The vastness of space looked beautiful. Scary, perhaps, but never missing that essence of beauty. And as the bridge of the ship slid down, space was the only thing he saw. This scary, beautiful ball of darkness.
The members of the Heimdallr fleet knew what this meant. They knew what would happen when the bridge sinks down, when the alarm lights turn red. They knew too damned well.
It was time for a sortie.