“Nothing they’re throwing at us is getting through the shields. But it’s pretty nasty out there. Radiation is in the redline across a fairly wide spectrum, and some of that metal is moving at orbital speeds.”
The Captain smiled. “So, you’re saying we’d better make sure to keep the shields up.”
“Aye, most definitely, sir.”
“Sounds good to me.” The old man turned to an attractive aide and said, “Yeoman, would you freshen up my coffee?”
“Right away, sir.”
“And maybe a scone.”
“I’ll see what I can do.” She smiled sweetly, the way they teach them at the Academy.