The sounds of a low, ominous alarm growled softly through the narrow gunmetal corridor. A few moments later, the two heads poked out of opposing open doors, glancing toward the forward room. A few hesitant seconds pass before the shorter of the two men, Owen Mirett, slips into the corridor and briskly makes for the control room, followed shortly my the other man, Deryk. The control room door was already open, so the pair filed in already firing off questions.
"What's happened" Is everything alright' Lock down the ports?"
"Calm, Deryk. Indications are clear, nothing to worry about, it's that localized surge again." Jameson clattered about the controls as he spoke from the forward chair.
Owen simply hovered over a monitor, blankly squinting into the screen. "This time it's much larger. Well...smaller, I suppose...but more contrast. Look at how the flux spikes on the perimeter of the cloud."
The Menithes, their small, pieced together spacecraft, matched their make-shift crew of 3 well. It's slight yaw brought it just a bit closer to the anomoly of unknown energy.
Jameson finally turned from his post, looking toward his crew. "Alright, it's definately IO-R7. Most Indefinate Occurances don't happen this many times...we've scanned it long distance twice now, and still don't know anything...It's much stronger now, and I don't know if that means it's going to keep emitting, or disperse faster...Who's for taking a closer look?"
Owen tapped on the screen, "It's weakest point on this side is at our 75, 22, 307...that seems the places to approach." Deryk had stepped toward his own panels and began punching quickly across keypads, affixing the hatch and port covers in place. Jameson turned again, plotting the course, and the small, boxy craft cut back and to the right, tilting upward just a bit, and drifted slowly toward the cloudy disturbance.
"Owen, ready retro thrust, just in case" Deryk, keep an eye on the systems...we're already recording. This thing used to be around 400 C's wide, now it's about 90...taking us to 200 away from the core of it."
The next minute or so was silent aside from the tapping of keys and intermittent beep or tone of a machine. As the craft came to it's destination point, the reverse thrust kicked for a second, and the tail of the ship began to swing slowly toward the front.
"Woah, woah, problem...some..wh-" Some kind of gravity feed, Owen, do we have retro?" Jameson's movements became jittery and urgent against the pad.
"Ready, sir, go." Owen stated curtly.
The thrusters fired forward for a moment, pressing the nose back toward the cloud, which it slowly neared. A moment later, a fiery stream of propellant jutted from the front of the ship, trying to press in backward to no avail.
"No change, Sir..."
"Deryk, power to reverse thrust. Owen...What is this thing?" Jameson had done all he could by this point...full reverse is full reverse, after all.
"You've got all we have...we're already burning hot. Critical at this rate in 45 seconds." Deryk turned to yet another console and knocked away a few more commands. "Cut weapons and a few secondaries, routing more to coolant systems...maybe a minute total now to critical."
The ship lurched closer to the cloud dispite the burning engines. Most of the surrounding metal plates by now had warmed to a dull orange glow.
Jameson turned toward Owen, offering one last desperate hope. "Arm and release a pair of Titan-IV warheads. Once they're halfway between us and it, detonate. It might break the hold just en-" the command was cut short by a screech from the port side and a shaky swing of the ship as it turned toward the sound.
"Port forward is going critical, I've got to cut power!" Deryk hammered on the keypad once more, near shaking.
Jameson braced himself against the chair and his fist collided with the console. The ship was nearly to the core of this beast, and there wasn't anything to be done to stop it. "Relocate all power to thrusters...we'll accelerate and slingshot through the other side."
"Can't cut the port forward engine sir, gauges are locked..." Deryk called out.
"Shut off everything. Cut main power." Jameson screamed, defeated. "Whatever happens, it doesn't seem the Menithes can avoid it. It's been an honor, Deryk, Owen."
As the lights dimmed and flickered out and the sounds of the machinery faded, the eerie silence pulled the ship into the cloud as a child slowly pulls a piece of unseen-before candy from a tabletop. The men shook hands before strapping themselves to the forward seats and reciting their own silent prayers. It was all up to something else now.
"What's happened" Is everything alright' Lock down the ports?"
"Calm, Deryk. Indications are clear, nothing to worry about, it's that localized surge again." Jameson clattered about the controls as he spoke from the forward chair.
Owen simply hovered over a monitor, blankly squinting into the screen. "This time it's much larger. Well...smaller, I suppose...but more contrast. Look at how the flux spikes on the perimeter of the cloud."
The Menithes, their small, pieced together spacecraft, matched their make-shift crew of 3 well. It's slight yaw brought it just a bit closer to the anomoly of unknown energy.
Jameson finally turned from his post, looking toward his crew. "Alright, it's definately IO-R7. Most Indefinate Occurances don't happen this many times...we've scanned it long distance twice now, and still don't know anything...It's much stronger now, and I don't know if that means it's going to keep emitting, or disperse faster...Who's for taking a closer look?"
Owen tapped on the screen, "It's weakest point on this side is at our 75, 22, 307...that seems the places to approach." Deryk had stepped toward his own panels and began punching quickly across keypads, affixing the hatch and port covers in place. Jameson turned again, plotting the course, and the small, boxy craft cut back and to the right, tilting upward just a bit, and drifted slowly toward the cloudy disturbance.
"Owen, ready retro thrust, just in case" Deryk, keep an eye on the systems...we're already recording. This thing used to be around 400 C's wide, now it's about 90...taking us to 200 away from the core of it."
The next minute or so was silent aside from the tapping of keys and intermittent beep or tone of a machine. As the craft came to it's destination point, the reverse thrust kicked for a second, and the tail of the ship began to swing slowly toward the front.
"Woah, woah, problem...some..wh-" Some kind of gravity feed, Owen, do we have retro?" Jameson's movements became jittery and urgent against the pad.
"Ready, sir, go." Owen stated curtly.
The thrusters fired forward for a moment, pressing the nose back toward the cloud, which it slowly neared. A moment later, a fiery stream of propellant jutted from the front of the ship, trying to press in backward to no avail.
"No change, Sir..."
"Deryk, power to reverse thrust. Owen...What is this thing?" Jameson had done all he could by this point...full reverse is full reverse, after all.
"You've got all we have...we're already burning hot. Critical at this rate in 45 seconds." Deryk turned to yet another console and knocked away a few more commands. "Cut weapons and a few secondaries, routing more to coolant systems...maybe a minute total now to critical."
The ship lurched closer to the cloud dispite the burning engines. Most of the surrounding metal plates by now had warmed to a dull orange glow.
Jameson turned toward Owen, offering one last desperate hope. "Arm and release a pair of Titan-IV warheads. Once they're halfway between us and it, detonate. It might break the hold just en-" the command was cut short by a screech from the port side and a shaky swing of the ship as it turned toward the sound.
"Port forward is going critical, I've got to cut power!" Deryk hammered on the keypad once more, near shaking.
Jameson braced himself against the chair and his fist collided with the console. The ship was nearly to the core of this beast, and there wasn't anything to be done to stop it. "Relocate all power to thrusters...we'll accelerate and slingshot through the other side."
"Can't cut the port forward engine sir, gauges are locked..." Deryk called out.
"Shut off everything. Cut main power." Jameson screamed, defeated. "Whatever happens, it doesn't seem the Menithes can avoid it. It's been an honor, Deryk, Owen."
As the lights dimmed and flickered out and the sounds of the machinery faded, the eerie silence pulled the ship into the cloud as a child slowly pulls a piece of unseen-before candy from a tabletop. The men shook hands before strapping themselves to the forward seats and reciting their own silent prayers. It was all up to something else now.