<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/atnkNxq.png)</div><strong>Riak of Th'Assum (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329997.msg15764119#msg15764119)</strong><br/><strong> Bridge </strong><br/><strong> Acquiring tea - &gt; Helm control </strong><br/><strong>Tag | Mention: </strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>The excitement of the early days were wearing off for sure. Riak's slowly getting used to the low orbit lifestyle of:<br/>1. Report to duty<br/>2. Chat with bridgecrew<br/>3. Drink tea<br/>4. Shift change.<br/><br/>When all of sudden, his tea-excursion from his helm posting is interrupted. He only managed to utter. "Earl Grey-" When red alert blares out of the speakers like it was the end of days. Well, it is a red alert, and<strong>finally</strong>some real action. And the tall blue andorian dashes to his seat on the comm, to take over from the secondary who had been left there for the two minutes it would've taken to get his frigging tea. The timing of these bastards made him look bad!<br/><br/>"Sixteen vessels, sir. Approaching form 1500, ready to pivot." He didn't even position himself properly before speaking, confirming the sensor readings, and announcing to the commander on deck that he was ready to take battle posture. Finger sliding up the quick keys for automated evasive maneuvers. He wasn't going to use them, as he preferred to fly manual, but Riak liked to have them up and ready in case he was otherwise indisposed. Counter setting it to take over if he didn't touch the controls in 2 seconds. Handy what the automation can do. Now all that remained was for the officer at conn to announce a preferred evasive maneuvers.<br/><br/>"The only thing they have going against us is, they have more mass. We can outgun and outrun them at will. Do they even have shields? If not, we could just... invade."