(Authors Note: Changed the format here, thanks for any suggestions)
Anders strode up the halls to the bridge, slightly irritated at the sluggishness of the doors. Finally reaching one marked "Bridge". Curse that power draining Serena, at least Cutter is reasonable. The door cracks open and stops. Ugh, could these doors be any slower? Oh that's it!
Cutter was standing alone in thought, How could they go unnoticed for twenty-three years? 2557, is the war over?, Who won? Was the "Forward unto Dawn the last surviving human vessel? Well there's nothing more that can be done now, only give more power to thrusters-
"Oh That's it!" CLANG! Professor? "Yes Captain, just some, percussive maintenance! You wanted to see me? Yes, tell me, is there any more power you and the crew can afford to divert to the thrusters? I would ask Serena but she believes we are low enough as it is... professor, is something wrong?
No Captain, of course not, (reddening) I agree with, Serena, on this one, the crew's already made it clear they are frustrated with the doors and automatic laundry, of a number of things.
Very well. Are you making progress on repairs? Yes and no, many of the Scorpion tanks are to damaged to repair but we've had some success converting them to Grizzlies. Thank you Professor, that will be all. One more thing, when we left we had a Slip-space capable Longsword, it's gone. -And so are the Spartans, they insisted that they report to reach as soon as possible, they couldn't afford a long trip home. It has been a long time. Do you think the distress beacon could be coming from one of ours? Its a possibility, you're dismissed Professor.
(Anders begins walking out) Oh and would you close the door on your way out. But it's broken! Yes, Captain.
(AN: Thank you to MoreThanMeetsTheEye231 for "Percussive Maintenance", she writes excellent Transformer fics if you're interested)