The decks rock and wobble, as something outside the hull causes tremors of impact.  The voice of the captain coolly states<br/><br/>"I am still calculating the coordinates for our jump to hyperspace, does anyone have eyes on who's pursuing us?  Gunners, do you have any visuals?"<br/><br/>From the gunnery stations, there's no obvious signs of vessels attacks, but it could be a matter of line of sight and lack of anyone at sensors to feed the information to your stations.<br/><br/>Aria feels a set of small paws settle upon her shoulders, kneading in place as a small warm presence nestles at the small of her neck.