of him as another part of their group.
Silly's brother Shrift was serving on the massive war-station that he would meet at the star-destroyer yards. His Uncle who had raised and trained him was Eddie, the most infamous engineer in the fleet. His father who he'd thought was dead had just returned to Parnmal after being on Heija as Talhalla's chief engineer. Silly had been the commander of Nancy until Domask took over, now he would be the commander of the star-destroyer yards. The massive sprawling complex needed someone with experience of running around like a chicken without a head and somehow kept things from falling apart.
“Good work LaRe,” Felix beamed, those HAPA's had proved their worth on Heija in spades. While Silly knew that Felix wished he was on the front lines. Knowing that his work had gone to save lives, well it didn't make him not want to go to the front lines, but it showed that his work was damned essential to keeping the Free Fleet going.
Felix looked away from the screen, someone seemed to have entered his office.
Felix's face turned from interest into him standing up, an excited smile threatening to split his face in two as he leaned in close to the vid pickup.
“The damned focuser worked! Looks like I won't just be coming with an empty hull after all!”
Silly found himself on his feet and closer to the pickup, as if he could somehow express his excitement by pushing himself through the view screen.
“What kind of tolerances are we talking here?” He demanded, his manipulators moving in nervous anticipation.
Felix moved out of the pickup, pulling the Sarenmenti, Chug, his second-in-command into the view. The Sarenmenti's stub was flicking in excitement.
“Up to a damn zetawatt for point seven seconds due to creation matter burn up,” Chug said as fast as his jaws would allow.
***
Commander Whorst looked over the plot as War-station returned to real-space. Sensor buoys went through handshake protocols, confirming war-station was friendly before the main plot was illuminated with the most up-to-date information.
War-stations bridge was the biggest of its kind in the Free Fleet. Makes sense when the craft was the size of a medium station.
It had four decks to sort all the information of the ship and feed it to Commander Whorst.
Before this he had been the commander of the Free Fleet's personnel in Sol system.
He’d managed Hachiro, the training centers on Mars, Nancy, the miners, the patrols, and all of it had been easier than handling War-station.
Devastahli appeared in front of Whorst, he was the AI that resided inside of War-station and a damned powerful sounvabitch. He paid Whorst little attention as he looked at the main screen. More than any other AI he liked to use his holographic form to look over information.
Some hypothesized that because he had been in the black for so long without any interaction with organics, that he used any excuse to interact with them on a more intimate level.
Of course no one said this around Devastahli, or even voiced the fact that Devastahli was more interested in getting to work than some of the power games that happened within the AI league.
“ Hmmph, for once something is as big as reported,” Devastahli said, his voice carrying over the sounds of people working their
Silly's brother Shrift was serving on the massive war-station that he would meet at the star-destroyer yards. His Uncle who had raised and trained him was Eddie, the most infamous engineer in the fleet. His father who he'd thought was dead had just returned to Parnmal after being on Heija as Talhalla's chief engineer. Silly had been the commander of Nancy until Domask took over, now he would be the commander of the star-destroyer yards. The massive sprawling complex needed someone with experience of running around like a chicken without a head and somehow kept things from falling apart.
“Good work LaRe,” Felix beamed, those HAPA's had proved their worth on Heija in spades. While Silly knew that Felix wished he was on the front lines. Knowing that his work had gone to save lives, well it didn't make him not want to go to the front lines, but it showed that his work was damned essential to keeping the Free Fleet going.
Felix looked away from the screen, someone seemed to have entered his office.
Felix's face turned from interest into him standing up, an excited smile threatening to split his face in two as he leaned in close to the vid pickup.
“The damned focuser worked! Looks like I won't just be coming with an empty hull after all!”
Silly found himself on his feet and closer to the pickup, as if he could somehow express his excitement by pushing himself through the view screen.
“What kind of tolerances are we talking here?” He demanded, his manipulators moving in nervous anticipation.
Felix moved out of the pickup, pulling the Sarenmenti, Chug, his second-in-command into the view. The Sarenmenti's stub was flicking in excitement.
“Up to a damn zetawatt for point seven seconds due to creation matter burn up,” Chug said as fast as his jaws would allow.
***
Commander Whorst looked over the plot as War-station returned to real-space. Sensor buoys went through handshake protocols, confirming war-station was friendly before the main plot was illuminated with the most up-to-date information.
War-stations bridge was the biggest of its kind in the Free Fleet. Makes sense when the craft was the size of a medium station.
It had four decks to sort all the information of the ship and feed it to Commander Whorst.
Before this he had been the commander of the Free Fleet's personnel in Sol system.
He’d managed Hachiro, the training centers on Mars, Nancy, the miners, the patrols, and all of it had been easier than handling War-station.
Devastahli appeared in front of Whorst, he was the AI that resided inside of War-station and a damned powerful sounvabitch. He paid Whorst little attention as he looked at the main screen. More than any other AI he liked to use his holographic form to look over information.
Some hypothesized that because he had been in the black for so long without any interaction with organics, that he used any excuse to interact with them on a more intimate level.
Of course no one said this around Devastahli, or even voiced the fact that Devastahli was more interested in getting to work than some of the power games that happened within the AI league.
“ Hmmph, for once something is as big as reported,” Devastahli said, his voice carrying over the sounds of people working their
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