He sat up groggily and felt more exhausted now than when he’d gone to sleep. Looking at his clock he saw it had only been three hours ago. -Beep beep- "Go!" he called out, rubbing his eyes. "Captain, this is Lieutenant Peters," the disembodied voice of one of his operations officers floated from the speakers in the ceiling. "I'm sorry to disturb you, sir, but we've had something odd happen." "Define odd, Lieutenant," Jackson said. "The tracking signal from an automated mining rig in the outer asteroid belt just dropped off," Peters said. "I've contacted the surface and they told me it's prone to this sort of intermittent failure. They won't send anyone to check on it unless it stays out for more than six hours." Jackson's blood ran cold. "We both know that's bullshit, Peters," he said, grasping for his boots. "Go to general quarters. 1-SS. I'm on my way. Get your ass to the CIC once Davis gets there." "General quarters, general quarters!" the call blared over the shipwide.
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