Story time!

Next part of my little story. I'm probably going to continue this until I decided enough is enough. Enjoy!

*2nd Movement Part 1*

The Glissando was a large ship and was anything but graceful. While the Waalwik Federation had technological superiority of the Minerva Alliance, it lacked good technology in propulsion. This meant the Alliance ships could frequently outmaneuver and travel faster than Federation ships. It was a sore point for the Waalwik Federation. Many of their battles and been lost to the superb maneuvering of Alliance ships. The Glissando was to rectify that problem with pure firepower.

The Glissando was the only ship that could be truly said to a 360-degree field of fire. Every part of the ship had weapons precisely mounted so that no matter where the Alliance ships moved, there were no blind spots to take advantage of. Also the Glissando was armed with a large forward-mounted laser. It used enough energy to penetrate any form of spaceship or spacestation shielding. However, the Glissando wasn’t in full control by the Navy. A lot of sensitive technology had been placed on board so the ship also had a contingent of Central Security – External officers, who had the power to overrule the ship’s captain. That obviously led to a lot of tension.

“I know the specifications of this ship and we’ve been detected!”
“Look! We’re coasting through a nebula, the dust will cover us and that’s final!”
The captain glared at the intelligence officer. Stupid intel pukes swore the captain silently.
He couldn’t be more wrong.
Colonel Cassandra E. Hinamoto, the ranking intelligence officer on the ship was correct. She scowled at the captain and stomped off to her console. The massive Starfire-class engines gave off an enormous amount of heat, which could not be hidden, even in a nebula. Hinamoto clenched her left fist, and then began tapping the console furiously. A few minutes later, her suspicions were confirmed. Reports began to flood in from various stations on the ship.

Captain! We have heat imbalances!
They are ships, I am sure of it!
At least 30 ships are on an approach vector!
We’ve lost tactical surprise! They know we’re here!

Hinamoto broke off a section of her console with her left-arm. She stood up angrily shaking her left fist.
“You idiot! I told you, but you didn’t listen,” she paused then added, “Jackass!”
The captain looked away in disbelief, the nebula was supposed to cover them…
Suddenly a metallic arm picked him up. Hinamoto held him up high, her cybernetic left arm threatening to crush his neck.
“You’re relieved of command,” shout Hinamoto, “ I’m taking over your command!”
She slammed him to the ground and drove her mechanical fist through his chest. Blood sprayed upwards and the captain fell silent. The bridge was silent.
Hinamoto sat in the captain’s seat, her left arm covered with blood.
“I’m in command now,” she said quietly, “now power up those weapons!”