The proximity indicator told Schrader that zero hour had come, though his actual time frame was a mere fraction of that. He flexed his hands and stretched his muscles as best
he could in the small confines of his ship. He had rehearsed his action in his mind over and over within the few minutes of time he'd had while skating the lines of light speed. If he was ever going
to be ready, this was the time.
He checked his coordinates, and focused his attention on his proximity read out. The fingers of his left hand rested on the stick, while the index finger of his other hand hovered above the missile jettison
device. Alarms began to sound in his headset as he started his run.
He took a deep breath, he eased back on the stick minutely, and at the same moment, depressed the missile drop. Immediately, he jammed the stick forward as far as it would go. A blinding light accompanied
by mind bending turbulence erupted all around him, but it lasted for only a wink of an eye.
What happened in that wink of an eye was much more dramatic for the Wyzenhymers. In the engineering compartment, the crewmen had seen a bright flash of light, then their world had become violently distorted,
sending most of them to their knees. When the distortion cleared, they all looked up to see what had transpired.
Nestled deeply within their power core, was a standard issue Space Fleet Photon Missile. Where it had come from, they didn't know, nor did they get the chance to speculate as the missile exploded, destroying
everything within the area. Several more explosions occurred in adjoining compartments, creating a domino effect throughout the Flagship.
Schrader had no way of knowing what damage he had unleashed upon the Wyzenhymers. His nerves jangling, his head throbbing, he was vaguely aware that he was alive. Slowing his vessel back to 1xRF and
did a systems check. All seemed to be working properly, all except for his navigational systems.
He pulled up a holographic overview on his monitor and noted with some displeasure, that several antennae were missing, most likely knocked off when he'd entered the Wyzenhymer ship for that brief moment.
Without them, he could not accurately predict where he would come out of hyperspace. He was dangerously short on fuel, and had to make a decision.
Reluctantly he eased back on the stick, preparing to once more endure the violent transition back to Normal Speed, and whatever else might lay ahead.
