The meal finished quietly, at least from Kol's end, though, just before dessert was to be served, the loudspeaker set in the corner of the mess activated, with three loud honks, before transmitting a computerized voice through the ship.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.35em;">"General Quarters. General Quarters. This is not a Drill. All crew, report to assigned positions. Repeat. General Quarters. General Quarters. This is not a Drill. All crew, report to assigned positions."</span><br/><br/>Kol stood up immediately, frowning slightly, then nodded. "Gentlemen. Ladies. We have a job to do." He waited for the rest of the officers to stand and file out, then followed, heading Directly for the CIC.<br/><br/>The CIC was bustling, quiet efficiency and tension filling the large room as Kol walked to the 3D map in the centre of the large room, and, after a moment, pressed one finger into the digital map, causing it to zoom in on the Praxus gravity well, a half-dozen icons popping up to show where the hostile vessels were, while at the bottom of the screen a blue icon moved towards the gravity well, signifying the Warship's Phase Transit. "Navigation. Time to entry?"<br/><br/>A junior Lieutenant stood up in time for Lieutenant Meade to take the junior's place at the navigational controls for the ship, then answered Kol's question. "Approximately Five minutes, sir."<br/><br/>Kol nodded. "Weapons and Sensors ready?"