The Amethyst shook as a wave struck them from the Karama.
“Holy shit,” Frosty pointed at the viewscreen as the nose of the Karama was sheered into nothingness.
“It’s collapsing,” Brill said.
“Get the captain back, Lucy, pronto!”
“I’m recalibrating the probe, Frosty. It’s the phase distortion.”
“Damien,” Frosty called engineering.
“Go ahead,”
“Can you give me a boost from the engines if i need it?”
“If i pulled every circuit for anything other than propulsions, nav and shields, maybe. But it will bleed us dry,”
“What about ion-canons!”
“Maybe one forward canon, after that..?”
“Understood, bridge out,”
Lucy smiled, “I have the captain, but not for long, we have a ton of strain on the tether. The probe may get crushed,”
“Captain? What the hell is going on?”
“I need you to brace for a core breach. shut down all non-essential circuits, and throw everything you can including the kitchen sink into the shields,”
Brill put in, “How will your survive? No human can take the..”
The channel went dead.
The probe blew.