Scott Cherella
forced himself to stay calm while all hell broke loose. He’d barely recovered
from being yanked off Earth, sliced-and-diced into microscopic particles by a
transport beam then reassembled aboard a starship—all particles, hopefully, in
their appropriate places.
He took a
deep breath and willed his excitement not to show. The command center was
larger than he expected, approximately three hundred square feet in area, wider
across and sloping from aft to fore.
Holy Moley. He couldn’t get over it. He
was on the bridge of a starship.
His heart
raced. The tension in the room was palpable. The ship was in danger of attack
and all he could think about was how thrilled he was to be there. He had to
pull himself together, put into practice his military training and assess the
situation like the commander he was supposed to be.
He quickly
scanned the room. The science station was aft and to port, communications starboard.
Just as the diagrams indicated. Helm was fore and center. Directly in front of
the helm—navigation—position was an enormous viewscreen.
Oh, my God. Space, up close and
personal.
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This sounds like quite an exciting read! I hope he remembers everything he's supposed to do, or it'll be a real short trip. :)
ReplyDeleteLOL You are so right, Alana.
ReplyDeleteI've got SWITCHED TOO. Looking forward to getting into it.
ReplyDeleteAll the best, Annette
I hope you enjoy it, Annette.
ReplyDeleteI can only imagine how excited he is! Great snippet!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sara.
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