Fred
Retired Staff
Miharu's rush through the portal had been, from Yukari's perspective, a strange ride through a tunnel of near-bubbly effervescence before the vessel arrowed toward its destination.
And so Miharu emerged from whatever limbo it had been in as it crossed between dimensions, only Yukari had no time to gain her bearings before she - the ship - collided into something that looked much like the prow of a Yui destroyer. The object scrapped across Miharu's back, opening a tear into the starboard crew compartment before it ricocheted off them along with a shower of debris that had formerly been Miharu's.
One moment Kotori had been standing by her, and the next the Taisa had been painfully flung in-between her console and Nyton's. Yukari had no time to worry about that, though, as the recoil from smashing into part of a Yui was tossing Miharu downward toward yet more spiraling debris that seemed like flaked away zesuaium armor, Irim engine pods and broken off portion from old transposition arrays.
The Shosa was frantic with activity as she fought to save the ship. Her fingers flew across the glassy surface of her console, her actions feeling disjointed as she felt like time had slowed down, but not her mind. The timelag seemed useful as it gave her the impression of more time to think and react, but the impression was deceptive as her own actions and responses also felt sluggish.
The CFS wasn't giving her either protective shielding or the precision maneuvering she yearned for it to have, though it did seem to do its job having time not stop for them. She had not the luxury to ponder the issue over, though, and turned to Miharu's remaining gravimetric drive for succor.
The fin-shaped engine drive, motorized at its base, flared teal at its back as it swiveled to respond to her command, maneuvering Miharu away from spearing itself on the dislocated pronged prow of defunct warships.
As soon as she was clear, the broken off docking ring of an Ayame cruiser suddenly loomed out from the nothingness away - straight in their path! Yukari hurriedly veered off, the breakneck maneuver eliciting a loud structural moan from the ship.
The novelty of dodging back and forth blindly in a debris field of death had quickly worn itself thin and Yukari halted the motion of the ship. With no more impending collision threatening to happen, the bridge operators finally remembered to breathe.
Picking herself up with a new bruise purpling on the edge of her jaw, Kotori said: "What's our condition?" The Taisa's speech was still reverberated less than half-a-second after utterance, giving her voice a surreal quality.
And so Miharu emerged from whatever limbo it had been in as it crossed between dimensions, only Yukari had no time to gain her bearings before she - the ship - collided into something that looked much like the prow of a Yui destroyer. The object scrapped across Miharu's back, opening a tear into the starboard crew compartment before it ricocheted off them along with a shower of debris that had formerly been Miharu's.
One moment Kotori had been standing by her, and the next the Taisa had been painfully flung in-between her console and Nyton's. Yukari had no time to worry about that, though, as the recoil from smashing into part of a Yui was tossing Miharu downward toward yet more spiraling debris that seemed like flaked away zesuaium armor, Irim engine pods and broken off portion from old transposition arrays.
The Shosa was frantic with activity as she fought to save the ship. Her fingers flew across the glassy surface of her console, her actions feeling disjointed as she felt like time had slowed down, but not her mind. The timelag seemed useful as it gave her the impression of more time to think and react, but the impression was deceptive as her own actions and responses also felt sluggish.
The CFS wasn't giving her either protective shielding or the precision maneuvering she yearned for it to have, though it did seem to do its job having time not stop for them. She had not the luxury to ponder the issue over, though, and turned to Miharu's remaining gravimetric drive for succor.
The fin-shaped engine drive, motorized at its base, flared teal at its back as it swiveled to respond to her command, maneuvering Miharu away from spearing itself on the dislocated pronged prow of defunct warships.
As soon as she was clear, the broken off docking ring of an Ayame cruiser suddenly loomed out from the nothingness away - straight in their path! Yukari hurriedly veered off, the breakneck maneuver eliciting a loud structural moan from the ship.
The novelty of dodging back and forth blindly in a debris field of death had quickly worn itself thin and Yukari halted the motion of the ship. With no more impending collision threatening to happen, the bridge operators finally remembered to breathe.
Picking herself up with a new bruise purpling on the edge of her jaw, Kotori said: "What's our condition?" The Taisa's speech was still reverberated less than half-a-second after utterance, giving her voice a surreal quality.