. Why not today?'
The thought of this clearly unnerved the bridge crew. This in turn reminded Thorn of seriousness of his actions. He decided to moderate his actions.
'Ok. Perhaps I am being a bit obsessed with this chase. We shall continue it for another hour. Should we still not find anything we shall stop and wait for the frigates. Then we shall head home. Understood?'
There was a slight mumbling of agreement across the bridge. The ship now crossed the frontier... what would they find?