Resurrecting the Wraith

[Kauket]

“Ma’am, multiple Maltese war vessels detected within the vicinity. “

The Keeper’s attention flares up, “Oh? Well - that wasn’t expected at all… “ she would sarcastically note about the guests in the area. Suddenly smacking down on the table, she would flick on the comm’s radio link to the escorts, issuing out a stern command,

“Kill them all. Show no mercy. Hale - stick with the Wraith. “

Releasing the pressure of the button from her fingers, she backs off from the link and begins to order the crew around,

“Let’s finish off this Ranseur, and then we’ll make goose.
Full power to the weapons! Target the main segment. Give it all we have. Annihilate it. “ The Keeper commands in a forceful tone.

“Roger that!”


The room is filled with an aura of excitement, bloodthirst, fear and hope throughout the bridge of the crew who’m are trying to work their best on forcing their way through the hostile vessel.

Out of the blue, a hologram would slide out of a spotlight-like object from the corner of the room, sliding out like a wiggling noodle, it appearing almost suddenly after the ship managed to disperse some shots into the hull of the Ranseur, the construct would seemingly materialize into a small humanoid shape, floating in front of Raven, appearing to fold it’s fuzzy pixelated arms together.

“You must cease.“ It strongly demands.

“What? Why?”

“The amount of energy that is being dispensed is too great. You are being too much of what Humans say, ‘too bloodthirsty’. The buffer system will be damaged from the output of the generator! It’ll overload the entire system. The chance to leave without repercussion is now.”

“Wait - now you’re telling me the generator is on it’s way out too?”

“Essentially so. It is imperative that we move, there are more hostile entities on the way, we’re going to get trapped. We calculated a safe route for our escape. We apologise but you must leave your friends and allies behind. “

“...You’re right, sometimes sacrifices are made for the better. We can’t risk to lose everything we’ve ever worked for. Coordinator! Set a waypoint at the following location… “ Having a moment to herself, she thinks about the route and looks around the scenario of the fight. “Ehrm. “

“We control.“

The figure zips over towards the console, almost like if they were being absorbed into it. The crew back off from their consoles, as they were locked out from it. The ship automatically assigns coordinates, disabling the weapon and various other systems, and re-routes the power to cruise.

“That also works too.“