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these other Dreadnoughts, as guided by Matt, Mata Hari and BattleMind?”
The red eyes of Inevitable focused on George’s thought image of the space near the trinary star system of Alkalurops. “This ship is able to defeat any Anarchate battleglobe. As you know from your history with Matthew. And of course I will cooperate. It is why I and the other ships of our fleet were built, after all.”
In the forward holo of his Bridge the image that was starship Mata Hari moved out of the hexagonal ring and toward the two golden objects left by the Bogean Harmony aliens. In the space beyond them, reaching out to five light minutes, gravity wave pulses by the hundreds drew his attention and that of Inevitable. The rest of the fleet had arrived, only a few hours later than the eight of them had arrived. An incredible feat, considering the 180,000 light years they had all traveled since leaving the Lacunae Mindworks and the Small Magellanic Cloud. While they had all waited at each refueling stop until everyone arrived, then left in near unison, still, such a tightly timed arrival gave him optimism about the impending battle at Alkalurops.
“George,” came Matt’s voice over the tachlink that gave his partner instant communications with his ship and the rest of the fleet. “Mata Hari and I are picking up the Dark Energy stardrive module and the Stasis Beam projector left by our Bogean Harmony friends.” Matt’s mental image portrayed his curly black hair, wide shoulders and brown eyes that looked intense as his mind worked with Mata Hari to move to the gifts. “You and the other members of my personal command should keep an eye out for any gravity wave pulse that indicates a visit by a Melikark Conglomerate starship. They must have set up trading relations with the Harmony by now.” His battlemate paused, then moved his mental attention to other members of the Hexagon Prime fleet. “Eliana, Suzanne, Gondu, BattleMate—”
George blinked mentally as Matt’s mindflow disappeared as he and Mata Hari repeated the same cautionary order to the other Dreadnoughts that made up his Hexagon Prime fleet of T’Chak warships. Time to go to work.
“Inevitable, please resume scanning for new gravity wave pulses that could be coming from the direction of the Milky Way,” he said aloud and by PET image-thought. “We and the other members of the fleet must keep watch while Matt is recovering the Bogean devices.”
“Complying, George,” came her pleasant voice as her green mindglow expanded outward in a rush that left him mentally dizzy.
His mental dam burst as once more he entered ocean-time . Oceans of machine-fed data filled his mind’s-eye.
The ship’s flexhull shivered in space, its shape moving into that of a two-kilometer long T’Chak dragon. The side pontoons changed into broad black wings with three antimatter projectors per wing. The nose of the ship lengthened into a crocodile-like snout where the adaptive armor plates overlapped in a manner to suggest giant teeth. The red eye-like projectors of thousand megawatt lasers gleamed brightly. And the two front nodules that projected a flat Alcubierre space-time sheet as protection against any external energy or matter went to full power. As did the Alcubierre nodes on his sides, back, belly and rear. His back itched as directed energy weapon domes popped out as armored spine nodules. His biceps fed power to the ship’s six antimatter cannons. He clenched tight his jaw muscles, bringing on-line the deuterium-lithium six fusion drive for local maneuvering as the dragon tail spat out yellow drive flares. His ears listened to tachyonic comlinks, synthetic aperture and phased array radars. His ship eyes “saw” infrared, ultraviolet, gamma ray, and radioactives. George sniffed. His ship body smelled through subtle sensors, devices that could detect biological spores drifting through space upon ancient stellar winds. Inside his chest, his heart beat. It beat in sync with
The red eyes of Inevitable focused on George’s thought image of the space near the trinary star system of Alkalurops. “This ship is able to defeat any Anarchate battleglobe. As you know from your history with Matthew. And of course I will cooperate. It is why I and the other ships of our fleet were built, after all.”
In the forward holo of his Bridge the image that was starship Mata Hari moved out of the hexagonal ring and toward the two golden objects left by the Bogean Harmony aliens. In the space beyond them, reaching out to five light minutes, gravity wave pulses by the hundreds drew his attention and that of Inevitable. The rest of the fleet had arrived, only a few hours later than the eight of them had arrived. An incredible feat, considering the 180,000 light years they had all traveled since leaving the Lacunae Mindworks and the Small Magellanic Cloud. While they had all waited at each refueling stop until everyone arrived, then left in near unison, still, such a tightly timed arrival gave him optimism about the impending battle at Alkalurops.
“George,” came Matt’s voice over the tachlink that gave his partner instant communications with his ship and the rest of the fleet. “Mata Hari and I are picking up the Dark Energy stardrive module and the Stasis Beam projector left by our Bogean Harmony friends.” Matt’s mental image portrayed his curly black hair, wide shoulders and brown eyes that looked intense as his mind worked with Mata Hari to move to the gifts. “You and the other members of my personal command should keep an eye out for any gravity wave pulse that indicates a visit by a Melikark Conglomerate starship. They must have set up trading relations with the Harmony by now.” His battlemate paused, then moved his mental attention to other members of the Hexagon Prime fleet. “Eliana, Suzanne, Gondu, BattleMate—”
George blinked mentally as Matt’s mindflow disappeared as he and Mata Hari repeated the same cautionary order to the other Dreadnoughts that made up his Hexagon Prime fleet of T’Chak warships. Time to go to work.
“Inevitable, please resume scanning for new gravity wave pulses that could be coming from the direction of the Milky Way,” he said aloud and by PET image-thought. “We and the other members of the fleet must keep watch while Matt is recovering the Bogean devices.”
“Complying, George,” came her pleasant voice as her green mindglow expanded outward in a rush that left him mentally dizzy.
His mental dam burst as once more he entered ocean-time . Oceans of machine-fed data filled his mind’s-eye.
The ship’s flexhull shivered in space, its shape moving into that of a two-kilometer long T’Chak dragon. The side pontoons changed into broad black wings with three antimatter projectors per wing. The nose of the ship lengthened into a crocodile-like snout where the adaptive armor plates overlapped in a manner to suggest giant teeth. The red eye-like projectors of thousand megawatt lasers gleamed brightly. And the two front nodules that projected a flat Alcubierre space-time sheet as protection against any external energy or matter went to full power. As did the Alcubierre nodes on his sides, back, belly and rear. His back itched as directed energy weapon domes popped out as armored spine nodules. His biceps fed power to the ship’s six antimatter cannons. He clenched tight his jaw muscles, bringing on-line the deuterium-lithium six fusion drive for local maneuvering as the dragon tail spat out yellow drive flares. His ears listened to tachyonic comlinks, synthetic aperture and phased array radars. His ship eyes “saw” infrared, ultraviolet, gamma ray, and radioactives. George sniffed. His ship body smelled through subtle sensors, devices that could detect biological spores drifting through space upon ancient stellar winds. Inside his chest, his heart beat. It beat in sync with
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