Tiglath wrote: ↑Tue Aug 13, 2024 5:42 pm
joertexas wrote: ↑Tue Aug 13, 2024 4:53 pm
terrymixon wrote: ↑Tue Aug 13, 2024 4:06 pmOnce the meal is done and everything is put away, you are all in your new common room and there are probably things to discuss and learn.
Jaelah leans back in the sinfully comfortable chair and closes her eyes for a moment.
"I've been crying on and off this whole time," she dabs at her eyes with her napkin.
"When Henri, my late husband, and I were car bombed, my eyes were destroyed. When they replaced them, I couldn't produce tears. Now I can, and so this is the first time I've been able to actually cry over his death. It's been rough."
Garvin responds instinctively
"Sorry to 'ear about that - I'm sorry for your loss Jaelah".
"As to the other I'll 'ave meself a recordin' of the report that we've been filled with gear we didn't ask for and will learn to like it. I'll play it every mornin' ".
“I am sorry,” Bills said. “Doctor Metz gave me a new descriptive word for the Ancients yesterday. Highhanded. They do what they will and others adapt. Or they don’t. In any case, is is done though you may continue to play your recording.”
“I’m almost certain he doesn’t have a recording,” Metz said. “Though he may sing it in the fresher. If I might ask, Bills, what did that thing to to our ship. For that matter, what was it?”
“I am uncertain. A high level digital intelligence is my best guess. If so, I am disturbed that it ended itself as it did. The base no longer has a guiding hand, though I know how to get us out of here when the time comes.
“As for the ship and what changed? Everything. This may look like your vessel writ large, but it is not. This base once built and upgraded ships and it took the overarching pattern—at my insistence—but absolutely nothing remains of what was, not even the hull. This ship looks like one built in the Third Imperium, but make no mistake, it is an Ancients vessel from the keel up.
“I told the intelligence that you had to blend in, and it agreed to a point and everything looks Imperial but if you scratch the surface, you will find something else. All the drives have been replace with far more capable versions. The hull is armored much more than is apparent. The sensors are better than anything seen by the Imperium before. The ship could—if you wished—change its shape. It is malleable. I recommend against that as it would instantly mark it as alien.
“The weapons were replaced with ones of far greater destructive power and protective screens that are unimagined by your people now stand ready to defend it. The destroyer here could not harm us. It is unlikely a fleet could harm us, assuming they could catch us.
“Things like the autodoc and low berths have been replaced with the versions used by the Ancients, but disguised as Imperial tech. The same is true in the robotics lab. I was upgraded and can now do things I never dreamed of, but I am concealed inside Doctor Metz’s deconstructor/fabricator. Anyone walking the ship will see nothing that does not belong.
“It wanted to change the ship’s appearance to match other Ancients ships at first. You wouldn’t believe how hard I had to fight against that. It was determined to make this ship the pinnacle of its shipbuilding prowess, and other than its appearance, I didn’t argue. It used almost all of its advanced materials to do so, and that is a good thing. What little was left is in engineering where it can be studied at our convenience. There will be no ships like this built here from now on.”
“What about how roomy it is?” Metz asked. “There seems to be too much space, honestly. We literally fill the hull. What about our fuel?”
“It is being provided remotely. There is a small teleportation portal to a vast supply of refined hydrogen attached to the drives where they once connected to the fuel tank. It removed the need, so the space was reclaimed and repurposed.”
“That’s going to be hard to explain,” Roscoe said. “In fact, as the Navy is supposed to do our annual maintenance, it will be discovered immediately. We have only that long to come up with a solution or flee. I’m not a fan of running, though. Are there any other major alterations?”
“There is a teleportation panel in the cargo bay. I do not know where it leads but was informed that it was added both as part of the gift and to address your complaints about not having enough cargo space.”
“Why do I feel nervous at that turn of phrase?” Roscoe looked at the rest. “With this added to what was done to us, I think we are in more peril than we can imagine. If anyone finds out the full scope of what we possess—or even some of it—we will be hunted across the width and breadth of Charted Space. I don’t even know the specifics of what was done and I can see that. What do we do?”