[center][color=00FF00][b][h3]Jack Mallory, X.O.[/h3][/b][/color][/center]
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"It's a mad-house... captain...!?!" the X.O. yelped as the leather cap was unceremoniously yanked off his head and carelessly tossed aside. His eyes darted to the back of her head as she went past, then behind him to find the cap - which was surprisingly warm. And possibly the only hat he'd have until they returned. And if they lost gravity, potential F.O.D. hazard.

[i]Danny, Danny, Danny,[/i] he sighed shaking his head.[i]What did I ever do to you?[/i]

Leaning forward over the radar plot, he took out his white wax pencil and marked out a plot. "Captain, recommend we come right seven and one-half degree for 600 yards, then left seven and one-half degree to resume our base course for 190 yards, then left three degrees for the next eight hundred yards.... What the...?"

There was six tracks coming up behind them....?

"Captain! We've got missiles coming up our butts!"

They had nothing at all back there but that kinetic shield - and he didn't think it was built to withstand that sort of blast.