“Aren’t you gunna do something about that,” the weapons controller asked me.
I looked up from the navigation console, and the course I was attempting to plot, and it took a second before I noticed the siren, pulsing its annoying alert tones loud enough for the entire ship to hear.
“Oh yeah. I guess I should.” Deleting previous navigational commands, I informed the ship that we needed to take immediate evasive manuvers to avoid the wormhole that had suddenly appeared within our solar system. “Sorry, been on these ships a long time. I can’t actually hear the alarms any more.”