"Let's get going then. And hopefully our little Preator friend didn't alert others." Synapse says. He turns to his helm.
"Helm, take us home." Synapse orders.
"Aye aye, sir. Turn one-eighty. Procede at cruising speed. Steady as she goes!" The helm reports from his station.
High Center turns one hundred and eighty degrees before the main thrusters ignite and begin propelling it in the direction of the Juniper PLANT.
Alan sighs, taking a look outside the window at the wreckage. He then glances at the captain.
"I'm heading to the Mobile Suit deck." Alan says. "I felt something in my cockpit after firing the HMBL. Something might have come loose. I was under fire so a shot could have gotten through and hit a non vital system."
Synapse nods. "Get down there."
Synapse turns to Miller. "And you." He wears a scary look.
Miller jumps, staying at attention.
"If I remember, Jacie asked for me to let you know she's waiting for you in the sparring pit." Synapse says, wearing an evil grin. Miller got even more rigid before he slumped over.
"I'm gonna die..." He mutters, leaving the bridge.
Gideon waits for Miller to leave before saluting. "Returning to my Mobile Suit, sir!" Gideon says.
Synapse nods before watching Gideon leave. He sighs, sitting back in his chair and resting his chin on one of his hands, his elbow resting against the arm of the chair.