â€œIâ€™ll do what I can of course,â€ Kat said as she messed around with her station a bit. One of the lights on the console turned blue, and then she spoke in a louder tone, â€œWeapon system online, awaiting orders.â€ She couldnâ€™t wait to turn these assholes into space dust. Having a trigger finger like that couldnâ€™t be healthy, but she was sick of sitting around, and whatever the commander was planning had better be damn good. The enemy was not backing off and it pained her to see the fleetâ€™s defenses slowly become weaker by the second. If Eric really could jam the enemyâ€™s system then heâ€™d better do it now before anything else happened. â€œEric, I need you to tell me when weâ€™re lined up perfectly and I mean perfect. At this range it is still risky, no matter what brilliant plans you and the commander have going on.â€<br/><br/>Men and their strange way of thinking that was seemingly connected to one another by some sort of telepathic energy. It amused her.<br/><br/>She added that last part sternly, still somewhat skeptical, but the skepticism faded as fast as it appeared. Come one, Kay, get your head in the game, she told herself, eyeing the screen with ease. If anyone were to look over to her they would probably wonder just what the hell was going through her mind, but that was Kat for you. Once she calmed herself and focused she was rather amazing when it came to certain things. There had been enough bad impressions left today and she was not going to let herself screw up anymore. This was neither the time nor place for screw ups.<br/><br/>The other crew members were still doubtful however.<br/><br/>So was Kat, honestly, but she knew better than to motivate herself with that mindset; again she hasnâ€™t gotten this far by acting childish. Despite her doubts she had little choice but to trust the commander and the rest of the people on this ship. Eric especially since he was her partner in this mess. She just had to wait for her orders. Once she received them, she would ensure that they got out alive. She controlled the weapons. This was all on her now. One fatal mistake could mean the end of this fleet and she could kiss her career good bye, perhaps her life as well. Kat was being somewhat dramatic again, of course, but now it was to further remove herself from the rest of the skeptical atmosphere and focus on one thing.<br/><br/>The destruction of the enemy fleet; she could smell the â€˜space dustâ€™ now. A smirk formed on the corner of her lips and her hand hovered over the button that gave the command to fire the shipâ€™s weapons. But she was careful, as this was the kind of thing that got her in trouble in the past, she didnâ€™t want to repeat the same mistakes.