Humans Strike Back

The tapping of boots echoed down the corridor. A man in an unflawed white uniform matched toward an open with a grumpy frown on his face.

"Where are we at with those rail guns?" Lieutenant Farsi yelled down the empty corridor, walking toward the open door.

Ensign Parker banged his head on the shelf in front of him. "Almost ready, sir. About ten minutes."

Lt. Farsi stopped. "Make it five. I want those guns ready once we are out of hyperspace. Can't have those Russians beat us to the punch again."