Jerusalem Coming

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<!--" Brace for impact." The clipped tone rang over the intercom. Keile Koare dropped to the deck and pulled up the brace stubs. He pushed his legs into the given slots and waited. Stephen Shera, the chief engineer, dropped next to him, performing the same routine.


 * " Goddam! Sure the ship was built to withstand it, but this-" Shera was cut off by an immense crash and jarring impact as their ship plunged through another. "But this is getting ridiculous!"


 * The ship shuddered constantly as it was beaten by enemy fire. The engineering crew rose and returned to their stations. Several coolant pipes had burst in the collision. Keile and two other crewmen rushed to repair the damage. Shera was on the bay-to-bridge comm-set, trying to reach the captain. He turned off the set with an impatient huff.


 * " Nothing, dammit!" He glanced around. " Knowles, get your ass up to the bridge and tell the captain to get us the hell outta here, or we're screwed!"


 * The junior deck hand scrambled to obey. He ran out the main pressure hatch when an explosion engulfed his body. When the flames receded, there was nothing left.


 * Cheif Shera pounded at the diagnostics console. " Shit! That was the reactor re-route circuitry exchange! Koare! You're up! Grab a kit and a gun, get up to the captain!"


 * Keile slowed his work. Shera stared at him incredulously. " Are you deaf? Go!" Keile ran to the storage area and grabbed his gear and firearm. He glanced hesitantly at Shera, but the cheif engineer had already moved on, shouting orders at deckhands on the other side of the room. Keile took off running, eager to avoid Knowles' fate.


 * He made it to the transport shaft, when a massive boom echoed through the hallways. The lights flickered, dimmed, and went out. Keile could hear Shera, two cargo holds away. " Goddam! The transformer! Every friggin time..." His shouts faded, and Keil's attention snapped back to the present. He hit the hydraulic release, and the doors to the shaft sagged in their frame. Keile pulled one open easily. He jumped onto the maintenance car just inside, started it up, and shot towards the bridge.


 * The rail whined as he pushed the outdated cart as hard as he dared. Keile slowed when he saw the faint lights illuminating the bridge doors. He overshot the exit, swore, and brought the cart to a stop. He jumped out and ran to the door. He hit the release and squeezed through. Dim emergency lights illuminated the floor and handrails.


 * Keile ran to the bridge, dodging officers and ranking crewmen. As he passed the outward listening post, he heard the cold, rational voice of Captain Iosep Haur. Keile came to a dead halt and turned around. He stood at the door to the transit comms room as the captain finished his business with the radioman.


 * The captain turned around. Keile came to attention. Haur returned the brisk saluteloosely. " How can I help you?"


 * " Sir, Cheif Shera wants you to know that we need to pull out and retreat. The ship cannot take much more, and we needed repairs before the engagement." Keile finished undramatically. The captain's stare cut off any enthusiasm for the message.


 * The captain left the room, signaling for Keile to follow. They stopped at a tactical view table. Haur waved an arm over the scene portrayed. Small representations of real ships stood out from the black of space. The ship Koare and his crewmates occupied, the RNSS italic Highwayman-->