Following the briefing, Astridh had returned to her quarters. Knowing their destination and having checked it on the map, she knew there would be nothing to do for hours yet. The hyperspace journey would, Eydis claimed, be rather uneventful. As such, she activated the computer in her quarters (not far from the bridge) and started accessing mission reports. Eydis had known many of these events, the older ones at least, but more was new to her, and none held the same perspective. For several hours, she stayed there, studying.

After a good while, her alarm beeped, indicating that they were approaching the target zone, whereupon she quickly left her quarters, returning to the bridge and relieving the crewmen there. She sat down in her chair, rapidly studying the information available. Not that there was much of it. Pressing a button on the console she activated the comm unit. “This is lieutenant Astridh Nic Shitric calling All primary bridge crew. Please report to the bridge. We are approaching the planet.” Astridh said, then leaning back in her chair, waiting for them to arrive.

Alexis spent her time on the bridge, silently conversing with the few officers here and there and to some extent let herself be hypnotised by the swirling blue soup outside. As they approached the designated coordinates, she took her usual place by the guard rail at the window. "Allright, drop us out. Remember, shields up, weapons down, but be ready to go to full alert at moments notice." she said over her shoulder, turning back to the window to watch. They would be too far from the planet to to see anything artificial on the orbit with the naked eye, but if there was a moon or asteroid ring they could use to hide if needed, Alexis wanted to know.

Pressing a button the console, Eydis brought the ship out of hyperspace. At first, there was the was nothing but the usual wormhole, then there was a nice spread of stars. Broken up by debris on all fronts. A voice, not unlike that of an old-fashioned british butler, came out of the console speakers. “Ma’am. I believe the ships is in the middle of a debris field. Evasive maneuvers are advisable.”

Eydis, while familiar with many parts of earth cultures, had not quite ever understood the british culture. Not even after four years. She froze up, confused. Astrid forced herself to the surface, assuming direct control again, something she very rarely did. “Thank you Charles. [b]Evasive maneuvers! Metallic debris all around![/b]” she shouted out in order to get everyone moving.

Eyes widening ever so slightly as a massive chunk of something that seen better days came into view, West gripped the guard rail tightly. Her mind raced to find a solution. Sparing half a second to see how the piece of debris was positioned and moving in relation to them, then made the call. "Dive below! Power the railguns and intercept all incoming debris! 302s on standby!" she barked quickly. Fortunately she felt right at home. She did this many times dodging depth charges and torpedoes. "Find the shortest way out. Bow railguns punch us a hole through!"