Nother day

by C.C.B Lyr
[1st Work]

"Just another day", Said Captain Gilen, as his ship, a Huller is left to wander on wild
space, as its flotilla  of ten was demolished
by A Spearhead Ambush. Its Kristali
Engines have been fried due to sudden
"Structuring", a mode of travel that
prints your ships reality to another
space, whilst keeping your passengers
alive. Unfortunately the ship needs
quite the time before it could return
them to friendly isles.
As the Captain of the ship, Ser Gilen
prioritized repairing the ship as quickly
a possible, as he fears to be caught by
the enemy's hunters.

An hour passed by, and there isn't any
sign of allies coming to rescue them.
Glen thought of sending a Structured
Mail, but that would be risky, with
sensors lurking relatively close it may
endanger them from a sudden attack,
thus he opted to wait a few more hours.
But the Few hours passed quickly, and
they were in danger of being left to be
ambushed.
Gilen sends out the Mail, and after a
few minutes a response came by.
An ally was available to rescue them,
but it needed time. approximately
another hour.
The Crew celebrated the prospect of
rescue and so did the Captain, but Gilen
was still sharp, he wished to have a
peaceful exit, but wishes are not so
resulting in the face of war.

As in the mean time, An enemy Captain
has intercepted the Mail, and managed
to Calculate there current position, it
now prepares to have a pin point
structure to attack them.
Gilen was wary of such situations, and
so, in the midst of the celebration, he
halted the fest, ordering an all board
preparing.
with gun slots being loaded, inventory
being checked, and engine repaired,
everyone gave there part, all too naive
of whats to come.
Gilen prioritised reinforcing his rear, as
it showcased the the ship's damaged
sides, taken from the previous
encounter.

Ship boys run along carrying slotlets for
the gunnery crew and and there Guns,
whilst supply men inspect there
inventory and logistics, running by
there side were the hectic Crystal
Smiths, coordinating to fix there ship's
sorry state,
seen all by the high elavation of the
captain's platform, like an inverse
coordinator for a massive
accompaniment.
but as there sighs, and crys of work and
sweat, came to be one for a music
taken only by chance, a discord of
blaring, whirling tunes, deafens the
hardy music, with its timbre marking
dominance in all there is to hear.
Like a coordinator, taken by surprise,
Gilen was startled, but immedietly, his
decked Tuner specialist, responsible for
deciphering meanings around the tunes
of the Kristals, began to uncover the
source of the mad play.

In Gilens Aft-direction(back side), came
an agitated specialist. reporting
out-loud the words:
"Ser!! reaction is present near our
location at Ceiling Top!!,
and.... it looks like its a Structuring".
The Crew grew pale, with gunner men
quickly rushing ti aim upon the enemy,
awaiting the words of gilen.
Then suddenly a Ray Specialist from the
lower deck rushes to report a grim
message-
"We got Caught!!, We got
caught!!" she repeats, as she looses pace
of her breathing.
Gilen was filled with disbelief, one
could swear seeing him drool, like an
old man suddenly going blank, in the
face of immeasurable love.
but below him, were his men, all too
fragile in there resilience.

So as he needs be, Gilen took the stand,
using his defined and crooked voice he
forced out a yell. an order to
immedietly have all weaponries, Guns,
and cannons alike [B-rays and
TickPulsees], be fired upon the slowly
Structuring vessel.
The Vessels slowly entered there space,
its bright structuring, all too kind to
mask its ominous silhouette, disturbed
only by the volley of Gun fire, set upon
its front, with zapping strays that
followed suit.
a Dear old absence knocked Gilen's
crew, the anticipation too hard to bare,
for even the most veteran fear not
shocks of explosions or zaps from
beams, they fear.. that which they
cannot hear.