Narrator: Aboard the newly-christened troopship "Serial Peacemaker." Security tests are finally completed.
Ennesby: Okay, Kevyn, what's the verdict?
Kevyn: Well, your results and the ship's results match. This means that, at least within imaginable parameters, there are no security holes.
Kevyn: Since Doythaban's results do not match, we have to assume that his systems are suspect. I'm not sure how to go about fixing that.
Kevyn: He volunteered to be relieved of duty temporarily, and he's doffed that fantastic suit of his until we can figure out how to plug the holes.
Ennesby: It sounds like he could use a good match or two of chess.
Kevyn: So, which brain are you going to use when you play him? The ship-brain or the maraca-brain?
Ennesby: Both. The 'Maraca,' as you so kindly refer to it, is really just another node. It's all part of the same system, now. I've got a good internal security protocol allowing me to stay sync'd.
Kevyn: Oh, good. We don't want to have to put you on the payroll twice.
Ennesby: That's okay. I do get a much fatter equipment budget now.
Ennesby: You realize that if Doythaban has hardware problems, it means that his gate-clone, Haban II, probably has the same problems.
Kevyn: Except that haban's organic brain matter has been re-grown.
Ennesby: I expect that just means different problems. Is haban still part of what's left of your sister's little navy?
Kevyn: I have no idea. If I knew how to get in touch with breya, i'd certainly warn her about him, though.
Kevyn: I mean, who knows how much trouble he could be capable of getting her into?
SFX: KISS
Narrator: Plenty.
Footnote: Note: Yes, that's a fiddly-bit on the bouquet. It's either a tracking device installed by the Nefarious Florist's Cartel, or it's there to keep the flowers nice and fresh.
Breya:
Haban II:
Serial Peacemaker:
DoytHaban: