Macross Galaxy Bridge
January 2nd, 2881
Well that could have gone better.
The scent of warm coffee wafted up to meet Captain Felix Coda, as he surveyed the Galaxy's operations and reflected on the sorry state of "Operation Sauroter". The League had turned out to leave much to be desired with how miserably their offensive had failed - and he couldn't say he would miss either them, or that insufferable auditor snooping around their premises.
...Not that there was, admittedly, much for him to do during a Fold. Chances were good that if there was an accident, it wasn't something he could reasonably do anything about, and that by the time any of them realized there was an accident, they would all be dead.
This thought gave him some small comfort, as he dunked a grayish circle of what the Galaxy's food processors vaguely approximated to be a doughnut into his coffee, signaling the official start of his day.
"How much longer until we reach out destination, Captain?"
With an inner groan, he paused in mid bite, and affixed his best, most obliging smile as he pivoted to the figure clad in what he could best describe as plastic-wrap standing behind him.
"Oh, Miss Techne. Good Morning to you as well."
Silence greeted him, and he cleared his throat, perhaps attempting to dislodge the lump of flour and grease now halfway down his windpipe.
"Shouldn't be too much longer. We're currently passing through the outskirts of Joker as we speak. Fold Technology is really-"
"Good. I must hasten to his Excellency's side to deliver my report on the Terrans."
Coda opened his mouth - and shut it again, perhaps deciding now was not the best time.
Arguing with a Fatima on a mission, he had quickly learned, was only asking for a tongue lashing. Far be it from he to enrage his future overlord... especially given the size of the checks he was writing on their behalf.
An alarm bleeped at them from overhead, and Coda paused in mid-sip to squint uncertainly.
"What is that noise?"
"The... proximity alarm." He said slowly, as his eyes went to the instrument readouts.
"Then we are not alone?"
"No, no... We're in fold space. There's nothing for us to hit here. It's physically impossible. It must be some sort of short circuit somewhere-"
BANG!
A shockwave ran through the ship, causing the two to stagger, grasping onto whatever was nearest for dear life.
"What the Hell?"
A voice from one of the many cyborg operators aboard rose in response to Coda's query.
"We're hit. Something impacted the forward hangar, bay 18."
The Captain, wide-eyed, exchanged glances with Techne. He could practically sense her looking down her nose at him, and scowled.
He really hated Mondays.
"Begin emergency fold-out! Get me a visual!"
The monitor flickered, and a vague shape formed - hardly the best quality, but a gleaming figure, hurtling through the outer doors at breakneck speed, little more than a blur. Coda shook his head, uncertain... but a low chuckle escaped the Fatima beside him. Yes, she thought. Now it all made sense.
"It's him...!"
Techne hissed, her whole body shaking with excitement. Truly, there was a God-
And He was on the side of justice.
"We finally found you...! KNIGHT OF GOLD!"
January 2nd, 2881
Well that could have gone better.
The scent of warm coffee wafted up to meet Captain Felix Coda, as he surveyed the Galaxy's operations and reflected on the sorry state of "Operation Sauroter". The League had turned out to leave much to be desired with how miserably their offensive had failed - and he couldn't say he would miss either them, or that insufferable auditor snooping around their premises.
...Not that there was, admittedly, much for him to do during a Fold. Chances were good that if there was an accident, it wasn't something he could reasonably do anything about, and that by the time any of them realized there was an accident, they would all be dead.
This thought gave him some small comfort, as he dunked a grayish circle of what the Galaxy's food processors vaguely approximated to be a doughnut into his coffee, signaling the official start of his day.
"How much longer until we reach out destination, Captain?"
With an inner groan, he paused in mid bite, and affixed his best, most obliging smile as he pivoted to the figure clad in what he could best describe as plastic-wrap standing behind him.
"Oh, Miss Techne. Good Morning to you as well."
Silence greeted him, and he cleared his throat, perhaps attempting to dislodge the lump of flour and grease now halfway down his windpipe.
"Shouldn't be too much longer. We're currently passing through the outskirts of Joker as we speak. Fold Technology is really-"
"Good. I must hasten to his Excellency's side to deliver my report on the Terrans."
Coda opened his mouth - and shut it again, perhaps deciding now was not the best time.
Arguing with a Fatima on a mission, he had quickly learned, was only asking for a tongue lashing. Far be it from he to enrage his future overlord... especially given the size of the checks he was writing on their behalf.
An alarm bleeped at them from overhead, and Coda paused in mid-sip to squint uncertainly.
"What is that noise?"
"The... proximity alarm." He said slowly, as his eyes went to the instrument readouts.
"Then we are not alone?"
"No, no... We're in fold space. There's nothing for us to hit here. It's physically impossible. It must be some sort of short circuit somewhere-"
BANG!
A shockwave ran through the ship, causing the two to stagger, grasping onto whatever was nearest for dear life.
"What the Hell?"
A voice from one of the many cyborg operators aboard rose in response to Coda's query.
"We're hit. Something impacted the forward hangar, bay 18."
The Captain, wide-eyed, exchanged glances with Techne. He could practically sense her looking down her nose at him, and scowled.
He really hated Mondays.
"Begin emergency fold-out! Get me a visual!"
The monitor flickered, and a vague shape formed - hardly the best quality, but a gleaming figure, hurtling through the outer doors at breakneck speed, little more than a blur. Coda shook his head, uncertain... but a low chuckle escaped the Fatima beside him. Yes, she thought. Now it all made sense.
"It's him...!"
Techne hissed, her whole body shaking with excitement. Truly, there was a God-
And He was on the side of justice.
"We finally found you...! KNIGHT OF GOLD!"
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