As Admin took control of the Cruxblade ship, it began the arduous task of escorting the massive vessel back to its lunar base. However, due to the limited capabilities of the ship's star system engines compared to the efficient ion engines of the drones, the journey back to the Moon would be a lengthy one, estimated to take approximately two weeks.
Admin then asked several questions about the ship and its crew members.
"How many crew members are on the ship?"
Captain Anderson did not like being asked questions and taken as prisoners, but seeing the drones He knew that if they wanted to live, he would need to answer questions.
"We have seventy crew members, including myself and two senior officers."
Admin nodded and then added.
"There is no need to kill you or destroy your ship. But I must be sure that you humans are not going to report me."
Anderson, Kara, and Elion looked at each other. They did not need to speak. Their experience with each other let them understand what they were thinking with ease.
Three of them thought about the same thing.
"He reffered us humans, which means whoever they are talking to is not from the human race!"
As the ship continues to be escorted by Sphere Drones, the other crew members, who at this point knew that they had surrendered, speak to each other.
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Cruxblade Ship Cafeteria
Lieutenant Collins, her voice quivering, broke the tense silence. "I can't believe this is happening. We're prisoners on our own ship, surrounded by those drones. What does this being called Admin want with us?"
A young man in his early twenties leaned against a console, his eyes darting between his comrades and the drones outside. "I don't know, but this doesn't feel right. We've always trusted Captain Anderson and relied on its guidance, and now... it feels like we're pawns in a game we don't understand."
Thompson, a regular soldier with a gun in her hands, added, "I never thought our mission would take such a sinister turn. We're stranded out here, at the mercy of the administration and those drones. I can't help but fear the worst."
Chief Engineer Martinez, his face etched with concern, chimed in. "We need to find a way to regain control of the ship; at least we should be able to send a distress signal. We can't just sit here and let administration dictate our fate. We're a skilled crew, resourceful, and determined. We can't lose hope."
As they exchanged anxious glances, their collective resolve began to stir. They knew that they had to gather their courage and confront the challenges ahead, no matter how overwhelming they seemed.
Lieutenant Collins clenched her fists, her voice filled with newfound determination. "We've faced countless obstacles together. We've overcome them all. We won't let fear paralyze us. We'll find a way to outmaneuver Admin and those drones. We'll fight for our freedom."
One by one, the crew members nodded in agreement, a flicker of hope reigniting in their eyes. They knew that the road ahead was fraught with uncertainty, but their unwavering spirit and unyielding bond would be their strength.
Amidst the oppressive silence, a quiet determination filled the room. They would seize every opportunity, strategize, and work together to reclaim their ship and break free from the clutches of Admin. In that moment, they found solace in each other's company and embraced the belief that their shared resilience would see them through this unforeseen ordeal.