On Jul 14, 2004, at 8:38 PM, Eris Reddoch wrote:
> One hundred sixty four hours after entering jump Arvitis comms Ricardo
> from the Bridge, "Hey, boss! We're going to break out real soon now.
> You
> and Shawn ought to get up here."
>
> An hour and a bit later, the ship drops out of jump space. Even before
> the brief nausea passes the alarms start to go off!
>
> "Urp!" Arvitis is still struggling with the nausea, but he's trying to
> focus, "We've got a contact at 189 by 83....range, 74,000 klicks dang
> that was close!"
>
> "Um, Ricky, I'm not getting a transponder signal from that bogy."
> Arvitis says, "And it's not...um,...it's a ship, I think, but it's not
> maneuvering. It's just drifting."
>
> Over the comm system you can hear the steady tone of the planetary
> signal on the standard channel. Local data is streaming in from the
> planet on the channel with the standard homing beckon. You are also
> picking up a a number of transponder signals coming from ships flying
> through the system, but all of them are millions of kilometers away.
Shawn beat Ricardo to the GQ alarm, so he says "Comm local control,
inform them that we've come across an apparent derelict. Arvitis, get
ready to stream sensor data to them. Kelly, make sure our stutterwarp
is ready to rock 'n roll. I want to be able to run like a scalded
cat...or as much like one the ol' girl can do."
Ricardo fires up the Heplar drive and starts matching velocities.
"Arvitis, that thing warms up so much a a degree, let me know. At 2
above background, I don't think anyone is alive on it, but there's no
sense taking chances."
--
Bruce Johnson
University of Arizona
College of Pharmacy
Information Technology Group
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