The radarman on duty watch in the USS Brandywine's bridge sat staring blankly at the radar screen. Space, unlike terrestrial environments, was nothing but a huge expanse of nothinngness. Sure, sure, you might get your occasional space rock here and there, and huge garbage deposits near the Lagrange points, where the huge space colony cylinders were, but out here, there was absolutely nothing. At all.
Suddenly, the monotony of staring at nothing but a blank screen was broken by a high pitched, squealing ping, the kind that signalled a radar return. The radarman looked down, and surely enough, there was a blip on the radar.
The ping had attracted attention, and surely enough, the senior sensor officer floated over. (There is no psuedo gravity on the smaller space capital ships, such as Concord-class crusiers)
"Hmm...It looks like there is something out here, after all. But what would anything be doing out here?"
"Maybe we'll find out when we figure out what it is," the radarman said. He adjusted some knobs and pushed some buttons on a control panel below the radar screen, and surely enough, the blip flashed once, and then, a small piece of text appeared above it. It was a November-class cruiser.
"That's funny...What would UNSSSR forces be doing out here?" he asked. "These are our territorial areas."
"I don't know," said the sensor officer. "I just don't know."
Suddenly, the monotony of staring at nothing but a blank screen was broken by a high pitched, squealing ping, the kind that signalled a radar return. The radarman looked down, and surely enough, there was a blip on the radar.
The ping had attracted attention, and surely enough, the senior sensor officer floated over. (There is no psuedo gravity on the smaller space capital ships, such as Concord-class crusiers)
"Hmm...It looks like there is something out here, after all. But what would anything be doing out here?"
"Maybe we'll find out when we figure out what it is," the radarman said. He adjusted some knobs and pushed some buttons on a control panel below the radar screen, and surely enough, the blip flashed once, and then, a small piece of text appeared above it. It was a November-class cruiser.
"That's funny...What would UNSSSR forces be doing out here?" he asked. "These are our territorial areas."
"I don't know," said the sensor officer. "I just don't know."
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