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Oh my god it's...
« on: 03 October 2020, 04:09:55 »
Drinking, Gambling, frequenting prostitutes.  The big three of soldier's vices, the true traditionals.

of course, the intoxicants change over time.  instead of drinking, it's been drugs or drugs have supplemented it.  The Clans of course traded up to a level of gambling that kinda blows everything else out of the water, turned it into a damn virtue.

makes running games in Clanspace kind of tricky, but they love them some contraband drugs.

I sell the good stuff.  Look, when you calc out the costs per gram on an interstellar run, the bribes, the...other methods to get goods across a border, you can't afford to deal in phennig-ante shit.  You can find most of the staples anywhere, hookers even exist in Clanspace itself.

no, to make money on this gig, you need the stuff nobody else can offer, the stuff your average grad-students can't cook or grow in their basement labs.

we're talking the truly hard-core stuff, the kind of material that can't be cut with baking powder, the kind of wild-ass shit that doesn't grow in unattended parking lots in the suburbs.

The really hard-core shit, knowhatI'msayin?

and it takes an educated market.

I'm not saying your daddy's a bad man, but I am, sweetie.  We are sneaking a cargo of death here, make no mistake-the kind that if a Ghost Bear patrol finds it on a routine stop, will put us both out the airlock without a suit, and if a Davion or Kurita ship makes the stop, well...first to the interrogation rooms, then to a grinning man with pliers and electrodes, and then out the airlock without a suit.

for completely different reasons to boot, punkin.

The Davions or the Snakes will want to find out our source first, because it's a violation of national security.

The Ghost Bears, Wolves, Horses, or Falcons will do it on the general principle that we're selling something they made illegal, and we're selling it to people who've elevated gambling on sports book to a damned ritual.

LD-550s, Krusher, wake-the-deads.  Performance enhancers, steroids for brain and body.  Sixty different flavors of superman in a bottle.

Here's how the trade works...

we deliver to an asteroid, and pick up our pay, then we jump out.  sounds simple enough, right?  the pay, is cashy-money, there's a lot of it laying around in Clan space, billions of every house currency, collected from banks, businesses, and so on.  sometimes the order's going to include other things.  Sometimes it's tech specifications which we'll give to the bosses for a cut.  In turn, the bosses will sell it through back-channels to corporations working on everything from weapons to toasters.

Mercs have it wrong.  Piracy isn't dangerous.  What we're doing?  well...that is dangerous as you can get, sweety.  We move the goods, we see that cash, and if we go and get caught?

well...

getting caught is what happened to your mommy, and why you have to live with Daddy now.

Larah got caught.  She got caught, and she got to try to breathe hard vacuum, but at least she didn't stop off in a state-sponsored torture chamber first.  If you go and get caught, pray it's the Clanners and not the Inner Sphere who catches you-they're at least merciful about it, but the end line is the same.

That said, this job gives me the creeps...


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Re: Oh my god it's...
« Reply #1 on: 03 October 2020, 06:06:14 »
Sindra Hayha cut the thrust and drifted the remaining 5 kilometers to the pickup point.  in holovids, a smuggler team would be in constant radio chatter.  This, is incorrect.

Silence, in space, is golden, and necessary.

the asteroid loomed below her boots, as she fell toward it's rotating frame of reference.  Come in too fast, the rock's tumble hits you and you die tumbling in the dark, too slow, and it rises up and goes on its way without you.

the relative velocity has to be just right.

the 55 kilometer wide mass of ice, rock, and dust kissed her boots at a temporary one-gee, and she flexed her knees to compensate.

she reached up, aiming at the ship, and flashed a red-spectrum hand lamp once, to let the crew know she made it.

Then, she made her way, climbing-floating to the crater where the customers left the goods.

You can call it 'just business', but everything has to be done with care when you're a citizen of no nation, doing the business no nation would desire to be done.

Due diligence, you might say.  she found the cache point, and unlimbered her own load, before sweeping the package with a portable scanner.

There are no handshakes on these deals.  She didn't see the buyer, and the buyers...should not have seen her.

well, you pays your money, as they say, and some bets come with fixed odds.  Boyd on the ship broke silence, "We're being boarded!!"

she looked up.

the Dropship had slipped in, unseen, because active radar would've been seen, it had managed to match velocities with the Melisune and force a dock while she'd been falling to the planetoid.  Magnification showed a diamond design on the side, featuring a black bird or crow...

Snow Raven?? here??

this far from the Outworlds it seemed impossible, but a Clan Snow Raven dropship was even now managing a forced boading of the Melisune.

the magnification screwed up her situational awareness in the immediate, and so she didn't see the blur resolve, before feeling the clamping force on her arms of a battle-armored marine, making a capture.

helmet contact, and a deep voice, "Do not struggle, it will do you no good."

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Re: Oh my god it's...
« Reply #2 on: 03 October 2020, 06:16:38 »
Well... Someone's Sierra Oscar Lima
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« Reply #3 on: 03 October 2020, 07:48:43 »
They locked her down with a clamping bar.  This is a restraint for people in space-suits, because most EVA suits don't let you bend the right way for handcuffs, and the ones that do, well...

it works on those, too.

at the airlock, they at least waited until the lock was pressurized before removing her helmet, passing her into a smallcraft bay, and anchoring her knees-down to a deck between two aerofighters.  "this is new." she noted as soon as she realized she was alone with five Elemental-breeds in the bay.

"New?"

"You lot usually just space my kind." she said, "We don't usually get the whole 'asking questions' first."

"Federated Suns...Draconis Combine, Republic space, Wolf, Hell's Horses, Rasalhague Dominion, did I miss any?"

"Did a run in Falcon space a few months ago." she said.  "Why am I still alive?"

"Because...the whole objective of taking you alive is so you will be alive."  The darkest skinned Elemental stated, "That should be obvious, Quiaff?"

"Not one of yours, so no, it's not obvious.  I don't know anything you can use, we set up the routes specifically so that none of us know more than we have to to do the job, finish the job, and get paid."

"That...baling wire and spit wreck you call a jumpship would be a disgrace."

"The ****** you say, the Melisune is a classic! small jump signature, just enough cargo space to handle a job!" she turned a little red, "You do not call my father's ship a disgrace!"

the exceedingly tall man broke a smile.  "Pride...there it is.  You know, life would be a lot easier, and you could finally get something besides flex-seal and rigging tape to fix your coolant leaks, if you were not so insistent on being...Jordan, what is the word?"

"Independent, Star Commander."

"Yes, 'Independent'...Legitimate work is out there, you do not have to keep smuggling...what is this anyway?  Steroids? Performance drugs? Poisons?"

"A little of 'I don't ask questions'." she hissed. 

He chuckled, "Spacers...but you know what they are anyway."

"my people don't use merchandise..."

"Of course they do not! if they did, you would all be breathing deep space instead of being offered the once-in-a-lifetime, best-not-refuse-it offer my Clan summoned you here for."

"Wait...you...you're the customer?"

"How do you get an ace smuggler to walk in the door, Miss Sayha? you offer them a job."  He tossed the satchel module to the side, "The goods are of no import, I am here to offer you a charter job, and Clan Snow Raven will pay for repairs to your vessel as part of the payment. no reason to let dodgy incompetents put your lives and crew at mortal risk for under-the-table."

"and if i don't take the job..."

"Well, I can't say the weather outside the hull is particularly comfortable." he told her, "you will be treated as smugglers, and disposed of accordingly."

"What's the job?"

"First, do you accept I am serious about my terms?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Then, Jason, unlock Sindra here, and let her crew know she has agreed to our terms...terms which you might be pleased to note, were required for my mission, since your navigational computer's database is corrupted beyond any sort of recognition-how do you navigate that...the Melisandre so well?"

"Knowledge and memory." Sindra stated.

"Then you may consider we are interested in buying your expertise, and we will discuss destinations once your...ship...has been properly repaired and brought up to some kind of rational spec, in the meantime...enjoy the hospitality and do not enter any restricted areas without escort."
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Re: Oh my god it's...
« Reply #4 on: 03 October 2020, 08:03:55 »
Well now, what could a space-oriented clan use a smuggler for, I wonder.  8)

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« Reply #5 on: 03 October 2020, 08:10:51 »
Some shady spec-ops or intelligence mission?
Other than that I don't figure.

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« Reply #6 on: 03 October 2020, 08:34:59 »
tick-tock-tagged  :D

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« Reply #7 on: 03 October 2020, 08:37:32 »
Some shady spec-ops or intelligence mission?
Other than that I don't figure.
or a top secret diplomatic mission
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« Reply #8 on: 03 October 2020, 08:55:26 »
Some shady spec-ops or intelligence mission?
Other than that I don't figure.
I think I'll let Zoidberg answer here:
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« Reply #9 on: 03 October 2020, 09:02:37 »
Someone always wants to be somewhere they shouldn't be, to do something they shouldn't do, in such a manner that they were never there and it never happened.

Now, if you can facilitate such a non-event...
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« Reply #10 on: 03 October 2020, 12:28:15 »
Interesting.......veeerrryyyyy inteeeeeerrestiiiiinnnng!!

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« Reply #11 on: 03 October 2020, 12:47:32 »
hmmm!
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« Reply #12 on: 03 October 2020, 13:15:03 »
Oh, fun!

Do I smell the Rockjack Ravens looking out to add some much-needed spacer expertise to their ranks?

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« Reply #13 on: 03 October 2020, 14:18:04 »
the hardest part of the business, isn't just that getting caught is a great way to die...it's that sometimes it's a great way to be drafted.

Three and a half centuries of wars, rebuilding efforts and more wars makes being an owner/operator of a jumpship into kind of a crapshoot unless you like being dragooned into someone else's navy, to haul a dropship full of whoever from one planet to a target where they might shoot you anyway.

Sinda knew a few shipmasters who've wound up on the wrong side of an airlock because the charter they took, turned out to need the ship more than them, or turned out to be less respectable than they first appeared.

Word, you see, does get around in the rare ports genuinely friendly to independent contractors.

the Snow Raven dropship apparently had a big friend in the system, or close by, because what jumped into range was the size of a space station, and had a mouth that swallowed up her little jumpship like a whale swallowing a goldfish.

Clearly, the Snow Ravens were not hurting for hulls.

which kinda made her wonder what the job was going to be...and why they would go through the business of setting up a contraband trade just to get a Spacer crew.  The owning of a Yardship-and enough yardships to bring it here to fix Melisune's leaking core coolant systems, aging engine, and frequently patched hull?  That said what they were after wasn't the ship-it's the crew.

But, Star Commander Bernhard Foster wasn't telling her anything, and the man was all mild and smiles, which is chilling with that much mass differential combined with the fundamental power imbalance implied between them.
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« Reply #14 on: 03 October 2020, 16:17:21 »
Melisune was about as non-standard as you can get.  Jumpships without collars are rare-incredibly rare, in fact.

Star Commodore Gordon Lankeneau  crossed his arms, looking at the antique in his repair bay.  The ship wasn't actually a half-bad piece of work, considering it was a mix of components that had been put together out of pieces of other ships.

"have you finished the survey on that junker yet?"  He asked.

Senior Chief AsTech Brandon nodded.  "We did." he said, "You will love this-some previous owner with access to tools took an early, pre-collar jumpship and replaced the primitive core, added structure to hold it together without collapsing, and then replaced the original maneuver drives with four units from a Mammoth and one from a Behemoth, then down-rated the whole assembly to keep it from cooking off.  What we have here, is almost a corvette."

"What would it need to be more than almost?"

"Weapons.  and I am not talking about the turrets some owner salvaged off of a late model Aquila or the twin lasers from an invader they tacked on but never quite finished working out the bugs for.  This is a real, honest-to-the-founder Spacer's build..."

"Which means?"

"Which means the boys and girls in the fab shop are going to be busy.  Half the damn ship is worn out, out of tolerances, or finagled into serving purposes other than the original engineer's intent.  I can tell you this much-they do not stop at regular ports, and they do not do dropship support operations-I doubt that mess in my bay has been within two AU of an inhabited planet since it was...ah...'launched' might be too kind a term.  the Dropshuttles it has are in nice shape, one Mark VII and a K-1, both in passable condition for a civilian rig that does not normally get a health and welfare check."

"Overall rating?" Lankeneau asked.

"F.  That ship is completely unsafe in the condition she is in...but within our timeframe I believe my boys and girls can get it up to a C minus.  Let me use goodies and I can get it up to an A Plus, plus get the connections and wiring finished so the docking collar is an actual docking collar instead of just a heavy-duty airlock."

"Do it. we have time, and it will give Foster a chance to work their captain a bit, warm her up to the idea...say, what kind of weapons do you suppose would fit?"

the AsTech frowned, "OvKhan, you are considering arming them, quineg?"

"Aff...what kind of weapons?"

"We have specs and fab patterns for sub-capitals on file and a few hobby pieces, the structure is a little light for full capital installations unless you want missiles in single launchers."

"Hm.  work up a layout.  Where we are sending them, they might need it, and mission comes first."

"First, last, and always.  Understood."
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« Reply #15 on: 03 October 2020, 16:26:00 »
Ho boy, this is going to escalate so very quickly for Sindra. :D

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« Reply #16 on: 03 October 2020, 16:31:03 »
"First, last, and always.  Understood."

Okay, I've now got a Sisters of Mercy soundtrack in my head for this one  :)
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« Reply #17 on: 03 October 2020, 17:19:03 »
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...full of stars?
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« Reply #18 on: 03 October 2020, 17:44:44 »
The yardship has a gym in the gravity deck.

Sindra got to discover this, when Star Commander Foster showed up in the temporary quarters with two towels and a pair of gym shoes.

"That's one gee." she objected, "I can't hac that."

He'd suspected when she requested quartering off the gravity wheel.  "When was the last time you had a physical, Sindra?" he asked.

Sindra sighed, "I get signed off every year-"

"That is not what I asked."

She frowned.  "I don't land." she said, "I don't need-"

So, she got to visit the medical wing.

The 'Doc', a big-headed Aeropilot phenotype took blood, ran ultrasound and x-rays, and stuck her in an MRI before announcing her findings.

"You know, this is the thirty-first century!  Gravity sickness is supposed to be extinct!  we have treatments! even the outworlders have treatments!"

"brittle bones runs in the family." I tell him, "We're not innyahwallah, at least since twenty generations back."

"that is no excuse, young lady...You're treatable still, based on your sampling you are still in your growth years."

Now Foster looks concerned, "How old is she, doc?"

"between twelve and fifteen."

****** you.  "We grow slower." I interject, "I'm..."  we do grow slower.  I'm at least eighteen Earthyears old-dad said so when he was alive.

"You have a bunch of falsified records and no fixed identity outside your crew and ship."  the doc has my number there.  "You Folk are always a presentation of challenges...prescription is Bonedox-225 with a dose of stem cell supplement...and at least thirty five days of life under gravity until the bonemass misdevelopment is corrected...and Star Commander, can you arrange for the rest her little crew to be brought in for examinations?"

"hey, some of my crew have Dirtyfeet ancestors! they don't need-"

"I can." Foster stated.  "relax, it will take at least that long for the yard to finish with your ship, Sindra...today we'll do cardio, tomorrow core." He smiled at me.  bastard is lucky he's handsome, even if he IS built more like a power-loader than a person.

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« Reply #19 on: 03 October 2020, 18:12:14 »
i love how readily battletech players have adopted The Expanse's Beltalowda as a model for the spacers of the Battletech setting.

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« Reply #20 on: 03 October 2020, 18:40:54 »
for Sindra, being banished to the gravity deck with it's one gee of earthlike spin gravity was somewhere between being under constant emergency thrust at all times, and being terrified of a stumble that would be both humiliating, and painful.  The idea that humanity had lived millions of years under the constant burden was a little off-putting, but not as bad, as the shortness of breath, or the way no position really was comfortable.

"Our ancestors lived like this?" she scoffed.

Foster laughed, "most of humanity lives like this, and thrives."

"can't see why or how, not when they can leave it!"

this makes him crack up again. 

the strength testing showed Sindra's grip, radial and flex strength was well within the norms for an athletic human female who engages in rigorous exercise.  the problems with bone density were offset slightly, but her muscle development was as predicted-strong for someone who spends the majority of their life in less than half a gravity, that engages in vigorous exercise and works out.

just...some muscle groups were unaccustomed to being strained under a single, steady, gravity's weight.

"You mentioned you do not land...when was the last time you saw a planet, Sindra?" Foster asked, as he caught the spotter-bar one-handed.

"um...I have a telescope, I see lots of planets."

"I meant, from the ground."

"Finagle's balls no!!" she almost squeaked, eyes wide.  "Planets are deathtraps.  full of all kinds of...parasites and microorganisms, everything is choked with dirt and..dust..and ew...wildlife that is also trying to kill you! and if there's a collider coming you can't get away, and then there's..no thank you." She shuddered in revulsion.  "Death and disease wrapped in chaos and crushing pressure!  I do not feel a burning need to walk the beach.  I mean, come on! Living your whole life with only ONE set of stars to see? and you can't even go??"

"Scared, quiaff?" he inquired teasingly.

"Fleeping right! if people want to be trapped on the shore, fine, but not me!" she insisted firmly. "Unscrubbed air? ew.  I can purge pollutants, control atmo pressure, and fix leaks.  Planets leak all the time and there's no roof! people might have evolved under...sky...but you know what? we got the chance to leave.  I honestly don't get anyone who would maroon themselves."

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« Reply #21 on: 03 October 2020, 20:00:26 »
never been exposed to an outside environment? sounds like she might need an immune system booster or twelve as well..

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« Reply #22 on: 03 October 2020, 20:36:23 »
i love how readily battletech players have adopted The Expanse's Beltalowda as a model for the spacers of the Battletech setting.
It does help that the plagiaristic effort is accurate AF. Plus, when is the last time we had belters as protagonists in entertainment? The movie Outland, back in the 80's

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« Reply #23 on: 03 October 2020, 22:28:18 »
Briefings happened next.  Star League charts that haven't been available since before the First Succession War are laid out.

"...not sure why, but they created a sort of 'super barrier' around the Republic, everyone's efforts to get in have failed."

"You need a probe."  Sindra stated.  "You want to know what stone's hidden behind the curtain."

"It's more complex than that.  We were in negotiations with the Metis Coalition Congress.  The Republic has not been treating the Belters...well."

"How long ago?" she asked.

"Six months.  the walls went up sometime six months ago...we need a route past the walls, and frankly, conventional approaches haven't helped."  Lankeneau explained.

"So, unconventional approaches...this chart, it's Star League standard?"

"yes."

"You want a smuggler's route, one of the jump routes that nobody knows because they never went reported...and you need a navigator and crew who can actually manage the flight, because you guys  don't do those."

"Correct.  Will you make the attempt?"

she frowned, "I need to know everything you know about this...'hyperspatial distortion', Star Commodore...and I'll need a workspace to start working on a plan...and these charts?"

"Yes?"

"If this 'fortress' phenomena is man-made and not some natural effect we've never observed before, then can I be sure that they relied on this information?"

"It is likely."

"Then there might be a chance, but you're familiar with the legend of Abaddon, right?  Perdition's Flames?"

"Uhm..."

"because we're not going to do that." she stated firmly, "First, I assume your prior attempts mapped out a rough perimeter, ayeh?  did you try Nikki Minh's black run? from the war?"

This got blank looks, which made Sindra roll her eyes in disgust, "Dirtyfeet...you can take the dirtyfoot out of the well and you still can't make them think it through!...well, get my ship to ship-shape, find a group willing to risk annihilation and a Philadelphia disaster, then.  It takes too long to tell the story and we've got math and observations to do!"
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« Reply #24 on: 04 October 2020, 00:17:56 »
From that meeting on, it was preparing for a job, like every other job in her life, only she put some energy into physical prep, because the jumps to get there were going to be hell.

Going off-axis, pushing out past the elliptical plane of the galaxy, is always a rough jump even for 'insensitives'.  For someone who hears the choir, those runs are extra rough, and Sindra has heard the Choir most of her life.

"...this list is anti-nausea drugs and...basic painkillers?"

"yeah, our navigator's going to need them." Sindra stated.

"You are the navigator..?"

"Yeah.  just stock the feeping drugs, okay? and a couple of shock packs." she turned from the supply requisition officer, and faced the yard chief.  "How far are you on fixing my gorram ship, chief? because we're going to need to find space for drop tankage...and you better not be installing a new set of core safeties, because the first thing we'll be doing is ripping them right the hell out...in fact, don't bother updating the NavCom, I won't be using it and I don't need a system delay."

"What's the plan?" Foster asked.  as the ranking Snow Raven officer and the 'client' his boss negotiated a shared position in planning, and a role on the Melisune.

"Dark matter." she said, "if Fortress is what I think it might be, there's going to be gaps-they can't anchor the cores to nothing, and there's going to be a range on them, that means our approach vector into hyperspace has to be exact, narrow, with a narrow window.  It'll be like Minh's six-second transit, only multiple times, we'll know when we make the first black jump."

"Black jump?"

"Jump into space with no star system, like surfacing in the deep, deep dark where the dead men go.  hence the drop-tanks. we're going to need the extra fuel to make the next leg, or the next survey point.  Buck up, big man, think of it as 'adventures in interstellar survey', only about six centuries late.  We're going to walk where nobody's walked, to get to a place nobody in their right mind wants to go."

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« Reply #25 on: 04 October 2020, 00:25:25 »
Nice new story! looking forward to seeing where you take it.

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« Reply #26 on: 04 October 2020, 00:26:35 »

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« Reply #27 on: 04 October 2020, 00:43:57 »
She could mean the TAS Philadelphia, a Charger class (armed Aquilla ).
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« Reply #28 on: 04 October 2020, 01:19:13 »
She could mean the TAS Philadelphia, a Charger class (armed Aquilla ).
probably. that was the one everyone said got eaten by hyperspace beasties. but as a reference it could easily be either. and i have no doubt that TPTB picked that name for the jumpship as a direct reference to the urban myth.
much like how Stackpole had a SLDF Hammerhead fighter crashing in "the Roswell district" of New Avalon, leading to stories of alien bodies being stored in a hanger.

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« Reply #29 on: 04 October 2020, 10:48:08 »
Very nice.  This is shaping into another one of your excellent "let's look at CBT from 15 degrees to one side and see what happens" stories.
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« Reply #30 on: 04 October 2020, 13:09:32 »
Step One was to conduct reconaissance...no, that's not right, step one was testing the repairs, and getting the crew used to the new condition of the Melisune.

For the most part, the core systems only change was going from 'worn out' to 'in good shape'.  The Melisune was built out of adapted salvage from the start, but after the Snow Raven refit, she was practically a new ship and handled like one-the downrating on the sublight engines had been removed, because the structure was strong enough to handle the additional thrust.  The cooling systems weren't overtaxed because they had been updated and upgraded from stem to stern...and all the sensors and electronics actually worked now.

This might seem like a small thing, but it's a huge change for crewers used to constantly looking for leaks and failures to fix with rigging tape, resin paks, and spot-welds.

The trade being that the crew was larger now, and Foster had an actual job...because now, they needed gunner's mates and ordnance technicians.

"For our shakedown, we'll be plotting a low-observable course to our starting point, after which, we tank up and head first positive Z-axis to take readings and make observations along Kaminsky's pathfinding route."

"Who was Kaminsky?" one of the Snow Ravens asked.

"Very glad you asked.  Leo Kaminsky was one of the legends of the old Pathfinders, he ran explorations positve zed axis looking to confirm the IASA sweet-zone hypothesis.  Most of the expansion period ran along a forty light year z-axis along the plane of the ecliptic.  The "inner Sphere' is a misnomer-it's 300 lights across, but it's only about 50 Lights wide along the galactic Z-axis, there's another couple hundred, but low star density and lack of main-sequence bodies means nobody goes there.  if the guess is right, then the Republic's hyperspace 'wall' is just that, it's a wall, not a sphere."

"And if it is wrong?"

"Then we will know it is wrong." she shrugged, "It gives us a look at the target region for measuring gravitational distortion.  If they are using a standing wave KF field, there will be signs we can detect without just blindly rushing in."

"What if it is an englobed phenomena?"

Sindra laughed.  "You know those drop tanks,a nd the tankers we're going to rendezvous with?"

"aff..."

"you also saw the aerofighter grade life support at each station?" she asked.

"Ah, Aff.  I was wondering..."

"jump in as close as possible, and thrust on newton, it might take a few months of acceleration, but...if it's just a barrier in Hyperspace, and it's thin enough, we can get into the Republic's space at sublight speeds.  One of the things we'll be testing is how close we can get before the core says 'nope'...but first, we're going to look for gravitational anomalies-shit that didn't exist ten months ago in the region...and then we'll map it."
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« Reply #31 on: 04 October 2020, 13:24:33 »
So, a first in centuries real K-F research?
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« Reply #32 on: 04 October 2020, 13:43:19 »
A group that actually knows what they are doing and most of the science / history behind them.  I think even after this, the group will be effectively drafted into the Ravens as teachers if nothing else.

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« Reply #33 on: 04 October 2020, 14:17:19 »
Well, if the Ravens really want to go all belters as in one of the other Ngo TLs dear CannonShop has posted here as well, then they practically HAVE to.

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« Reply #34 on: 04 October 2020, 14:26:26 »
"For some reason, I expected more action on this mission."  Foster rued.  Sindra passed him a bulb of hot tea underhand, with a backspin to make it easy to catch.

"Well...thing about setting up a contraband relay, or any other sort of smuggling, is you have to know what someone else has done.  We're going into the best charted section of space ever, in human history, and we're looking to pick a lock without getting caught.  doing that, means it's a good idea to know astronomy, astrophysics, KF theory, including the untested hypotheses, and History, so you know what someone else has already tried, how they failed, and what not to do.  Blazing a new route is work."

"Is that what you feel we are doing?" he asked, "Blazing a route?"

Sindra laughed a little, "Yes.  Look, I mostly avoided Clan entanglements beyond filling orders from dad's contacts, but only an idiot knows nothing about their customers.  Clan Snow Raven spent a lot of resources getting us ship-shape and put twenty five battlesuited troopers on my ship as minders.  That's a lot of money for what is pure research, unless we're scouting a new invasion route to Sol, which means whatever route I find, needs to be able to support your warship fleet."

"this does not bother you?" he asked.

"No.  Earth is irrelevant, if you people want to fight over it, that is a net zero loss for me, since I don't care if it falls.  I have neither sympathies nor attachments to the former Terran Hegemony and zero belief that the Star League can actually ever be more than a temporary state of affairs, regardless of who seizes power or writes the treaty.  know why?"

"Do tell."

"I'm a professional smuggler.  governments change, what they ban or proscribe or regulate changes, but there are always people who want things their governments tell them they can't have.  I've smuggled bibles to Cappie worlds, it paid as much as running guns to somewhere else. You guys popped me running steroids on a payday that made muscle-milk as profitable as moving Neuroin."  she sighed, "as long as I can find work to keep flying, I don't care who is sitting there in charge of the people at the bottom of the well. at worse, it means moving on further out until I don't have to deal with enforcement anymore."

"is there any cargo too offensive for you?" he scowled.

"Yeah. there is. I will absolutely never take a job running slaves unless it's helping them escape being slaves."

he looked surprised, "THAT is your limit? Not bioweapons, or chemical weapons, or murderers, slavery?"

"Everyone has limits, Mine simply demand nobody is chained in the hold to be sold, and if we find one-a Slaver, and we can get at them?"  she smiled beatifically, "We'll make those ****** pay, and get their victims somewhere safe."

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« Reply #35 on: 04 October 2020, 14:52:08 »
"hello...pathfinder beacon."  Sindra looked at the sensor return, "helm, bring us alongside."

"Why are we pausing?" Foster asked from the doorway to the CIC.

"Found something that might be useful."  Sindra announced, as telescope imagery lit up on a screen.  "Pathfinder beacon, first era.  Looks like the power cells ran out."

"So?"

"So, we take it aboard, check the data buffers, recharge the fusion cell, make any repairs, and put it back." she told him, "That gives a waypoint marker for calculating additional jumps, and tells us who's been through here."

"Which helps...how?"

She sighed heavily, "Navigation." she told him, "Your people might live in spaceships now, but you're still dirtyfeet on the inside.  nav beacons are a shortcut for realigning your charts and keeping them updated, mark routes, and provide markers for fallback or follow-on.  Your invasion fleet's going to want to know where they are, and we're already off the usual paths, plus this is a generation ONE beacon which means it's got the nav data from the buffer of the ship that left it, which will help us figure out what's changed with the Fortress effect."

"Ah, so it is significant."

"Yeah...our ancestors blazing the trail for the Exodus left these back when jumpships averaged five to fifteen lightyears only, because a ship could get lost in interstellar space.  With a reference point or two, you can realign your ship's nav charts in a hard restore, and you learn where NOT to plot a passage."

He looked thoughtful, "Is this still a standard practice with..."

"Of course." she said, "Nav beacons and marker sats.  so when you find one that has gone offline, like  this one, you stop and fix it...because it's custom, and because you want someone else somewhere else, to do the same in case you need it.  even if only fifteen out of a thousand crews do it, everyone eventually benefits, so you do it, because if not me, then who, and if not now, then when?"

"We're at null velocity to the beacon, Captain."  Schroder tells me.

"Alright, who's on deck for an Eva? and Marguiel, print off our sanitized log to a class A datablock, we'll add ours to the marker for the follow-ons."

"Ayeh, Skeppeh."

"Excuse ME? Your LOGS?"

"relax, the 'sanitized' log only contains bare nav info and ship ident as a freight packet." she said, "enough to help someone who's in trouble, but not enough to reveal who we are or our mission...I'm a professional.  It'll be enough with the logs already stored for someone to plot an emergency jump to a safe port by comparing stellar motion across time."

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« Reply #36 on: 04 October 2020, 15:02:36 »
and if the beacon is so old that it dates back to the first jumpships, and its battery died, it means that travel through there is pretty rare. so updating the logs wouldn't be much of a security risk.. especially relative to the advantage having a beacon does the mission.

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« Reply #37 on: 04 October 2020, 18:37:40 »
Six months of surveys. 

Sindra sat on the hull, getting time away from crew and passengers, letting the information percolate through her mind, and getting a nice break from what was turning into a pressure cooker of stress.

"This seat taken?"  Foster's voice interrupted her thoughts on the suit channel.

she glanced to the side, "no, have a seat."

"You get freaked out over the thought of being outside on a planet, but you choose to spend your off-shifts on the hull, Captain.  There has to be a story behind that."

"no story." she said, "I don't like planets.  Maybe it's growing up with brittle bones.  We're going to make a water stop before we try the first route I've charted, there was a colony site on that buffer that isn't on anyone's current charts.  that should give your people a chance to stretch out at the bottom of a well.  I read the reg, shore leaves are important for Planetborn."

"You are sure you do not wish to accompany us?"

"I don't do 'away' missions, finagle's sake, I'm the Captain.  I stay with the ship in case something goes wrong...but it should give you and what's-her-name a few hours to make the beast of two backs in one gravity."

"We are not coupling."

"She seems to want to, you should."

"I must admit...I have kind of had my sights set...elsewhere.  You seem unattached?"

She shook her head, "Can't.  Wrong impression, a Captain has to be completely objective and can't have favorites..."  she sighed, "And we're on the same ship, and you're in my chain of command.  There are rules for a reason, and haven't you felt the stress with the crew?"

He was silent for a moment, "I did not mean to give offense."

"Not where the problem is, Star Commander-you're being true to your background and you're open about it, instead of trying to be deceptive, It's just that as the captain I literally can't.  It would be like...forgetting your helmet, or not checking your O2 Pressure sensors, or leaving  carbon scrubbers uncleaned.  The Captain can't have a sexual or intimate personal relationship with a member of the Crew.  it changes a little if they're married, but not much-my mom and dad were both shipsmasters, and that was okay in our culture, because neither of them was subordinate to the desires of the other while on a cruise."

"What if one was not?"

"The one who wasn't would have to stake in to a trading post, burrow, or station and work there. That's actually the majority of people, you know.  it's a little different for Crewers who aren't Captains, or where the mission is setting up a station.  Stationmasters can marry staff, no problem, but Shipsmasters have to be unattached, because a shipsmaster has power of life or death over every member of their crew.  In the event of an emergency, I can't freeze up because someone I love is someone I have to sacrifice.  It was bad enough that Dad had to deal with having a child on the ship."

"How did that work out?"

"I had to claw my way up from lowest tier and win my certifications, only the hard way, no mentors to run interference and everything I did had to be perfect because if it wasn't, it reflected on Dad and caused discipline problems.  I swear he almost put me at the bottom of the well a few times, and I lost meters of skin for minor mistakes until I internalized that.  Thank god I have as good a crew as I do."

"Oh?"

"get a discipline problem, right?  Someone who, say, circulates nasty rumours about their crewmates, or hops bunks after signing a monogamy contract, or Blue Falcons their shifts and causes resentment?  I have a list of traditional means to deal with it, Dad's favorite was corporal punishment, and he'd make the offender clean up the filters on the deck after he beat the blood from their backs...but he never had to shoot anyone, and everyone on a cruise under him got their share-values with bonus...and he never lost a crewman."

"and you?"

"First run after Dad died, I had to shoot my XO.  We'd been...close.  He wanted to skunk a contract because the zone was hot, and tried to mutiny." she shrugged, "I plugged him." she tapped her faceplate roughly where her forehead would be.  "We didn't skunk out on the contract, and his shares went to his kin per the social contract, but I could have docked pay there, too.  I took the loss as 'lessons learned' about sleeping with someone on my own ship...anyway, you can tell your Snow Ravens in the Gunnery department that we'll have shore-leaves available at the next jump.  that should ease off some of the tensions."
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« Reply #38 on: 04 October 2020, 18:50:21 »
Amberlynn was earthlike, point nine nine gees, and through the telescopes, it wasn't uninhabited, but spectral sampling in the atmosphere showed a large percentage of the power on the planet came from coal, and visibly, most of the transportation on the planet came from horses.

"We have found a colony of man...a lost colony, it looks like. No radio traffic, external combustion economy, and no signs of electrification."  Star Commander Foster handled the surface brief, "teams of five, the first team will go down with armor and live weapons until first contact is managed and we can get a grip on the local situation.  In the event that the population is hostile, or threatening, alternate landing sites well away from settlements have already been chosen.  According to the material on the beacon, the colony group headed for this world were North Americans from the Ontario regional zone, so the odds that they speak a version of English are good, but it is likely to have suffered lingual drift.  As we do not know what sort of bacteria or viruses are prevalent, everyone is getting immune boosters."
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« Reply #39 on: 04 October 2020, 18:59:44 »
If this is just a gravity-stop, why not just avoid the locals altogether? I can see lots of potential problems for what's effectively a first contact situation but I can't see many benefits apart from trading for food instead of hunting.
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« Reply #40 on: 04 October 2020, 19:17:25 »
If this is just a gravity-stop, why not just avoid the locals altogether? I can see lots of potential problems for what's effectively a first contact situation but I can't see many benefits apart from trading for food instead of hunting.

Because this isn't a one off trip.  If the colony is friendly enough?  The Ravens, and anyone else joining the party, might want to use is as a convenient stopping off point.  Let crew and troops off to stretch their legs before they go squirrelly, pick up fresh food, water, and reaction mass.  Even run non-sim training just before the final push into the Republic.

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« Reply #41 on: 04 October 2020, 19:37:20 »
plus all the activity (telescopes seeing ships in orbit, and people hearing small craft entering and leaving the atmosphere for example) is likely to be noticed by the locals, and contact would go a lot smoother if you just immediately go and let them know who you are and why you are there, instead of them getting some paranoia induced alien contact rumors or whatever entrenched first.

plus hey, with direct contact they might be able to barter for some fresh food. they'd have to be careful due to sanitation concerns, but theory could fill up their larders a bit.

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« Reply #42 on: 04 October 2020, 20:19:06 »
Because this isn't a one off trip.  If the colony is friendly enough?  The Ravens, and anyone else joining the party, might want to use is as a convenient stopping off point.  Let crew and troops off to stretch their legs before they go squirrelly, pick up fresh food, water, and reaction mass.  Even run non-sim training just before the final push into the Republic.

I see the value for the Ravens in establishing friendly contact (fresh food, future waystation,) but I got the impression that wasn't what this specific ship was intended/equipped for. Making contact is a distraction from the main mission of finding a way round/through the Wall.

plus all the activity (telescopes seeing ships in orbit, and people hearing small craft entering and leaving the atmosphere for example) is likely to be noticed by the locals, and contact would go a lot smoother if you just immediately go and let them know who you are and why you are there, instead of them getting some paranoia induced alien contact rumors or whatever entrenched first.

It depends how widely the colonists have spread and if they are still watching the skies. The ship has already picked out alternate landing sites well away from settlements. Unless the colonists have spread out over the whole planet it's quite possible that with BT shuttles not needing to aerobrake, you can land discreetly 1,000km from the nearest settlement.

If all you want to do is give everyone a couple of days groundside and you can avoid complications I'd think it better to do so rather than shock the planet by appearing and disappearing in less than a week.

If they're already planning on stopping for a month then yes, go ahead and make contact if you can. Just have plenty of contigency plans to avoid getting drawn into local problems.
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« Reply #43 on: 04 October 2020, 20:42:48 »
I have a sneaking suspicion that I know how that colony got there...
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« Reply #44 on: 04 October 2020, 21:07:35 »
Sindra kept watch from above, as they shuttled down to the planet.  She could not tell Foster, especially, what really motivated her fear of being trapped 'down there'.

The jump dreams.  always the same, always trapped on the ground while bad things happened.

plagues, massacres, famines...always on the surface of some world...and the pictures from this one? many of them looked like the world in her hyperspace-induced nightmares.

While Clanners and Crew alike visited the surface, she monitored their signals, tracked their locations, and adjusted her calculations and the data for the jump that would put them on the road, they hoped, to Earth.

Crew rotation to the surface would follow Snow Raven practice, seven day periods barring an incident, groups of fifteen.

She knew from the stories she grew up with, the Pathfinders never had it this good, and when they founded the first crews of The Folk, they passed down their own procedures.

It's 00:00:00 hours shipboard time, midnight.  Tallie came up to the CIC to relieve her.  "I'll be by the chapel for an hour or so, if I'm needed." Sindra told him.

"Ayeh mum...get some rest yah? Nothin' in Chapel's too pressing mum."

"It's part of my rest." she climbed down the P-way and headed for the ventral lock, donning her helmet as she did.

She set her helmet to receive only before cycling to walk outside.

"Hi daddy." she addressed the endless black, "Hi momma.  well, I've got a lot to talk about tonight, I know, I never call. It's a big universe out here and full of...I'm sorry I missed check in, so where to begin...well, I got the ship fixed, best as-new work, Clannahwallah hired us for a legit mission, pathfinding, and they paid in stores and repairs, but it's a charter, so you know, passengers and I've had to add to the Crew from the Strangers.  They are learning, slow, I admit.  I'm not half the skip you were dad, but they're not unintelligent, and we've had no accidents...so far.  If this was the days of old, well, i'd sign them off as Crewer Apprentices-even the big ones." she smiled and her helmet's scavenging drew her tears away.

"I miss you dad.  I'm gonna be going where everyone has gone before, by routes nobody takes.  I'm scared.  I'm sorry I'm scared, but I'm scared.  We all stay clear of Sol, generations of us...and that's where I'm going...where the job is taking me."

she shuddered a breath, "Foster likes me.  He's built like a tunnel bore or lifting exo, and I can't return his attentions...but I want to. I really do, even if it's just for a night.  I'm worried, daddy, what if that impacts my judgement?  Crew obeys Captain, Captain serves crew, mission comes first...for the first time in my life I'm wondering if I'm really qualified..."
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« Reply #45 on: 04 October 2020, 22:06:54 »
the stay was longer than expected, but after a month and a half, the Crew were back aboard.

"I take it the contact planetside went well?" Sindra asked.

Foster grunted and nodded, "It went as well as it could have.  The planetary polity is divided along religious lines, but they have not had a religious war in decades."

"Yikes." she shivered, "Glad I stayed up here."

"Progress with your course plot?" he asked.

"It's done, we burn for the nadir point in half an hour, seven days from now, we make the first jump."

"Seven days? it will only take a few HOURS to reach the Nadir point from here!"

"Yeah, but the window doesn't open for a week." she explained, "I think I have figured out what the Republic did. If I'm right, then your invasion fleet will need to hold to precise timing to get past the wall...but they won't be ready for it."  she sighed, "At any rate, I will be navving from the conning tower."

"Conning tower?"

"Outside the hull." she explained, "where the KF field is thinnest, it's...it reduces the perceptual time distortion of the transition, I can make course corrections mid-jump from the tower...at least, according to Joachim's Journey.  I spent the last five days setting it up."

"Joachim's Journey?"

"Perdition's Flames." she stated, "I've been reading his actual text, not just the second-hand stuff.  He rigged the drive controllers to a position on the hull of his ship to get past the singularities.  What they're doing, why that Combine vessel came out with the worst of it? they're creating singularity effect and bending hyperspace.  It's something discussed in some of the old KF theories, you can theoretically create the equivalent of a whirlpool in Hyperspace, it basically thrashes the atoms of a ship with a field, so...we need to be able to steer in mid-jump to get past it."

"You are oversimplifying."

"Yes." she nodded, "I am.  It would take me five years to explain what's going on, or we can make the run in seven days."


"And if you're wrong?"

"Then we're all dead." she shrugged, "Pays your money and takes the chances-we're in a binary solution set-either what I intend will work, or we'll all be too extinguished to notice that it failed, either way..." she led him to a section of the smallcraft bay, "I'm dropping a beacon here with my plan and intended course, so if we fail, someone can pick it up and try something better, I used the add-on gear your yard people installed on my jump core, and sent an HPG missive to Lankeneau explaining what my observations are, where this planet is, and what we're trying, and got a read reciept-your tech people are great, by the way."

"They can be yours, too." he said.

she chuckled, "Foster, You're a handsome man, and a compelling speaker, and you make such nice, charitable offers...but you and I both know, I can't, I wouldn't fit with your kind any more than most of yours will fit with ours-we're too different, but I appreciate the sentiment, I honestly do.  The truth of it, is that your kind value Sol and Earth, 'holy terra'...and mine have no use for the joint, except as a navigation marker for 'avoid whenever possible'."

"Yet you took this job."

"I needed to get yard time for the ship, gainful employment for my crew, and a desperate need not to be executed for botching a job." she smiled, "And I liked the company, though I'd have liked it more if we weren't linked professionally."

"If we were not...'professionally linked'?" he asked.

"If this wasn't a professional relationship, I would show you exactly what two people can really do in null-gee and ruin you for dirtyfeet girls for the rest of your days." she stated firmly.  "But..we are in a professional relationship, so recreational fornication is off the scope, and I'll just have to ride you in my fantasies." she beamed at him, and then added, "OOH! Blush!!"


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« Reply #46 on: 04 October 2020, 22:19:20 »
So the Snow Ravens either snuck a mobile HPG on board and she figured it out anyway.... or she jury-rigged the KF-boom the Snow Ravens installed to be act as an HPG antenna.

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« Reply #47 on: 04 October 2020, 22:45:49 »
"all hands, all hands, this is the Captain speaking, seal up and prepare for Hyperspace transition.  Crew to stations, crew to stations and secure all hatches and passageways."

Sindra checked her own anchor points on the 'tower', really just a service railing with electrical connections and fiberoptic runs to the core and drives, but positioned outside the hull.

"Department heads, report?"

"Helm and CIC secured."
"Engineering secured"
"Boat Bay secured"
"Gunnery Stations secured, and May I point out this is insane?"


"Yep.  YOu can point it out, transition in ten..nine...eight...seven...six...fife...four...tree...two...one..."

The flash of transition washed across the hull, and Sindra was alone in colorless night.  I was right!

The distortions were visible to her naked eye in the absence of...well...everything.  Twisted tornadoes of spacetime distortion, spreading from a dozen points, rippling the flow of hyperspace with the shockwaves of pseudogravity.  she adjusted the path, using the turbulence from one to deflect around the turbulence of the next.  we couldn't have used Minh's course!  They must have stations powering those...

the exit flickered ahead, and she saw shapes moving, and heard the chorus howling in discordant anger and distress.

the hours ticked by, she made the course adjustments manually, while the crew and most of the ship under her boots sat in frozen unknowingness, spared the passage of hypertime, the sensitive ones trapped in visions of past or possible futures as she guided them through the maelstrom.

The exit was small, tight, dangerously so...but the Captain serves the Crew, and if she hit it just right she wouldn't be sheared away as they re-entered normal space.

please guide my crew to safety.

and then...

Discontinuity

newtonian reality reasserted itself.

but Sindra was gone.
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« Reply #48 on: 05 October 2020, 00:09:31 »
Epilogue, Olympus Mons Prisoner facility 19

Officially, the Republic of the Sphere doesn't have gulags or secret prisons.  Then again, officially the Fidelis don't exist and weren't on New Earth.

Unofficially, it's a different tale, as Lincoln Foster was finding out.  The emergence into the Sol system hadn't been entirely quiet, and it hadn't left Melisune entirely intact and ready for combat, either.

"...how did you get past the hyperspace barriers again?"

"Captain Hayek found the gap in your coverage."

"and where is it?"

He shrugged, "I do not know, I am not a navigator, check the log."

"The log contains no navigational information, and there are no stored data in your ship's jump computer."

"she left that in? surprising."  he held his stare level with the young lady from the RAF's space arm. "I would guess, she calculated it by hand."

"Impossible!"

"eh, well, suit yourself..."

"Where is this 'captain Hayek' now?"

"You haven't found her?  not a surprise, perhaps.  did you check behind the lavatory? she suffers from a titanic case of TDS and her nausea can be quite multicoloured."

"look, I'm trying to go easy on you, the bosses say we want good relations with Clan Snow Raven!"

"Well, I doubt there is a real problem of that, as soon as you allow me to contact my government..."

"we can not do that."

"then, we appear to be at an impasse.  Release me, release my crew, and we will be out of your hair."

"I can't do that! HOW did you penetrate Fortress??"

"Try doing some math. it's relaxing...or so I've been told by the most intelligent and gifted woman I've ever met." he seethed right back, "Be aware, Centurion, Your perfect defense is imperfect, even if you kill me, the secret to penetrating it is known to others, and like the course through Perdition's Flame, it will be legendary."
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« Reply #49 on: 05 October 2020, 00:56:02 »
I was totally giggles at the mention of 'Blue Falcon'. Personally i never heard the term used in my circles of travel so i suspect it is a recent invention, possibly specific to Naval Aviation Squadrons (Again, its not a term I've heard used in or around AIMD circles but I've been retired for over a decade now)...


So what now?
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« Reply #50 on: 05 October 2020, 02:20:03 »
Fair winds and calm seas, Captain Hayek.
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« Reply #51 on: 05 October 2020, 06:01:19 »
May your spark never go out in the dark, Captain Sindra Hayek, for you managed what no one else managed. o7

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« Reply #52 on: 05 October 2020, 07:04:25 »
Excellent!

I am hoping this is not an end but a new beginning ... please, pretty please CS!?!

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« Reply #53 on: 05 October 2020, 09:42:49 »
[Out of Story]

Sometimes the failures can be heroic too.  I don't know what became of Sindra Hayek after she was ripped from her ship's hull to tumble backward into hyperspace, falling eternally in colorless chaos, but who knows?

Will she be a legend or a footnote, or even forgotten?

who knows?

that's kind of the point.  Sometimes those who dare greatness and even come within touching distance simply...fail, even while they succeed.  It doesn't make it any less heroic for the failure, because they dare to reach for greatness, and how many people do that?

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« Reply #54 on: 05 October 2020, 10:31:16 »
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  was totally giggles at the mention of 'Blue Falcon'. Personally i never heard the term used in my circles of travel so i suspect it is a recent invention, possibly specific to Naval Aviation Squadrons (Again, its not a term I've heard used in or around AIMD circles but I've been retired for over a decade now).

Blue Falcon has been around the Airborne/ Ranger community for a long time.
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« Reply #55 on: 05 October 2020, 11:09:04 »
Geez, and here I thought you were referring to the 80's cartoon.
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« Reply #56 on: 05 October 2020, 13:56:29 »
I reckon she is somewhere in the hyperspace, waiting for a passing ship to hitch a ride.
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« Reply #57 on: 05 October 2020, 15:38:25 »
Will she be a legend or a footnote, or even forgotten?

If the Ravens with her every get a message back home, she'll make their copy of the Remembrance.

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« Reply #58 on: 05 October 2020, 16:23:36 »
I reckon she is somewhere in the hyperspace, waiting for a passing ship to hitch a ride.

I'd love to see a fic of that:

"Captain, you're not going to belive this but there's someone in a space suit banging on the viewport and I swear they weren't there before we jumped!"
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« Reply #59 on: 05 October 2020, 16:25:17 »
Well, there is the SLS Mannassas, you know.
So who knows, when she will turn up.

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« Reply #60 on: 05 October 2020, 16:39:25 »
I'd love to see a fic of that:

"Captain, you're not going to belive this but there's someone in a space suit banging on the viewport and I swear they weren't there before we jumped!"
It's been known to happen:
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