Without warning the lieutenant’s peaceful musings were interrupted by the deafening blare of the alert klaxon. “Damn, damn, frackin’ thing!,” she yelled, as she struggled to mute the offending siren. Just as she cut the sound, the hatch screeched open, and Donald Mason stumbled in. “What?... What’s?... What the hell is going on?” “Shut up, Donny, I don’t know yet,” Hyksos snapped. She accessed the communiqué that had set off the alarm, and began to read it aloud for Mason’s benefit:
“From TSS Bellicose to all Terran Starfleet vessels and installations…”
Hyksos stopped reciting. Mason impatiently gestured for her to continue, but all she could do was input the voice playback command. The speakers crackled to life:
“…licose to any Terran Starfleet vessel. Mayday, mayday, mayday. Drengin invasion fleet has breached [static] border at coordinates 56 [static] dash 178. TSS Valiant destroyed. TSS Dauntless destroyed. TSS Resolute heavily damaged. TSS Hephaestus destroyed. TSS Hermes [static] heavy casualties. Repeat: this is a general distress call from the TSS Bellicose to any [static]fleet vessel. Mayday, mayday, mayday. Drengin invasion fleet has [static]”
and then, the dispassionate vocalization of the computer: “Transmission ended…”
Mason and Hyksos looked at each other, and without a word they took their stations to make sure the message was being routed properly through the TS CommNet.