Reaper of Rishiri

[Annis]

The lack of sincerity in her commendation does not go unnoticed, but all the same it does not prompt a sarcastic retaliation in return. That would be unbecoming for a captain of a warship, expected to adhere to strict standards and an even stricter level of efficiency. He nods, not a single trace of a smile as he does so, it almost seems like he cannot wait to get this over with. "The supplies will have to be enough, we can't hold this position forever, every day spent here is an invitation to be detected and boarded by opportunists." There was an element of anxiousness to that response, as if he had concerns of the safety and success of this operation, though he did not seem the type to care for personal consequences, he had a crew to safeguard. And when the hour struck, there was nothing left to do but give the order.

"Full power to the engines." He instructed the helmsman who was at his station on this occasion. A slow groan rattled through the hull as the ship began to move and devote power and precious fuel to the engines as they engaged cruise. There was a moment where the crew seemed tense, right about the same time that the engines made a series of whines, almost as if about to fail or backfire. The Captain remained expressionless and soon the mechanical error, or whatever it might have been ceased for the moment. With their nerves relatively calmed, the ship held it's course for the anomaly in the system.

That is until the communications array is bombarded by a mostly garbled distress signal. The communications officer glances to her Captain for instructions, and he nods in response, knowing what that means she tries to better clean up the message before playing it over the bridge speakers. "This is the IDFSV Loire, we are under attack and require immediate assistance! Triangulate the location of this distress signal, please! We cannot-." As soon as the recorded distress message had played, the officers on the bridge turn to their Captain for orders. A Captain who appears quite torn between the safety of his crew and countrymen being assailed. They would have to turn around and fly away from their current course in order to assist, and with the engines already producing a cacophony of protests, it was unlikely that the cruise engines would be so cooperative if forced to restart post-intervention.

He had a few seconds to think, time he tried to use wisely. And a window that Claire could voice her own thoughts into if she felt compelled.