Precision and Planing

[Pneuma 0]

Pneuma quickly did a check to make certain every coordinate that was sent to the Oddessy was exact. The thought of what would happen if the Reaent would arrive in the middle of a Fleet of enemy warships with out it sent shivers down his spine. Sure the Reaent was more than a match for a few of thier ships but an entire fleet? The idea was preposterous. Even with all fighters deployed and a Kitchen sink on board to throw at them he was just not certain the Reaent could take out that many ships fast enough. Yet again as if going over it with a fine tooth comb He checked the coordinates. It was right on. The Ensign sighed a sigh of relief even though this was only the start of what was to come. Some how he knew that the next couple of hours would be the most difficult yet. He quietly wished he could go and take a nap in his quarters. The events of the day had left him as tired as anything. With everything that happened he just hoped it would all soon end. After this shift he had every intention of heading to the Lounge and relaxing a bit. But that time felt a long way off.