It had been an uneventful first week since Cmdr Amanda Szarinko, her seven-man crew of trainers and inspectors, and the Eggmanlandian Ai known as Iona-6 had boarded the new Hrast-PB14 for the ship’s Ai Battle Ship School training.
Most of the time had been taken up with “crew initialization evolutions,” which mainly involved manual confirmations of the ship’s diagnostics of its own systems. “Best to check that the meter’s reading true before trusting the reading on the meter.” Who had said that to her? An instructor at the battle academy. She couldn’t remember her name. It was a rather inelegant saying, but one she never forgot to heed.
The ship’s systems had all checked out. There were a few minor inter-AI protocol issues, but nothing out of the ordinary and nothing that, Amanda thought, a good set of combat simulations wouldn’t fix by forcing the ship’s AIs to work out the most efficient protocols between themselves.
“Just so happens today’s that day, little lady,” the commander said as she caressed the soft crimson-red whale leather of the captain’s chair. She looked over the utter blackness of a single block of pitchwood that made up the captain’s command panel. It was difficult to make out where the panel’s surface actually was. She reached out to touch the wood. Smooth, so incredibly smooth. It had been cut by shiga-wire.
Fine lines and sensor readings danced across the black surface projected from a source even Amanda hadn’t found after two years of leading new Hrast class ship-prep operations.
She looked at the projection. Some how the Captain’s Interface AI was able to follow Amanda’s gaze and focus the projection to where she looked. It sharpened the image at the point she looked, and blurred the sections around. It moved the projection as she moved her head, all giving her a faux 3-D image on the pitchwood’s flat surface.
The projection was a three-dimensional map of the Small Goose-Egg Nebula, a thick planetary nebula twenty-two light-years from Enkon in the direction of Silva. She ran a finger across the pitchwood. The nebula rotated and several “points of interest” appearred in the cloud. She touched one and read a quick summary.
Ah! Now she remembered. She studied the nebula at flight academy. It was a favorite hide-away for space pirates during the nuclear exodus. News that many of the exodus ships from Silva found out much too late to save them. She wondered, “How many innocent people had that rogue Ajerri pirate, what was his name? Captain Aloha-This! How many did he kill on that drunken bet with a member of his crew? He rammed his raiding ship into the Ar Saint Dominic, a Wickoan hyber-sleep transporter, initiating the detonation of its twelve reactors in a spectacular explosion that destroyed fourteen near-by escort vessels as well. Two-hundred thousand, it was two-hundred thousand lost.”
She smiled, recalling that after his trial the Hikuptan fleet commander that had captured him, sealed him in a hollow torpedo and then launched it deep into the sparking belly of the young white dwarf at the cloud’s core.
“They do spend a fortune on the creature comforts in these things,” Amanda said to Lt Karlo Thirra, and then nodded, “Begin simulation.”
Lt Thirra smiled and then initiated the Hrast’s first official combat training simulation.
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She began to creep forward, her sensors probing as deeply and passively as they could into the dark nebula.
A large black swirl twisted in the gas ahead of of the Hrast. Something was there.
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Iona-6 turned to the commander, “Weapons should instinctively activate.”
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Central commanded Sensors to test different probing tactics and continue full 360 visual observation. She drafted 20 otherwise idle classroom AIs that had been occupying themselves in what one of them would later describe as "a mad serious game of EVE 3660-Battle for DarkHaven," to analyze the disturbance in the nebula and determine the possible position of its source.
The cloud swirled around the Hrast again, she felt a chill race across her hull as Weapons felt compelled to raise the cannons like goose-hairs and light their arc-spark triggers.
She inched through the cloud, guns hot and ready.
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Cmdr Szarinko laughed at the sight of the Hrast in the holograph. “She looks like a porcupine.”
The Hrast’s image sat in the center of the commander center in a large amber holograph, swirls of particles twisted behind the ship as the Hrast switched to magnetic pulse drive, allowing it to “grab and pull” against the cloud’s particles to propell itself forward. It was a slower method of propulsion, but had proven invaluable to conserving precious power, and preventing electromagnetic injury, when navigating through dense nebula like the Small Goose-Egg.
Amanda turned to Iona-6, “Unleash the DreadNeds.”
The Eggmanlandian Ai raised a metallic hand and touched the holograph. Three “possible future adversary assets” (PFAS) appeared around the Hrast and began moving aggressively toward her. The DreadNeds, a new set of PFASs, were theoretical dreadnaught-sized Nedean battleships imagined up by “geek” AI’s back on Enkon’s surface. Dedicated geek AI’s located within the UTR’s Advanced Computer Operations Agency are tasked with imagining possible future adversary assets based on known current technology, history and current “political leanings”. Without any particular logic, the Geek AIs continued to choose Nedea as their favorite adversary.
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Propulsion AI had taken a lashing since training began for weak inter-AI protocols. He had been keen to not fail the commander and particularly Iona-6, today. Taking an initiative new to him, he had negotiated several new data-routes using a number of relatively low-traffic life-support system data-transfer pathways between the command center and the engine room. Central allowed Propulsion to tap directly into Sensors and Weapons alert systems. So when a great metallic skull burst throw the cloud directly in front of the Hrast, he instinctively fired the ship’s forward and then port bow thrusters.
The Hrast lurched to the right at break-neck speedas the DreadNed raced past like a rabid bull. Weapons fired a barrage of plutonium dagger torpedoes. All but one hit nothing except the DreadNed’s ion trail. A single torpedo nipped a small antenna on the adversary’s underbelly.
The giant enemy ship dived into the nebula behind the Hrast, disappearing from Sensors.
Suddenly a second giant skull came charging out of the cloud toward the Hrast’s top-side. Propulsion twisted the Hrast onto her side. Weapons AI added the ship’s additional angular momentum to its calculations and then fired her portside cannons. Twelve thick streams of ionized gas and radioactive particles cut the cloud as the DreadNed zipped past, this time firing its own torpedoes at the Hrast.
Propulsion felt a surge of energy, he pushed as much of it into the ship’s aft starboard-side thrusters. The Hrast’s tail swept away from the torpedoes and gave Defense AI enough time to charge and launch a cloud of shrapnel-countermeasures.
Half of the DreadNed’s torpedoes exploded in the cloud of shrapnel. Four others struck the Hrast’s tail in succession.
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Cmdr Szarinko, the trainers, and Iona-6 watch as the holograph of the Hrast exploded in a series of fireballs. The third DreadNed raced in for the final blow, not even raising its weapons it rammed into the Hrast’s mid-section breaking it in two. Amanda waved a hand to Lt Thirra.
Lt Thirra stopped the simulation.
Amanda looked at Iona, “She hit an antenna. Gotta be worth a few points.”
The android shrugged, “I’ll begin debriefing the AIs immediately.”