Knuckles began to whiten on the hands that gripped the controls across the entire fleet as the surge of adrenaline caused by acting fleet command Lilith's call to action.
"All ahead full under military power!" The same order was echoed across every vessels in the fleet, and the engine rooms braced for the demands of pushing the propulsion systems to their limits. Those above had their own part to play in the the mission, and they had theirs. Spanner, and grease gun in hand, they stood ready. For they were the only thing standing between mission success and engine failure.
"Final weapons checks!"
*click, click*
*kachic*
