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Gerald Maupin stood on the bridge of the Andromeda inspecting his datapad, making sure there were no last minute emergencies. Around him the bridge was a hive of activity. Crew members rushed about preparing for launch while the bridge crew sat at their stations. The large holoscreens that showed various angles outside the ship gave view of tug shuttles detaching mag clamps and loader bots putting the last bits of cargo and supplies on board. The shipyard was a hub of activity as ships of all sizes were in various states of repair or dock. Squadrons of starfighters zipped passed while massive warships lumbered to their docking rings. Gerald looked up from his holopad and over at the helmsman, "helmsman Riktof! Status report!" Riktof looked up from his screen and nodded, "all is proceeding as planned sir. We should be able to launch in less than 15 minutes." Gerald nodded satisfactorily, "good. Sound the launch alert. I want us to be in light speed under the hour." Riktof nodded and turned back to his station, activating the speaker system for the entire ship. "All hands prepare for launch, departure sequence is initialized." There was a loud alarm as docking clamps were removed and boarding ramps detached as bulkheads and airlocks closed. A countdown timer appeared on one of the large screens as Gerald keyed the ship intercom to the engineering control room. "Miss Gutierrez! I need a status report!" He then turned to his intelligence officer, "Berkowitz! Do we have any information regarding our destination? The scout frigate Nimitz should already be on station for observation. I want a direct line to them before we jump to lightspeed." With a rumble the reactor kicked into high gear as the Andromeda began to slowly pull away from the space dock. Gerald nodded to himself his ship began to go farther out of the shipyard and keyed the comms for the entire ship. "Attention crew! This is your commanding officer Admiral Maupin. You have all been selected to be on this ship for her maiden voyage and I expect nothing less than the best from you all both in and out of combat. Our destination is the planet Antiaxis, it has recently been invaded by the confederacy and in dire need of assistance. When we arrive we will be the first in line to defend our territory. If you follow me I will make sure we emerge victorious. Welcome aboard." With a click, Gerald closed the comms and cleared his throat. Turning his gaze to his bridge crew, he made sure to meet everyone's eyes. "I am not one for speeches, but since this will be your first voyage with me introductions are in order. I am Gerald Maupin. You may know me for my actions in the past but none of that matters now. We are about to head into the crucible of war and your nerves and abilities will be pushed to the limit. My advice is to follow your training and instincts, but nothing happens without my approval. If you take care of me and the rest of the crew I will take care of you. Now, we have a planet to save. Riktof! Take us out!"
The massive hangar bay was a hub of activity. Mechanics rushed around checking vehicles as pilots checked their instruments. In the far corner, the rumble of bass could be heard as music emanated from a single dropship (freakshow by skillet). Erik stood next to the cockpit of his dropship putting the finishing touches on the painted name and symbol. "Not too shabby." He stepped back and grinned as he admired his handiwork. The words "Vomit Comet" were painted in bright red, above the picture of a bright green comet dripping ooze. Compared to the rest of the dropships on the line, the vomit comet seemed to be the ugly duckling of the bunch. While the rest were polished and gleaming, the comet was dirty and full of battle scars. Bullet holes and laser burns peppered the hull, as well as several ominous looking stains on the boarding ramp and skids. A burly mechanic stomped over and poked Erik's chest. "Riggs! Turn that noise off!" Erik turned around with a grin and took out a small remote and turned down the music. "sorry chief, am i disturbing your precious mech pilots? Wouldnt want them to be cranky now would we?" The chief growled and poked Erik again. "You keep your antics to a minimum Riggs. You may be a new face here but I have had the unfortunate experience to have served with you before. You are lucky you are a good pilot, thats the ONLY reason you are on this ship! Now get your shit together before I have to come back and do it for you!" The chief stomped off in a huff causing Erik to chuckle as he gave the chief a sloppy salute. "Aye aye chief!" As soon as the chief was out of sight, Erik turned the music back up and went back to working on his ship.
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