everyone just try to relax. I will be spending the night in my office here so anyone that wants to talk, please do not hesitate. Tomorrow will be a regular duty day.”
Arizona Space Ship Bia High Earth Orbit
10 August 2128
“Crew, this is the Captain. We have arranged to test all weapons in conjunction with ground control. Our targets for today will be orbital debris in high orbit. At 0900 hrs live fire testing of all weapons will commence. The effectiveness of port versus starboard shall be tallied through hit and miss ratio as well as time from acquiring target to destruction of target. Targets that break into smaller debris will have points deducted. Captain out.”
Sitting in his cabin, a headache starting because he was sure something very relative and simple was being overlooked, Red admitted to himself he needed help. “Bia, please report to me,” he commed, as the ships AI avatar appeared before him.
“Reporting as ordered Captain,” Bia replied as she stood before the Captain. The six foot tall brunette wore only a toga draped over her shoulder.
“Bia, do you detect any problems if we destroy some of the orbital debris?” Red asked.
“Sir, there is always the potential for weapons failure. The highest and most likely danger is if we shoot ourselves.
“Please elaborate, Bia,” Red replied feeling his headache begin a crescendo.
“Sir, there is a very high probability that any shots missed by the phalanx cannons, would enter orbit and hit the ship upon completing that orbit around the Earth. Request final authorization for every shot fired during the target practice.”
“Permission granted, inform all gunners and Combat Information Center.” His temple continued to throb even more as he fathomed the chances of getting hit by their own ordinance of one hundred phalanx guns along with the forty rail guns left a lot of room for damage. At least the eighty beamers would not be a threat back at them.
Arizona Space Ship in orbit around the moon
10 August 2128
Abdul was walking to the engineering section of the P135 captured from the Libra. The patrol ship never had a name, instead simply the designator P135. It had been damaged when it was tractoring in an Earth shuttle into its cargo bay when the humans detonated a matter anti matter bomb that destroyed a quarter of the patrol vessel. That ship was almost completely repaired and Abdul was surprised to find that even though the P135 was newer than the Grub, it was not nearly as advanced.
The Flem were the galaxy's source when it came to space ship engines and artificial intelligence nodes. They never allowed their most advanced AIs to be sold, instead the very best they allowed to be sold were half the capability of those they kept for themselves. Since their race had disappeared, no one had been able to come close to duplicating their technology. The Flem manufacturing technology disappeared with them also.
“Grub, now that the frame of the ship is repaired will it be totally space worthy?” Abdul asked as he looked into the engineering section seeing the droids busily making changes to the different interfaces.
“Yes Abby, the ship will be space worthy but we need to make modifications to make the ship more compatible for human use. The controls modified for less muscle needed and for only a single set of arms. Damage is still being found in some areas. Estimate repairs will be complete in a month,” Grub replied.
“What about the ships computer system and AI, will we have any trouble with loyalty from the AI?” Abdul asked.
“This simple version of an AI will control the ship and do as it is ordered it really has no higher functions and running of the ship is more labor intensive than the ships being built on Earth. The ship was built by the lowest bid and the reasoning was that the crew can take care of any problems. Since the AI was built by the Flem, I do have the ability to upgrade it if you wish. It will improve
Arizona Space Ship Bia High Earth Orbit
10 August 2128
“Crew, this is the Captain. We have arranged to test all weapons in conjunction with ground control. Our targets for today will be orbital debris in high orbit. At 0900 hrs live fire testing of all weapons will commence. The effectiveness of port versus starboard shall be tallied through hit and miss ratio as well as time from acquiring target to destruction of target. Targets that break into smaller debris will have points deducted. Captain out.”
Sitting in his cabin, a headache starting because he was sure something very relative and simple was being overlooked, Red admitted to himself he needed help. “Bia, please report to me,” he commed, as the ships AI avatar appeared before him.
“Reporting as ordered Captain,” Bia replied as she stood before the Captain. The six foot tall brunette wore only a toga draped over her shoulder.
“Bia, do you detect any problems if we destroy some of the orbital debris?” Red asked.
“Sir, there is always the potential for weapons failure. The highest and most likely danger is if we shoot ourselves.
“Please elaborate, Bia,” Red replied feeling his headache begin a crescendo.
“Sir, there is a very high probability that any shots missed by the phalanx cannons, would enter orbit and hit the ship upon completing that orbit around the Earth. Request final authorization for every shot fired during the target practice.”
“Permission granted, inform all gunners and Combat Information Center.” His temple continued to throb even more as he fathomed the chances of getting hit by their own ordinance of one hundred phalanx guns along with the forty rail guns left a lot of room for damage. At least the eighty beamers would not be a threat back at them.
Arizona Space Ship in orbit around the moon
10 August 2128
Abdul was walking to the engineering section of the P135 captured from the Libra. The patrol ship never had a name, instead simply the designator P135. It had been damaged when it was tractoring in an Earth shuttle into its cargo bay when the humans detonated a matter anti matter bomb that destroyed a quarter of the patrol vessel. That ship was almost completely repaired and Abdul was surprised to find that even though the P135 was newer than the Grub, it was not nearly as advanced.
The Flem were the galaxy's source when it came to space ship engines and artificial intelligence nodes. They never allowed their most advanced AIs to be sold, instead the very best they allowed to be sold were half the capability of those they kept for themselves. Since their race had disappeared, no one had been able to come close to duplicating their technology. The Flem manufacturing technology disappeared with them also.
“Grub, now that the frame of the ship is repaired will it be totally space worthy?” Abdul asked as he looked into the engineering section seeing the droids busily making changes to the different interfaces.
“Yes Abby, the ship will be space worthy but we need to make modifications to make the ship more compatible for human use. The controls modified for less muscle needed and for only a single set of arms. Damage is still being found in some areas. Estimate repairs will be complete in a month,” Grub replied.
“What about the ships computer system and AI, will we have any trouble with loyalty from the AI?” Abdul asked.
“This simple version of an AI will control the ship and do as it is ordered it really has no higher functions and running of the ship is more labor intensive than the ships being built on Earth. The ship was built by the lowest bid and the reasoning was that the crew can take care of any problems. Since the AI was built by the Flem, I do have the ability to upgrade it if you wish. It will improve
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