Dave followed the progress of the missions he'd sent the Chief and Shin on. Both men had managed to steal the Dark Tigers, albeit with varying degrees of subtlety. He opened a closed comms link to Tiberius.
"BEEP. Chief, this is Flemster. Good work. Take the Tiger and proceed to the coordinates I'm sending you. There, you will find a long-abandonned science platform. It's presurised and servicable and has a docking bay. We'll pick you up on the way past. Maintain comms silence. Also, activate the Tiger's stealth as soon as you clear Pluto Station. Shin has caused quite a shitstorm and security are going mental. Flemster out."
He sent the message and reset the comms to another closed channel, this time with Shin.
"BEEP. Shin, this is Flemster. Not quite the way I wanted it done but good work nonetheless. Take the Tiger and whatever else you've thieved and head for the coordinates Im sending you. You will rendezvouz with the Chief at an old science station in deep space orbit. It is abandonned but servicable. You are to hold there until the Endeavour picks you up in about twelve hours. Remember to activate the Tiger's stealth capabilities. Maintain comms silence. Flemster out."
He flicked the comms set off and turned to his personal log computer. He entered a series of codes and a mission checklist appeared. He checked off the first two boxes and closed it down.
Dave Flemster strode on to the bridge, the officer of the watch supprised to see him.
"Uh, captain's on the bridge!"
Flemster waved him silent. He settled into his command chair.
"BEEP. Comms, 2MC."
"2MC, sir."
"BEEP. Engineering, this is the captain. Begin engine startup. I want to be ready for emergency departure in less than ten minutes."
There was a pause before one of Tiberius' men answered.
"Um, sir? There's only two of us down here, sir. Chief Tiberius is off ship."
"BEEP. Let me worry about the Chief. Get my ship up and running. Do you understand?"
"Ah, yeah. I mean, aye sir."
"BEEP. Good. Bridge out."
Flemster began flicking switches on his armrest.
"BEEP. Officer of the Watch, today's recall codes, if you please."
The young officer looked flustered, knowing something was going on.
"BEEP. Now, Mr. Biro."
"Uh, yes, sir." the man replied, hurrying over with a small plastic card that contained the codes for all the crew's comms units.
Flemster entered the code and hit the comms switch again.
"BEEP. Endeavour crew. Emergency recall to ship. I repeat, emergency recall to ship. Make haste and man your stations. Endeavour leaving in one-zero minutes. This is the captain."
The skeleton bridge crew looked startled.
"Sir, what's--" the helmsman began.
"BEEP. Helm, begin departure prep. Sever all umbellicals and gantries. Leave main docking tunnel attached for exactly ten minutes then sever. Make preparatons for emergency break-dock."
"Uh, aye sir."
Flemster turned to face the comms woman, who was looking at him with nervous eyes.
"Comms, on the 1MC."
A tone sounded throughout the ship.
"1MC, sir." she announced.
"BEEP. General Quarters, General Quarters! All hands man your battle stations. Go up and forward on your starboard side, down and aft on your port side. General Quarters, General Quarters! Hostile vessles approaching. General Quarters, General Quarters!"
He clicked the comms off.
"BEEP. Rig the ship for combat, Mr. Biro." he added calmly.
The young officer quickly overcame his fear as his training kicked in. He hit a large red button and immediately, the bridge was bathed in a low, red light. Flemster could already feel the mechanical clunking of shielding sliding into place, as well as weapons pods rolling out along the hull.
"BEEP. Comms, 5MC."
"5MC, sir." the girl replied, opening the channel to the flight deck.
"BEEP. Flight Ops, this is the captain. We are about to engage hostile ships. Launch the alert Vipers."
Dave pressed another button on his comms unit. "BEEP. Master At Arms, how goes the recall?"
A pause. Then, "Captain, we just hit the halfway mark. Sir, most of these guys are in bars getting wasted. It's doubtfull they heard the recall, sir."
"BEEP. Understood. Are the senior officers back on board yet?"
"Aye, sir. all accounted for with the exception of Chief Tiberius and Commander Shin and some of his men. I've been trying to raise them myself but--"
"BEEP. Chief Tiberius and Commander Shin are accounted for, Sargeant. Close the ship and prepare for departure."
"But sir, we still have over 300 hundred men on station!"
"BEEP. You have you orders, sargeant."
There was a long pause before the man answered. "Aye, sir. Closing the hatch."
The helmsman, who really needs a name, turned in his seat to face Dave.
"Captain, radar shows no vessles approaching us, sir. What's going--"
"Captain! Two Forlian battlecruisers decloaking on our starboard bow! Range, three thousand kilometers and closing, sir!" the radar operator called out.
"BEEP. Helm, emergency breakdock. Take her out of the station and bring us about, heading three-six-three. Maximum thrusters."
The helmsman repeated the order and immediately attended to his console.
"BEEP. Weapons, transfer everything to the aft plating. Make ready aft torpedoes and autoguns. Ready the MetalStorm systems."
"Aye, sir."
The Endeavour lurched away from the docking tunnel in a shower of metal dust. The men arriving late could only watch in horror as their ship reversed out of the docking hanger at speed. They knew they were now stranded on this remote outpost.
The Endeavour cleared the outer hanger walls and started to swing around, her engines glowing brighter and brighter as she powered up.
On the bridge, Flemster opened the comms 1MC.
"BEEP. Crew of the Endeavour, this is the captain. We have completed a classified part of out mission that, until now, I have been unable to tell you about. Our journey through the anomally will most likely require us to have a heavy carbon sheilding capability, something this ship lacks. Therefore, I have aquired the carbon plating by stealing two Dark Tiger stealth fighters I knew to be stationed on Pluto Station. These fighters belonged to the Forlian Empire and are very expensive. This fact is being played out now by the arrival of two Forlian battlecruisers. Now, whilst we have the edge over them in speed, they have the advantage in firepower and, as anyone of you who has ever met a Forlian will testify, they aren't shy about using it. I intend to leave the area at full speed and head for Nightingale Station in the Interim Sector, where we will retrieve the fighters and the men who aquirred them. I expect the Forlians to pursue as best they can and most likely engage, so be prepared for some chop. Remember your training and do your jobs and you will ALL live through this. That is all."
Dave turned to face the front.
"BEEP. Helm, best speed for Nightingale Station."
"Nightingale Station, best speed, aye, sir."
"BEEP. Comms, get me the CAG on a closed comms."
(OOG: Razor, you're CAG aren't you? A bit of action for you and whoever else wants to play as a figher jock for a bit!)