Sci's Datapad

The stars stared as blankly back at Sci as he stared at them. The quiet had lulled him into kind of sleepless hypnosis, drawing him deeper into the black depths. Sci blinked and exhaled softly, as if time stood eerily still as he absorbed the dark beauty of the scene. The desaturated, luminous bodies hovered, immobile, impersonal. With this Sci broke from his conscious slumber. All the sounds and chaos from the capital ship returned in a crushing flood. Sci looked up through his helm at the infinite sea of lights in the long hangar. The large dropships and gunships whirred in preparation for the mission ahead. Everything was alive for the moment, if not for any other point in time. Every sound was intricately amplified, optimized, and romanticized. Every thought precise and clear. The light, desaturated blue hum of the hangar bay shield door pulsed through the hangar. The searing heat of the snub-fighters' engines gave an ambient warmth to the cool metal of the battleship. The sound of troops' footsteps clattered through the halls. The smell of burning fuel and excited ions filled the air of the hangar. Sci walked cooly into the lead dropship and secured himself. "This is going to get rough," he said under his helm. And then the ship vibrated and lifted off the hangar deck, pushing forward with it's ion-hybrid engines into the dark void of space...