Her arms were crossed behind her back, and her eyes darted back and forth between points on the floor in front of her. She watched the timer on the screen. The offensive squadron was scheduled to arrive at L262 in less than ten minutes. She tried to calm her nerves. Her mind kept wandering over the absence of crab forces in M673. Something about the situation made her skin crawl. “Ma'am, we're getting a signal from the Broadsword. They want us to override FTL system safety and go into the system to this point,” Commander Hoskins said. The executive officer put a point up on the small tactical display. “Very well, override safeties and continue to the designated point.” “Aye, ma'am,” Hoskins said. He worked for a moment before saying, “Ma'am, I can't get the system to accept the override.” “Keep trying. We still have a couple of minutes.” Hoskins worked as hard as he could, but the system refused the override again and again. They ran out of time and Saber slowed to sublight speed right at the edge of L262.
