more."
Jackie knew she didn't look very optimistic. She didn't feel optimistic, either.
"Maybe. There's hellish competition. I'm going to be starting training next week, but I don't think they'll want more than one drive systems engineer aboard, and Dr. Gupta isn't about to step down. If the crew size was maybe half again larger—leaving enough room for an assistant drive engineer—then I'd have a real chance."
"You're a good electrical and micro-electro mechanical systems engineer, too."
"Thanks, but they've got qualified specialists for that. Again, the problem is the crew size. I'm everybody's favorite second banana, but with a crew of only ten there's just no room for any second bananas. If the Nike were twice the size—" She shrugged. "But it isn't. So all I can do is hope."
"Well," said A.J. brightly, "if both of you stay back, you can at least keep busy cheering me on."
It was Joe's turn to roll his eyes. "A.J., sometimes you are really a . . . "
"Self-centered jerk?"
"I wasn't going to say it," Joe muttered, still staring at the ceiling.
"I was ," Jackie hissed.
Joe brought his eyes back down and changed the subject. "So, Jackie, today's test—any hitches at all?
"Not a one, so far. We may—wonder of wonders—actually finish a project ahead of time."
"Isn't that, like, completely against government regulations?"
"Normally, sure. But as we are currently under what amounts to an order to kick your sorry civilian asses, we've actually got permission to do things at real speed."
"The ass-kicking is going to happen in the other direction," A.J. jeered.
Jackie just smiled. "Possibly. But we've got a big fat government butt to absorb the punishment, where all you've got is skin and bones. Besides, if we can actually get close enough to launch this mission, I don't think it will matter. Especially if we can get everything done we've got projected."
"Well, I'll do my best to make it easy," A.J. said. "I'm really looking forward to doing this one. I'll actually get to play in both sandboxes at once. I stay on Ares' payroll and get to design all their cool stuff, but when the Faeries actually get down to business, since that data's going to belong to NASA, I'll be working in Mission Control with the big boys. Does it get any better than this?"
Joe laughed. "Probably not. I suppose I'm a little jealous, but hell, if it's adding that much to the department budget I can't really complain." He looked back at Jackie. "So how's the Nike design going?"
"Mostly hush-hush, but I can tell you she's going to be really big. More than one main engine to shove this lady along."
"I'll admit NASA did one thing right," said A.J. "At least they gave her the right name for the job."
He raised his glass over the arriving appetizers. "It may be disloyal, but here's to the winged Goddess of Victory, Nike!"
The others clinked their glasses with his, Jackie managing to control her irritation. Jackie had plenty of criticisms of NASA herself, but as time went on, she found A.J.'s incessant jibes were getting more and more annoying. As she'd often found with hardcore libertarians like A.J., if not with someone like Joe, the man could be insufferably smug—and amazingly blind to the contradictions in his own attitudes.
In this instance, she'd admit, Jackie happened to agree with A.J. She wasn't sure who, in the vast bureaucracy of NASA, had first come up with the name, but it was appropriate in so many ways. The Greek/Roman pantheon had, of course, been the source of the planetary names, and Mars—Ares to the Greeks—was the God of War. However, the Greek pantheon had another deity of war: Athena, goddess of wisdom and warfare. Athena was symbolic of the necessity of war waged with rationality and control, while Mars/Ares was the symbol of its destructive savagery. NASA's first goal, however, was Phobos, one of the two moons of Mars, named after Ares' companions Phobos and Deimos: Fear and Terror. But
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