“Mister Skinner, Send the first signal.  Ten minutes to launch.”
“Aye, Captain.”  Isaac pulled a lever on his board.  There was a series of thunks, and throughout the ship, he knew the message, and the countdown had begun.  In every distant corner of the ship, last-minute checks and preparations were performed.  On the ground below, the crew gulped their tea and hustled back to their positions.
He felt an almost tangible tension, as though he were the conductor of a great orchestra.  Really, he was just the baton.  He turned back to the captain.
“First signal is lit, Captain!”