'Medical bay manned and ready, bridge, aye,' Hamada repeated. This was becomming a little faster paced, and Hamada felt herself sinking into the mindset. It did not come naturally. It was something she had learned over a period of time. Manning the bridge was a repetition that had impressed itself upon her neural passageways over endless simulations.
'Taisa, medical bay manned and ready.'
Mentally, she switched to sorting through the scans and the operational information associated with the enemies. The Mishhuvurthyar were a subject well studied by her particular rating, and if one were to judge by the sheer weight of the ribbons on Taisa Ketsurui's uniform panel, something that the Taisa would also be familiar with. Nevertheless, loyally, Hamada repeated;
'Three contacts identified as Sfrarabla Mishhuvurthayar Xharafuklurp vessels, class Xianthrafruglu, Heavy Gunships. Primary ordinance is the 'Lagacy Cannon'. Secondary ordinance are Subspace Positron Cannons. Recommend maintaining a distance of approximately three-six-point-one-eight kilometers, at speed of six-nine kilometers a second, evasive movement, in order to avoid positive targeting lock.'
Hamada felt lucky that she did not have to repeat that, verbally.
