I’m not even sure if this is how you’re supposed to do them, but I gave it my best shot.
Year 2189, space expansion
Halcyon: A one mile long military starship built for war.
Urk: Admiral of Halcyon.
Halcyon’s high ranking officers:
Aliens: Human’s enemy which fights for territory.
Amryester Territory: Hotspot for combat zones between alien race and human race, Amryester is where human territory and alien territory meet, and they fight for territories.
Sav: High General of American Interstellar Military.
NightHawk: Command Center tactician.
Sav: Nice meeting you, Admiral Urk.
Urk: Same goes for you, Mr. Sav. So, I heard you would like to discuss to me a job opening?
Sav: Yes, it pays well.
Urk: What would be the job?
Sav: Well, we recently finished the construction of a massive starship, called the Halcyon.
Urk: It’s a warship, correct?
Sav: Yes, and we need an experienced and decorated Admiral, like you.
Urk: Tell me, what is it armed with and what are the safety measures?
Sav: Halcyon is equipped with 4 port tungsten drop anti gravitational force impact missiles, which create a blast radius of 5.5 kilometers, it carries 40 missiles equipped with megaton nuclear warheads, state of the art magnetic rail guns, magnetic shields for warp travel, and a warp drive that will make Halcyon the fastest starship ever. Not even the alien ships can approach half the speed Halcyon is capable of.
Urk: And how much will I be paid?
Sav: 56 million USD, annually. Of course, you’ll have to sign a contract stating you’ll be with the fleet for 10-12 years.
[Coolex walks in room]
Sav: Urk, meet Coolex. He’s going to be your system manager, if you take the job.
Urk: Hello, Coolex. I’ve heard about you, nice to finally meet you.
Coolex: Same goes for you, too. So, are you deciding wether or not to take the job?
Urk: Will we be expected to be in combat? With these aliens, I mean.
Sav: There will always be risks. The aliens will probably stand no chance against Halcyon and her supporting fleet. You should have nothing to worry about. I can guarantee you that you will not encounter any problems.
Urk: I’ll take your word, and I will accept this offer.
Sav: Good! Your paycheck will be wire transferred to your account.
Coolex: Nice to have you on board, sir. We’ll be traveling into the Amryester territory, basic border patrol.
[Halcyon is now traveling solo, passing by Sirius star]
Nero: Admiral Urk, our radar feed is detecting 3 fast moving objects approaching us at 1/6 light speed. Each object are almost as big as Halcyon herself, sir.
Urk: Satomi, are they friendlies?
Satomi: No sir, they do not have a friendly signature. Shall we attempt communication with them, sir?
Nero: Woah! They’re slowing down, and they are having significant gravitational pull on us. They’re pulling us out of warp, sir.
Urk: Arm the ship, prepare to fight.
Jade: Yessir. Rail gun is armed, firing warning shot in 3. 2. 1. Fire now.
Cynthia: Shot missed. Reload and fire again.
Jade: Firing in 3. 2. 1.
Nero: Enemy target has locked onto us, they’ve just fired 6 unidentified missiles.
Coolex: Evasive maneuvers!
Cynthia: Fuck, they’ve hit us! Shield down to 13%.
Urk: We can’t take another hit, engage warp engine!
Sam: They’re surrounding us! They’ve fired some sort of plasma at us! We’re hit, all shields down!
Urk: Satomi, where is the nearest ally fleet?
Satomi: The nearest friendly fleet is 2 cycles from us, but they aren’t allowed to leave their perimeter without the authorization of Command Center!
[Urk tries to connect with Command Center]
Urk: Command Center, Halcyon requires immediate support, 3 enemy ships have engaged us, and we are trying to warp out. We need immediate support.
NightHawk: This is command center, we read you, but we only see your ship on the radar, and nothing else.
Urk: You’re lying.
NightHawk: I’m sorry, Admiral Urk. I have orders not to oblige to your requests. This is an issue I would rather not discuss.
Urk: On who’s orders? You’re putting a trillion dollar ship and all 2500 of its occupants at risk, stop wasting my time and send immediate support from the nearest fleet!
NightHawk: I’m sorry, General Sav has forbidden me to speak anymore.
Urk: No, don-they’re gone. Get everyone into the pods, set course for the nearest habitable planet. We’re getting off this doomed starship. If we survive, I will kill Sav for abandoning us.