I stood next to Anibeli on the bridge. She was sat in her most magnificent chair, looking at statistics or reports. Maybe just pornography. Who can say?

  Heh. Anyhow, we were exiting warpspace soon. We had a good showing. Our objectives completed, a vessel destroyed, and no major issues to speak.

  The plan was to head to dock for proper repair, as while the ship had gotten some hasty repairs, she needed a proper repair, and a general check over.

  "1 minute till emergence."

  I counted the second. 50. 40. 30. 20. 10. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

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  "Brace for emergence." Came the call. I stood stoic as the ship shuddered slightly, and they rode out of the portal.

  The crew began communicating general information about the ship's status. I payed no attention.

  I tap my fingers on my thigh, following the rhythm to 'Military Fashion Show'. "What can I do, what can I say? Choose your weapon, time to pay. Forget about the second daaAaay. Du du nu nu nu. MmMmmMmm." I hum lowly.

  Anibeli turns to me and raises an eyebrow. I wave her off. I was enjoying myself. I was about to continue when a call came from the sensor operator.

  "Captain, unknown contact at system Station. Our Ships are there as well, but she has the mass of a cruiser, Captain."

  Anibeli pauses, then I watch as her lips twitch. "Ahead full, com our cruiser. Shields up, but keep weapons cool." She said.

  As we approached, messages, reports, and data packets were exchanged. I glanced at Anibeli, and saw her smile as she read something on a monitor.

  "Captain, we've got a better reading on that foreign cruiser. She is heavier then first reports indicated. We expect she is a heavy cruiser, class unknown."

  "Yes, sensors. I know what, and who it is. Keep her steady on, and lower shields." She paused, and glanced at me. She twitched her eyes to her office area, and I nodded. I turned and left.

  What does she want to say? Why not in front of the crew?