Sunday May 12, 2002


Book 2: The Teraport Wars
Part I: Kickin' Bu'uthandi and Takin' Names

Transcript

Narrator:Less than an hour has passed since the formation of the fleetmind, but it has been a very busy hour.The 950 million falling objects Petey and the rest of the fleet must rescure are falling amid a cloud of billions of other objects. Space is awash with the frequencies of active scanning.
Narrator:While capital ships without advanced fabrication gear work as spotters, Petey, some 300 carriers, and 20-odd factory ships orbiting further out begin manufacturing new terapedoes.
Narrator:They're not beating their swords into plowshares, exactly. They're beating them into pickup trucks.
Narrator:A single terapedo can acquire a target, 'port into it, and then 'port that target into safe orbit in just four seconds.To save everyone in the twenty-eight days available, the fleetmind must coordinate the efforts of fifteen-hundred terapedoes.
Narrator:The fleetmind is smart enough to know that it might not have the full twenty-eight days to work with. Fabbers work 'round the clock.
Jaksmouth:Good news, admiral. Within three days, all of the prisoners will be in safe orbits.In the final hours, there'll be nearly a hundred thousand terapedoes 'porting prison modules to safety.
Breya:I thought we'd depleted our supplies of missiles and fabber matter.
Jaksmouth:We've been feeding the fabbers scrap. Which reminds me... You didn't have any special emotional attachment to that custom transport of yours, did you?
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