Join Date: Sep 2012
Location: Deepest, darkest Buckinghamshire...
No sooner had the portal closed behind Markov, than the images displayed on the bridge monitor began to judder and twist again.
Dimitar slammed his fist into the arm of his command chair. “Markov! Get those boosters up now,” he growled.
There was a moment of silence, broken only by the sound of static, before Markov responded.
“Adjusting modulator now, captain. One moment…” her garbled voice trailed off, before the screen flickered to become much clearer, although still slightly distorted.
“Is that better, captain?”
“Aye. Advance to Churian’s last known location. I want a report from him within the hour. Time is of the essence; we need to locate and deactivate the warp drive. I need not remind you of the consequences of a random warp jump; you know what these ancient hulks are like.” Dimitar sat back into his chair, eyes fixed to the screen, and waited.