Sunday August 1, 2004

Book 5: The Scrapyard of Insufferable Arrogance
Part IV: Hand it Over


Narrator:the mercenary warship Serial Peacemaker clears the teraport-interdicted space of Absn'te. Our heroes are headed back, or at least that's what they think.
Ennesby:Sir, I'm not getting teraport clearance from Athens.
Tagon:When was our last contact with them?
Ennesby:I sent them a status update when we got paid, about two hours ago.
Tagon:If there's a problem, they would have called. . . Even just a quick burst to say "Trouble."
Ennesby:I'm barely getting hypernode touch, and what I do get is intermittent. I believe they're being jammed, and that means they're under attack.
Tagon:Get the V.D.A. . .
Ennesby:Way ahead of you. The Very Dangerous Array is being deployed as we speak.
Ennesby:Teraprobes show interdiction in an 18 minute sphere. I'm taking half the VDA right to the edge to resolve the center.
Tagon:Only half? What about. . .
Ennesby:The other half is going two hours and sixteen minutes out. . . that's the amount of time since our last contact.
Ennesby:The far array will show us everything that happened since then. We use the close array to see the nine-minutes-recent past.
Tagon:That's still too much delay. Anything we learn will come too late for us to do any good.
Ennesby:I don't think you get it, sir. It's already too late for us to do any good. We're out of the ring for this fight.
Ennesby:The best I can get us is some seats in the nosebleed section.
Der Trihs:Ooh, did we get tickets to something?
Der Trihs:Sorry to interrupt the secret party plans. How come we haven't 'ported back yet?
Tagon:I'm glad you got here in time to contribute something useful, Lieutenant Commander.