"Captain. Captain, are you all right? Captain!"
Gideon jerked awake and looked around to find himself at the center of a group of masked, uniformed beings that had the general shape of men and women, if it wasn't for the fact that none of them were showing any skin; their faces were masked, hands were covered by gloves, and he couldn't see any eyes behind the lenses on the balaclava-like masks.
Very slowly, Gideon rose back to his feet, glaring with narrowed eyes at the new occupants of the ship's bridge as the one who had spoken before approached him, "It's an honor to meet you Cap-" Gideon's hand lashed out and yanked the balaclava off the man's(?) head.
And he stared in open horror at the void of nothingness that was revealed, the officer coughing politely and holding out his hand, "Captain? Could I have my face back please?" Gideon wordlessly handed over the balaclava, expression still locked in naked horror from what he had seen in that void, "Thank you Captain, now to resume my greeting, it's an honor to meet you, and I am pleased to inform you that the ship is ready for takeoff in order to finalize the necessary tests and repairs."
Gideon made a faint whimper that almost sounded like a question.
"The reactors? Yes, we can make temporary repairs, but we need a proper shipyard in order to have the materials and tools needed to fabricate replacement systems as well as repair the SlipGate Drive after we activate it to escape this place."
Another questioning whimper.
"This place, it's quite literally the end of all existence, Captain. Essentially, apart from this planet, this universe is eternal emptiness, nothing exists here except for us and this world."
A whimper of understanding.
"I'm glad you understand how dire this situation is, Captain. Oh, my apologies. I am your second in command, the XO of this ship, which you have the honor of naming. All troops and pilots are ready for operations, the fabricators are online with full stores, and we are fully stocked with supplies for additional passengers and crew."
Gideon didn't whimper this time, managing to close his mouth from his open gaping of horror. After a few minutes of silence, he slowly turned around, and walked out of the bridge.
The XO turned to the rest of the bridge officers, "All right I want this done by the numbers! This ship is going to be leaving this place on the first try, not get stuck here for all eternity, am I clear?"
"Aye Aye!"
***
Entering the Captain's Cabin, Gideon quietly sat down on the bed, and after several minutes he sighed deeply before banging his head softly against the wall at the foot of the bed.
"Fuck." *thunk*
"Fuck." *thunk*
"Fuck." *thunk*
When he was done (and a quick check confirmed he had been at it for about an hour), Gideon realized that the ship was...different, as if it had shifted slightly in pitch. Standing up and walking over to a window, Gideon peered out into the airless, ashen wasteland below and blinked as he saw what looked like attitude-adjustment thrusts taking place, as teams of suited workers detached lines and moved massive containers into the ship.
"Wait, this ship actually takes supplies on board?" Gideon muttered as he watched the show, "What the hell...this ship takes supplies but I can't access them or the ammunition bunkers? What kind of bullshit is going on with this tub?"
He continued watching the work going on, taking note of the equipment being deployed on patrol around the ship, "Huh, that kinda looks like that Orbital Frame system that was used in that Halo movie collection, whatever it was named, Halo Myths? Whatever." Unlike what little he did remember, hazily at that, Gideon was certain that Spartans were required to pilot those vehicles, not what looked like ODSTs in some kind of space-combat armor, but what the hell did he know about the UNSC?
"Probably more than whatever these ghost-people...things know, that's for sure." Gideon muttered to himself while watching the patrols taking place, before heading back to the bed to lie down and think.
"All right, so the ship isn't empty. That's good, because I have no idea how to operate this ship." He held up a finger, "My crew is made up of creepy ghost-people with voids for bodies, which isn't good, because that's just fucking horrifying no matter how friendly they seem to be." He held up another finger, "This ship is apparently capable of leaving this void, which is good because fuck this place." Gideon frowned, "On the other hand, it's pretty damn clear I'm gonna wander different universes until I either die, or find home, and that second one isn't looking very likely."
He lay back on the bed, and after another glance at the windows, Gideon decided to get some sleep.
Several hours later, at least according to the clock next to the bed, Gideon could tell that something was different about the ship as he approached the window, gazing past the virtual aperture to see that the ship was higher, large craft including what he recognized to be Pelicans sweeping past in patrol or inspection patterns around the ship.
*beep...beep*
Gideon started, turning towards the noise with a hiss, "Fucking hell." The source of the noise was an intercom system, mounted on the wall, with a button blinking cherry-red as Gideon stalked over and stabbed it with a finger, "This better be good." For now, there was no point trying to make sense of insanity, Gideon just had to go with the flow as best he could.
"Captain, we would like you to speak to the crew before departure and also name the ship, so that we all know what the call our home." The pleasantly up-beat voice of the XO came over the intercom and Gideon rolled his eyes before pressing the reply button.
"Fine, lemme grab a shower and get cleaned up. There a proper uniform in here?"
"And a full wardrobe for casual, formal and business attire as required." The XO replied merrily as Gideon released the button and decided to get this show on the road. Besides, he needed a shower after who-knows-how-long he had been walking around in the same clothes.
***
A freshly-showered, shaved and combed Gideon stepped into the bridge to a simultaneous salute from the officers on the bridge, though it was difficult for Gideon to really tell what person covered which area of responsibility although the XO was easily picked out from the crowd as they approached, "Welcome back to the Bridge, Captain. We have a few important items to cover and some of it will require your direct input."
"Yeah?" Gideon leaned against the holo-table, "Well...Let's get this started then."
"Excellent." The holo-table lit up with a schematic of the ship, "The ship's reactors are back to functional status, but the entire ship is going to need a full refit and overhaul at a proper drydock otherwise it will start to lose containment or possibly go critical with extended use at full power."
"What's our current usage right now?" Gideon asked, looking at the fluctuating figures.
"About 22%, covering life support and critical systems. Deck guns and primary MAC array are offline and missile launcher projected combat performance has been degraded by 48% as well." An officer in a yellow uniform replied, "Engineering is working to try and squeeze out an extra 9% of safe performance from the reactors but that would only really improve the reloading and firing speed of the launch cells, or power maybe eight deck guns if we redirected all available non-critical power to them."
"So basically, we're a cripple." Gideon groused as the XO nodded, "Wonderful. Of course, this is all academic if we can't leave this place. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the aesthetics of ashen wastelands in eternal darkness as much as the next person, very cosmic horror, but I'd rather get some color back in my life."
The XO nodded, "The Slipgate Drive is operational, but in order to make full use of it while our reactors are in their current state, we'll need to shunt all power to the Slipgate Drive to ensure a smooth transition without annihilating us."
Gideon opened his mouth-
"Imagine having every atom in your body split, and then imagine said splitting atoms each being placed in their own individual hell where they get to experience it over and over and over." The XO replied.
Gideon shut his mouth with a click.
"I'm glad you understand the seriousness, Captain." The XO nodded, "Now, have you considered a name?"
"Since this is an edgy ship clearly designed by a retard who thought they were being edgy, I hereby name this flying kludgestorm the 'Graveyard Host'." Gideon replied immediately and the XO nodded.
"The name plaque will be installed tomorrow. Now," The XO turned to the others on the bridge, "Here are your bridge officers. Step forward and introduce yourselves."
One in a blue uniform with a female body-shape stepped forward, "Welcome aboard Captain, I am Tactical. I'll be responsible for analyzing enemy movements and relaying orders to the troops."
Another female stepped forward, "I am Intelligence. Apart from tactical and strategic analysis, I will also be highlighting objectives and potential targets to be engaged by our forces."
Two males stepped forward this time, "I am Engineering and this is Research. We'll be responsible for overseeing the manufacturing of supplies and studying anything recovered that may be used for our own purposes."
Gideon nodded, "Good to meet you all." He looked towards the XO, "So what happens now?"
"We need to engage the Slipgate Drive," The XO explained, the hologram shifting to highlight a complicated, perhaps eldritch array of machinery where the Slipspace Drive likely would have been in a proper UNSC vessel, "We can't stay here Captain, the longer this ship remains in orbit around the planet, the longer we risk dissolution."
"How long before we can jump?" Gideon asked, leaning against the holotable, studying the schematic and trying to understand what he was seeing, "Hours? Minutes? Days?"
"We can begin the jump in the next hour, but there is the risk of the reactors-" Gideon waved a hand and cut the XO off.
"You want to die here?"
The XO shook his head, "Not particularly, but if the reactors fail-"
"Shut up and spin them up." Gideon snapped, "I'm sick of staring at this wasteland. Either I'm in Hell or I'm going to Hell, and this is all just a sick trick anyway, or this works and we can go find resources to patch up or fabricate replacement reactors. Now fire up that drive."
"Aye Captain!" The XO replied, the bridge crew saluting in unison.