That's when it happened as the simulation advanced. There was a huge shake in the ship... The familiar feeling of bombardment. Of course, Felicity was huge. It was probably just this sector shaking, because artillery couldn't effect the entire size of Felicity....
Unless the enemy ship was as big, or bigger, than Felicity.
Sirens began to blare throughout the messhall as people made their ways to one of the four exits of the room. Here and there, superior officers were yelling, "Get to your stations! This is not a drill!"
The soldiers could be heard talking as they passed occasionally. Mummers were usually along the lines of, "Aren't you glad we're not part of a fighter squad?"