Directorate Officer
Stormfire-class Assault Frigate Watchkeeper, near the Zigoola System
"Change heading by twenty degrees port," said Gir, eying the CIC holo-tank's representation of the system's Oort Cloud.
Among the tumbling brown rocks, the Watchkeeper led a small gaggle of Lucerne Lab's corporate vessels. Most were rather unremarkable small ships, including one of their oldest Armorer-class Corvettes and trio of brand new Circinius-class Bulk Corvettes. But in the middle of the column floated a heavily modified CMC-A14 with rectangular engine pods seemingly welded on at random portions of the hull. It was an arrangement that Gir thought was barely mobile; he half-expected the lumbering hull to come to an uncontrolled drift as its engines failed. Yet somehow, it hadn't failed yet. He eyed it intently. It'll break down at the worse possible time...His eyes darted towards on incoming asteroid. We'll clear its path...but...His eyes went back to the modded station, christened Ragnar Station. They won't clear it. He flicked his headset comlink on.
"Gunnery Chief Zazu, eliminate track 213."
"Roger sir."
Moments later, the Watchkeeper's mass drivers erupted, sending round and round into the hulking rock. Dust began to billow out from the rock as it was gradually pulverized into nothingness. How many is that? He began to uncurl his fingers as he counted, but abruptly stopped. I suppose it doesn't really matter...as long as we get to our destinations...
"Change heading by twenty degrees port," said Gir, eying the CIC holo-tank's representation of the system's Oort Cloud.
Among the tumbling brown rocks, the Watchkeeper led a small gaggle of Lucerne Lab's corporate vessels. Most were rather unremarkable small ships, including one of their oldest Armorer-class Corvettes and trio of brand new Circinius-class Bulk Corvettes. But in the middle of the column floated a heavily modified CMC-A14 with rectangular engine pods seemingly welded on at random portions of the hull. It was an arrangement that Gir thought was barely mobile; he half-expected the lumbering hull to come to an uncontrolled drift as its engines failed. Yet somehow, it hadn't failed yet. He eyed it intently. It'll break down at the worse possible time...His eyes darted towards on incoming asteroid. We'll clear its path...but...His eyes went back to the modded station, christened Ragnar Station. They won't clear it. He flicked his headset comlink on.
"Gunnery Chief Zazu, eliminate track 213."
"Roger sir."
Moments later, the Watchkeeper's mass drivers erupted, sending round and round into the hulking rock. Dust began to billow out from the rock as it was gradually pulverized into nothingness. How many is that? He began to uncurl his fingers as he counted, but abruptly stopped. I suppose it doesn't really matter...as long as we get to our destinations...