Bretonian Jell-o

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[color=#000000][font=Book Antiqua]The blue light that flooded the circular bridge dimmed as the Hyperion left the hyperspace tunnel it had been travelling through and entered the blue-ish Newcastle system. The Leeds jumpgate's automatic defense systems immediately tracked the battleship, lobbing salvo after salvo of pulse and laser fire at the vessel. To little effect. The Osiris-class craft's shields shrugged the bombardment off as if they were kamikaze Starfliers.
"Docking sequence initiated," the navigational officer announced. "Trade lane is ready."
"Proceed," Captain Waters replied.
Ahead of the Hyperion, the top four warp-generators heated up, then emitted a powerful beam of energy which created an entrance into the warped field that would carry the Hyperion through the system at immense speeds. The nose of the vessel edged through the circle of light, and a second later, the mighty ship shot off towards the Ark Royal supply station.
"Cut the lane at ten clicks to the Ark Royal," Waters said to the nav officer before moving on to the weapons consoles. "Status?"
One of the two officers operating the consoles turned around to face the Captain.
"Sir, the AS-33s are warm. The torpedo tubes are being loaded. And the Mortar is being charged. All weapons should be ready in another two minutes."
"Good," the Captain walked back to the front of the bridge and gazed out of the window. In the far distance, the Bretonian battleship Ark Royal came into visible range. A moment later, the Hyperion broke to the right, exiting the trade lane. The ship came to a stop.
"Scanners?"
"Nothing, sir."
"Alright, engage the cruise engines."
The deep rumbling of the ship's engines intensified for a moment before suddenly dropping down to a dull droning sound. The craft accelerated toward a blue ice cloud - a Barrier Nebula.

Amanda Higgins lay down onto one of the many bunk beds that filled the crew quarters. Drearily, she unzipped her uniform's top, opening it a bit to cool down.
From across the small room, a group of crewmen looked at her. One whistled teasingly.
"Shut it. I'm still wearing a t-shirt underneath," Amanda muttered. The crewmen shut up.
Bloody halfwitted barbarians, the Lieutenant Commander thought to herself as she lay there, eyes shut. I just hope the Captain doesn't find what he's looking for. I want some damn rest.
She rolled onto her side and fell asleep, dreaming of crushing Nomad incubi with her steel-tipped boots.

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Olivia Sable