Wed Jan 02, 2013 9:53 am by Ayeniner
*The bridge was tense, as it always was before one of Ayeniner's brilliant and ingenious ideas. This one had been planned for, well, less than twenty-four hours. And yet, it was perfect. Ayeniner thought so, and that was all that mattered. The bridge crew were not accustomed to having the head of the task force that made up the fleet on this particular ship. It wasn't the flagship, but Ayeniner had no quarrels about riding a different ship into combat if he could watch all events unfold as planned. He remarked silently that he was still referring to himself as masculine, and filed away a report that would flag in a week to get that little habit sorted. It was annoying now.
Ayeniner kept catching glimpses of the many species' faces aboard the Pendulum, where he was now. They were full of apprehension, and complete misunderstanding. Who wouldn't be confused... when led by an Astromech Droid? Ayeniner's internal clock kept track of the time left in hyperspace. It was a matter of seconds. His sensors began to register the increase in breathing and perspiration on the bridge, and he erased an impulse to squawk at someone. They were only organic, after all. Why did he not get a droid crew when he could have arranged for it? When he had the money, too. Now he was living off of his real flagship's hypermatter engine. It produced more than enough power, though he always felt unclean after a recharge. He'd have to get himself a proper droid maintenance suite with nanny droids tending to him day in and day out.
That would be the day.
One of the ensigns announced their imminent arrival to the spatial territory of the Frozian government, though Ayeniner already had this information and already decided what to do about it. In fact, he was already wheeling himself to the command hub. The time was now, the plan was perfect. All the rest of them had to do was play to his tune. And when Froz was pillaged and Ayeniner's coffers full, then they'd go onto the next target. Ayeniner always wanted a Wookie carpet.
With a flash of pseudo-motion and a sickening feeling that everyone but Ayeniner actually felt, the Pendulum dropped out of hyperspace. Froz occupied a good ninety-percent of the viewscreen, Ayeniner calculated, but had no time to marvel at the planet's makeup as the bridge crew began to enact out the plan perfectly. It was like a ballet, with an all-male cast. In uniform. Ahem. Luckily, Ayeniner, being an Astromech and all, was not attracted by such lusty thoughts, and could continue to concentrate on the plan.*
"Second phase," *he tweeted,* "is to wait. The sensor station had better be doing their job of finding out where the defence fleet is!"
*Everything hinged on the sensor station finding out where the 'enemy' combatants were.*