"Mind where you're going," yelled the supervisor. And he's normally one of the kinder people at Central Command. But not today. Everyone's stressed and tired today. And that's never a great combination.
Trision didn't apologise. This, also, was out of character for him. But there was no time to waste. He had the solution, but time was running out.
"Here it is." Trision handed over the pad with the code. "I figured out we need to randomise the output power, but also ensure the mean power doesn't exceed our max op temp."
"I don't need a full presentation. Does it work?" Kwamian snapped. She was in charge in the engine room. The thing is, she always wanted to know even the smallest details of every operational change anyone suggested. After all, the primary engine was her baby. But she wasn't used to working under this sort of pressure.
Trision was confident this varying power output will disrupt the systems on board the enemy starjets, which now were on the verge of breaching the starbase’s outer shields.