The partying kept going on for several hours into the night as the pilots of R.I.S.K alliance celebrated their capture of the enemy dreadnaught.
Meanwhile a transponder suddenly came to life and started transfering calibration data long with the other telemetric data which is usually sent at this time of night. Along with this bitstream the status of the station resources was also being transmitted which triggered a dimly lit warning lamp which started blinking monotonely.
The maintainence personel had failed to repair the loud alarms which usually went off when something terribly wrong is going on. This time it just didnt, little did the commander know that the connections between such a simple thing as a transponder indicator and a siren had been cut during the last enemy encounter.
On the display the numbers kept repeating.
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STATUS: Low fuel resources +++
WARNING! +++
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Station ID(s): 21BYZ , 14KDC , 12IGL, 53MKE, 11MDS +++
... +++
Awaiting user input to abort active alarm | *blink*
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The night went on and the dimly lit lamp started flashing irritatingly red. Of course nobody was on the command-bridge to see this lamp, no less hear the broken alarm which would've sounded allover the ship.
The commander and his officers went to take a few hours sleep and when the repaircycles had fully finished an awful sounding alarm went off at over 100dB.
Of course it was all to late at the moment and now the command had to start working on salvaging the operation and rescue the stations which had run out of fuel.
3 of them were resecured before enemies found out, but 2 were lost and enemy deployed their own.
Emergency directives have been assigned and the alliance is now following strict routines.
End transmission.