WfR202: Problems (A Bunch)

TLt. Zhou finished a fly-through of the training area and was recovering to the Tower when a wave came through from the quartermaster. With an hour before the exercise was set to begin, Zhou keyed her comm and hoped there wasn't any trouble.

"Hey, so there's a problem. Sir." A mowril's growl came through the speaker as she cut thrust to enter the narrow hangar in the nose of the ship. "A buncha the sim weapons went out uncalibrated."

"What's 'a bunch'?" Zhou asked, settling the bulky modified craft to the deck with a soft thump. The weapons were harmless, they just wouldn't shoot straight without calibration.

"Uh, like three quarters," the voice said slowly. She could almost hear his tail stiffen defensively. "Not my fault."

"I'll be there momentarily. Out." Zhou removed her helmet and climbed through the exit hatch. The hangar was on the same deck as the mowril's post. She crossed half the ship in a straight trot.