Day 320 – continued
Personal Journal Serene Falk:
Captain HMMS Broadside
- Mission parameter – Hunting Ghosts
- Classification Secret – Captains eyes only
The challenge then, was to find the flea on the elephant. Assuming, we were tagged during the strafing run it meant that in all likelihood the tag was on the exterior hull of the Broadside. As opposed to being either inside, or worse still in the form of a living breathing traitor. The problem though was the Broadsides massive surface area. Searching it manually would take weeks, we had hours. Or more accurately 121 minutes to be precise before we exhausted our reactors ability to power the Singularity Drive.
Standing, I did what I always did when faced with an impossibility and that was ask the crew. It may not be officer school training or Political correctness but pride has no place in the captain’s chair and eight hundred and thirty-three brilliant minds are far more likely to come up with something than my lonesome. Flicking on the ship wide coms I cleared my throat.
“All, we have a problem that needs our urgent attention”. I gave it to them straight, as something else they don’t teach you is that death and dying is a good motivator. It took, approximately forty-five seconds for the first answers to appear. I tasked some of Bonnies spare CPU run time to collate the replies as apparently, she only needed fifty six percent to navigate time and space. Clyde was pissed though, but I wanted at least one of them paying full attention to the complex navigation calculations needed to keep us ahead of our enemy. Within ten minutes, we had the best options lined up and the plans to execute them underway. Plan number one was to try and fry the sucker, or suckers. This took little time to organise as Broadside like all deep space vessels had the ability to charge her hull plates. It was common enough practice to remove the space leaches and slimer’s that were attracted to the power ducts running under the surface skin of the ship. A good jolt usually sent them into a complete state of ecstasy, during which they failed to hold on and were lost to the vessels wake. Only this Jolt would need to be far greater to detach the tags that were giving away our destination every time we shifted space. Which in turn meant we would have lower power reserves that would directly impact the number of times we could use the Singularity Drive to shift space. The day just got better and better.