“Are you locked into your course of action or do you have any room to maneuver?” Shartsom undulated its appendages to illustrate its words.
Captain Jeremiah Johnson paused mid-stride on the deck of the USS Healms. He gazed at the Merrunian through slitted eyes.
“I have wiggle room,” he replied. “What do you recommend?”
“I recommend we do another scan, find their weakness, and blow them out of the sky.”
Prompt word: locked