"Right on, Hakon." Dauphin said. He spun, surveying the bridge in full, and letting his neurons do their thing. He lifted his vox to his face, and began dispensing orders, switching channels rapidly.
Click. Into the domain of the gunnery crew his voice flowed like a waterfall tinged with honey perfume. It was not a natural sound to fill those areas, but this merely reinforced its importance.
"You are to destroy our foe as the LC has asked. I do not think I need to make his position on the matter more clear than it is, but let me remind you that as we take damage, the chances of food and water and other sundy but vital supplies being damaged by spoilage, or the mere vacuum of space taking them, increases. Each blow we take puts pressure on us now, and in the future. They are one. So, I should not have to explain what that means. And that, when we come out of this, the divvying up of those things required for life will tend towards those who have proven themselves. Even if we retrieve untold treasure, and manage to shepherd it back to safe harbor..., well, dead men need no shares of profit, do they? So, loose the deadly weaponry upon our foe, clean and true, and make it perfect."
[Dauphin's personal action: Put Yer Backs Into It, aiding the Ballistic Test. If he hits the three degrees of success, put it into ballistics again.]
Click. "And you, Vipsanius, are directed by the LC to handle the thruster repairs as quickly as mechanically possible. Of course, you knew that. I'll send staff to support you in this." He clicked away before any response could be given. Time was important, here. He glanced at his silver chrono. Moments were ticking away, and each one was infinitely precious.
[Crew action 1: Emergency Repairs]
Click click click. He paused, thinking. He needed more data. The gunners needed more data.
Click. "Bring our array to bear upon the enemy vessel, let no detail of their pattern escape our seething glare. The LC commands it. Relay this data to the gunners, so that they may bring our enemy low. This information is vital, extrapolate all that you can."
Click. "Gunnery crew, this is Your Dauphin, again. Good news! The augur teams have a fire within them, a burning hunger, and they do not wish to be left unfulfilled after this battle. They wish to sink their teeth into both the throat of our enemy and a delicious meal afterwards. But fear not, for this is no zero-sum game! I would not pit my beloved crewmembers against each other- to do so is to sew inefficiency. No, you see, you are working together, as are we all. They are the eyes. You are the hands. Without them, our weapons are blind and cold. Together, well,... you can visualize the perfect blast of searing energy, ripping through all matter in its path. You must dream of it. Your work, made golden by skill and desire. Now, through the combination of sight and touch, we can experience that dream in the real. Make it happen. Bring some small mote of perfection to this cold void of space."
Click. The waterfall of precisely modulated notes, words, and symbols halted. Dauphin was on the bridge, and had little more to do than to await the outcome of his attempts. He gazed into the holotank, thought better of himself, and then turned to the viewscreen, to watch the battle play out.
[Crew action 2 and 3: Lock On]