WoWS3 Chpt 49

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==Weapons of War Saga: The Final March- Chapter 49 - ==
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===Wolves Fleet rising===
Khan Maggan Scott’s office
Valencia, Scorpion Empire
25th February, 3145
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“Saya Yeh, our prodigal daughter returns to us after all this time.” Maggan smiled in a way that made Saya feel at unease.
“Aff, my Khan, I have been away for far too long but I have returned for I have been asked to make a request of the Clan.” Saya told the Khan
“There are troubling reports and our Empire is still in a vulnerable state. I am not sure what we have to offer one who has been away for so long, especially when we must look to our own.”
Saya put a leather satchel on the desk then opened it.
“What is this?” Maggan asked
“An explanation of why I have been away for so long.” Saya dumped it on Maggon’s desk.
Small items of all sorts fell out of the bag.
Unit patches, challenge coins, all ordinary items. Except to a Goliath Scorpion.
Maggon examined one of the unit patches.
“One of the units that became known as the Sons of Plunder. This one? Designed by Helena Cameron herself for her fleet. Yes she’s alive and well. You’ve probably heard so yourself even out here.”
“Your language…” said Maggan 
“Apologies. I have been away for a while. I have let myself develop bad habits.” said Sayah
“All these are genuine relics of the Star League?” Maggan asked
“Aff. And I have more to offer the Clan in exchange for a request.” Saya nodded.
“And what would you have of us?” Maggan asked.
“I have been tasked to bring the 71st Light Horse home. The Star League is back and needs the Light Horse.”
“That is not a small request.” Khan stated
“I know. How would you like to meet one of the greatest creations of the Star League?” Saya smiled.
“The fabled Kolossus?” asked Maggan
“Aff. We just need the warriors, equipment will be supplied. Plus a little extra for the Clan.”
“We are still Clan, Saya Yeh.”
“But we also venerate the Star League. Also the First Lord is alive and well and calling for the SLDF. The Homeworlders will eventually come, but if we aid Helena now she will aid us in return.”
“Then we shall answer as best we can.” Khan Maggan Scott stated
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===Hacking a Black Box===
somewhere…
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Memchk
Boot sequence
Boot sequence abort/retry? (Y/N)
Y
Stand By…
Boot sequence fail
Memchk…
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"You are sure you recorded the entire signal?"
Phaedra looked up. The journey to Bolan was not finished, but with so little actually to do outside of damage control drills and maintenance servicing, the saKhan had put her to the task of analyzing and reconstructing bits and scraps taken from the 'Kolossus made destroyer'.
"Neg." she said, "I am, in point of fact, quite sure we did not get the full signal before it was terminated at the source."
"Do the best you can, keep trying."
"Aff."
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Abort/Retry/Terminate?
Retry.
Secondary memory access. 
Passcode Phrase?_________________________________
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She didn't know the password, and so little was left she couldn't guess it…at first.
It's been weeks like this. Fragments locked behind missing links, passcodes, broken processes…but parts of the recorded signal kept trying to compile.
Phaedra got up, checked to assure the isolated terminal was still isolated, and obedient to the rumbling in her gut, headed for the crew mess.
The meal today was fried gruel, with algae-based energy drink and sprouts grown in the life-support garden. Not quite 'real food' but nutritionally balanced and enough, when mixed with the stonebread from the ship's 'bakery' (another processed algae product) to quiet the hunger pangs.
"Any luck?" Mai Roberts sat down across from her.
"ovKhan, you should not be eating here with the lower castes!" Phaedra said surprised
"Yeah, and no." Mai told her, "That is wrong. The food up in the officer's mess is no better."
"But…" Phaedra began
"Garner Kerensky is a good officer. He will not eat premium food while feeding his crew recycles and algae bread."
"Your clashes with the saKhan…" Phaedra questioned
"This is personal, not professional." Mai told her, "Professionally, he is as good an officer as his record suggests. Our clashes are purely of a personal, and therefore, off-limits nature."
“There is always a silver lining but I’m willing to bet warrior mess at least gets a more skilled chef than we do.” Phaedra stated
"Garner sent his down here to serve the general crew." Mai lent her a smirk, "Which is a massive point in his favor with me on a professional level, dinner tonight will include fish, so you might not want to skip it."
“I will be sure to enjoy it, ovKhan.” said Phaedra 
"How goes your project to decrypt the code fragments we intercepted?" Mai asked.
“Slowly, but it does provide me with something to do during our return voyage.”
"Any special hurdles?" Mai asked.
“Seems like anytime I get anywhere close it asks for a password and there is not enough for me to work out what it could even possibly be.”
Mai bit into a piece of Algae-bread, chewed thoughtfully, and washed it down with the 'greenish yellow tea' energy drink. "Hm.. Okay, her body looks like a Hazen, so at some point, Kolossus was, or wanted to, infiltrate the Jade Falcons…do you suppose that that batty old AI might have gone with…with a 'theme'?"
“That would be too easy…”
"It's a machine, right? How imaginative could a machine be?" Mai asked rhetorically.
“Still leaves a lot of possibilities and I still do not know how many tries I will have at the password before it locks me out or deletes the data.”
"Hm. yeah. Better make a copy first." Mai mused.
“Assuming the data is not copy protected, yeah.”
"Good point." Mai nodded, took another bite, chewed, and drank. "You'll figure out something." she finally said.
“Right now my operating theory is that Kolossus’ reputation for sharing knowledge and being an AI will have left context clues to figure out the password. I just need to keep unlocking what is not protected by passwords to find them.”
Mai nodded, continuing to eat until her tray was cleared of food, at which point, Garner Kerensky came into the mess and headed for the serving station.
"Well, good luck, Technician Phaedra." Mai said, "I am needed in CIC." and left.
“Thank you, ovKhan.” Phaedra told Mai
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Password?_____________
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Phaedra frowned, then she hesitantly typed out something she'd heard as a rumour.
The First Rule is [text to look up later]
The screen to her right lit up, a view from a moving camera, of a cell. "We found your victims, Duke Diego. You sold an entire family into slavery."
Phaedra gasped, she was not too surprised to redirect the playback to a clean data chip array.
“This is what the Khan was talking about, the corruption at the very heart of the nobility of the Inner Sphere…”
From the point of view on the screen, she watched as the man struggled in hands, cursing, as he was dragged to the familiar shape of an airlock door, pushed into said airlock and the controls set to 'vent hazardous contamination'.
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"Sic Semper Tyrannus." a woman's voice, the same woman said.
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Phaedra was not a warrior, so watching the man die made her sick. But she was of the Clan, so knowing he was punished for barbarity also made her feel…satisfied.
In the corner of the ongoing horror play, she caught a reflection.
The face was familiar-because it was in the ship's morgue.
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Another voice in the memory spoke, "Trillian Steiner will not appreciate you executing a noble, even one as dirty as Joachim Diego, Atrocity."
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The dead woman's voice, "I don't care, he deserved it and he told the truth-no government court would dare pass sentence on a Planetary Duke, not with half the Commonwealth in shambles. If Helena has objections, well…then I take my punishment. How are his victims?"
"Recovering."
"Make sure we get their testimony, the Archon deserves to know what horrors have gone on out here where she cannot see."
The image faded into static, then, a prompt.
Connection severed, abort/retry/purge?
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Phaedra knew the Khan could make use of this. He had to. So she started setting up a poor man’s copy. A trivid recorder of the screen and started it as she attempted to start the playback over again.
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This time, it was a city,and the city was in ruins. "You're sure it's this way?" the dead woman's voice asked.
"Yes, they did little to hide it." image shifted to a man in rags, filthy and strained looking. "The Mongols made an example, you see…" turn a corner.
An open mass grave.
The image shifted as if the camera were lowering down, and a pale hand picked up a broken doll…still brown with blood.
"Mongols delenda est." then…a shifting…doubling of the image. "Tool, have you got coordinates for the Mongol barracks?"
"I do, Atrocity."
"Engage them. To the bedrock using our dropships. Fighters are to execute no-quarters containment strikes. The local Jade Falcon commander here has engaged in war crimes against civilians. Directive is to deploy automatics in hunter-killer mode to locate enemy survivors and eliminate them. Acknowledge."
"Instructions acknowledged, executing."
"Take the surviving civilians and seek shelter, they won't be harmed by ours, but we don't want to give Star Captain Malthus any hostages."
“We let this barbarity into our Clan…” Phaedra felt herself beginning to cry in despair.
In a puddle, she caught the reflection again-the dead woman in the morgue, from the mystery ship.
The memory flaked away, 
Connection Lost, Abort/Retry/Purge?
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“I have to keep going…See what else this has to show me…” Phaedra was now more determined.
Something nagged at her. Connection… she thought about how the components in the materials lab had been constructed.
"The memories…are associative!"
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Retry.
This time it was a laboratory, and a graying, exhausted woman barely able to stand and clearly frail.
"...once you're out there, we can't have you coming back, the data is going to be purged, Atrocity. I wish it could be otherwise."
"I understand mother. I'll do my best. I'll make you proud of me."
Connection lost.
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"THAT…" Mai Roberts' voice said from behind her, at the doorway, "looked a lot like an older version of Amanda Roberts, can you bring it up again?"
“I will try. The playbacks seem random. If that fails, there is the recording.” Phaedra nodded toward the trivid camera.
"Well…" and Mai stepped aside as a laborer caste from the mess deck came in with a hot-cover plate, "...this isn't. Fish, Phaedra, is considered by some to be 'brain food' and you are working your brain hard on behalf of the Clan."
“Thank you, ovKhan. I must admit I am surprised at your kindness. I had no idea Clan Snow Raven considered such associations acceptable.”
"Don't thank me, Garner Kerensky made the call, I just got the happy coincidence of being allowed to escort it to your workspace."
“Praise to the founder we have been gifted with such wisdom in our Warriors.” Phaedra moved to a semi-clear desk to eat.
"Damned right." Mai said, "I’ll leave you to your meal, good work on figuring some of this…mess out."
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===Invitation from a Foe===
Office of the Wolf Khan
Gienah, Wolf Empire
1st March, 3145
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<<"Hi Alaric.">> the HPG signal was clear, and it was routed from or through so many stations it might as well be from nowhere.
Alaric Ward found himself looking into the holographic eyes of Helena Cameron.
"Ready to surrender already, Helena?" he joked, "or is this a more interesting call than that?"
<<“I haven’t given up on finding a diplomatic solution to our conflict.”>> Helena said
"Boring." he said, "You are supposed to at least open with an empty threat, did they not teach you how 'diplomacy' usually goes among Spheroid Nobles?"
<<“But neither of us are typical spheroid nobles are we?”>> 
"Aff, this is true." Alaric nodded. "So…diplomacy…you are not surrendering, I am not surrendering. What else is there to discuss?"
<<"This wasn't my idea.">> Helena told him, <<"But after consulting with experts, I decided let's just give it a go. How would you like to meet your opponent and size them up, Alaric, before the big fight?">>
“Now you are talking sense. I do enjoy a challenge and seeing what I am up against would be most interesting to me.”
<<"Trillian is getting married, she's willing to offer you an invitation. You'll meet me, and a few of my people under flag of truce and get the kind of read your Watch can't give you.">>
"Married? Who is she?" he scoffed.
<<"He, actually.">> Helena commented, <<"it's to be the social event of the year, I'm told. If nothing else, it'll give you a platform to make your pronouncements and demands. Are you interested?">>
“If for no other reason than I get to make the measure of my opponent. I shall be there.”
<<"April 5th.">> Helena said, <<"That's when the guests are supposed to arrive, the ceremony itself is on the twelfth, Tharkad local time.">>
“I look forward to it.” Alaric told her.
As soon as the connection terminated Sukhanov cleared his throat to get Alaric’s attention.
“Is this wise my Khan, such a distraction when we are so close to being ready?” asked Star Admiral Sukhanov 
"More time to get ready." Alaric stated, "More time to get the fleet units finished and integrated, more time to to finish assembling critical resources and insuring backups and contingencies."
"More time for them, too." commented Sukhanov.
"Aff, but their preparations will avail them nothing." He said confidently, "Time is our friend, Sukhanov, not theirs."
“I hope that is true, my Khan.” agreed Sukhanov
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===Lying Low in shadow of a Battleship===
Office of Director-General
New Lazarus, Star League in Exile
2nd March, 3145
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"You want me to what?" Rear Admiral Amanda Roberts stood, open mouthed in Helena's office.
"Pack up your things, and accompany me on a diplomatic visit to Tharkad, Amanda…and bring Petra." Helena Cameron told her, "We're going to a wedding and I want to show you off to someone very specific."
“Alaric? The guy who’s so wrapped up in himself and his destiny of becoming ilKhan I want to punch him in his stupid face?” Amanda asked.
"Yep." Helena said it lightly, "Also it gives your daughter a chance to experience a royal court-she'll need it when she's older."
Amanda winced visibly. "You're running a game. Not sure on who, but you're running a game."
“Just the one I tried to pretend did not actually exist for a long time but I can’t anymore.”
Amanda looked pained, "Your sister warned me, and I didn't listen…okay, my ship?"
“Is not your ship anymore, Assign someone. One) you’re grounded; Two) Admirals don’t con ships; Three) With Alaric showing up, I think having my chief of intelligence handy would be a really good idea.”
"Oh my gods, you're going to make Juanita come out and socialize??"
“It will be amazing! I cannot wait to watch her squirm.” Helena chuckled.
"So…a long cruise to Tharkad…" Amanda sighed, "You're leaving Dave in charge here?"
"He always was. And he will have plenty of help."
"Cue the Shakespearean comedy…" Amanda shook her head, "Okay…I guess I'm taking Petra to the frozen ass of the Commonwealth…"
“She will look adorable in a winter jacket and boots.” Helena smiled.
“I’m starting to worry you’re getting a little bit…” Reimu said.
“Unhinged? I am almost 400 years old. So yeah, I’m going to let myself have my fun where I can get it. Especially when so often it is serious time anymore.”
"Yeah…but you don't look a day over seventy." Amanda chuckled, "the term is 'batty', Highness, 'unhinged' is for poor people like me that can only afford a single cruiser."
"What about 'eccentric'?" Reimu asked.
"Eccentrics are about fifty kilos heavier than our Lady Cameron, and male." Amanda asserted firmly, "with funny little glass lenses on chains and shiny top-hats."
“But seriously we do need to get ready. Harry’s got to mobilize the Royal Black Watch afterall.”
"We gonna be part of her bachelorette party too?" Amanda asked, "Because if we are…"
“You better believe it. And I have combed through the listings and found all the best exotic dancers.”
"Remember, I'm a single mother, Petra's not mature enough for that!"
"We'll bring a babysitter." Reimu cracked up.
“Or, we can ask Alice since she’s still there as part of Lori’s security detail.” Helena smiled.
“There is something that scares me about the idea of those two being alone together…” Amanda admitted.
“Relax, the worst that will likely happen is Petra’s going to run out of allowance as Alice takes her shopping and eating.” Helena re-assured Amanda.
“I am a little surprised you don’t want to bring Olivia.” Reimu said.
“I’d like to, especially now that she seems to be doing better in her organic remote but she’s also going through puberty and Truk wants to keep her here to monitor her and I agreed.” Helena shook her head.
“Yeah two teenage girls is bad enough, three and I’m pretty sure one of us would have to be scolding someone before the end of the trip.” Amanda chuckled.
“Well at least we don’t have to worry about bringing shotguns.” Helena laughed.
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===Unfortunate Call===
Roberts Ranch
New Lazarus, Star League in Exile
2nd March, 3145
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"No Shotguns?" Petra asked , "Mom!! Trap shooting is a sport in the Commonwealth too! And if I'm going to beat Gloria Malone, I need to practice!!"
"When did you get interested in-nevermind…I'll talk to Her Highness, but I think the Lyrans have certain laws regarding that kind of thing…"
"DUH, it came from you, mom!!" Petra huffed, "That and…"
"Why do you have to 'beat' Gloria Malone?"
"You don't understand me!!"
“How did Helena get through this in quartet…” Amanda pondered. Is this what I would've been like? 
At least Petra didn't slam her bedroom door…this time. maybe if we spend more time together I can understand her better…
The commset on her home desk chimed, and Amanda answered without thinking first.
>>"Hello, not-Elizabeth-but-Amanda, Kolossus is pleased to have this much bandwidth on the new system!"<<
Kolossus, calling, like a civilized person.
"Kolossus, it's…a surprise to hear from you directly… do you know what Petra's doing now?"
>>"I presume Precision is learning how to human."<< Kolossus commented.
"Yes, she is...I should have made you make her a father!!"
A pause…then, >>"Kol-...I lacked the ability. I do not know how, Amanda."<<
"Most men don't." she glared out the window at the corral. "What are you calling me for?"
>>"Atrocity has missed a contact with her liaison in the Commonwealth, and has not entered the data buffer. A check of her last known location shows the wreckage of Potent Tool, the body of Atrocity is missing."<<
"Oh god…who?" Amanda said in horror.
>>"I do not know yet. Whoever did it also salvaged Potent Tool's central core, as well as support infrastructure bearing more conventional memory systems and buffers."<<
Amanda felt horror grow. "You're giving me the 'we regret to inform you' speech, aren't you?"
"Mom?" Petra was at the door to the office.
>>"I regret to confess that, yes, it looks that way. I am sorry, I did not give them sufficient means to protect themselves, or to preserve their consciousness."<<
"Death happens in war, and out of it." Amanda muttered bitterly, "I'm sorry too.." tears started down her cheeks, "You don't think you'll find her?"
>>"I am devoting mobile assets, but no, I do not think Atrocity will be recoverable."<< 
Petra stood in shock, then, "Oh god, Mom…it can't be real!!" she rushed into the office and grabbed the commset, "YOU KEEPLOOKING ITCANTBEREALSHEHASTOBE OKAY!!"
“Even the best lose a fight now and again.” Amanda said quietly.
Petra grabbed her mother, "She's my sister and she can't be gone!! You find her, Kolossus!!"
>>"I, Kolossus, will do my best, Precision."<< the AI's normally inhuman tone was laced in sympathy this time.
"If you can find her, make sure she comes home, Kolossus." Amanda said, "Alive or…otherwise."
Petra was crying, so was Amanda.
Despite everything, all her protestations, she found she knew what to do and wrapped her arms tightly around her daughter.
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"You're sure, Kolossus?" Helena asked.
>>"Kolossus is certain, Helena Cameron. No outbound signal trace and no intact memory modules. Kolossus hopes that Atrocity has been taken prisoner or is otherwise merely out of contact, but the debris field of her vessel and the condition suggests otherwise. Kolossus asks that appropriate grief ceremonials be observed, and that she be listed temporarily as 'missing in action'."<<
“Of course, Kolossus. I’ll have my agents keep their ears open for any contact reports about prisoners being taken but I find I concur. I’ve seen enough wrecks to recognize that it was some rather large caliber naval gun fire that hit her ship, and at close range.” Helena’s left eye began to water as she studied the transmitted image of the wreckage.
>>"Kolossus will keep you updated on the progress of the search, and Kolossus is able to devote some assets to completing the mission in the event the death is confirmed."<<
“Thank you, Kolossus. I’ll see what I can do from my end to supplement that.”
>>"Helena Cameron, if I may, I wish to confess something to you, that I cannot tell Amanda."<< Kolossus tone was…nearly human.
“Go ahead, Kolossus.”
>>"Atrocity was one of the failed experiments…only she was not."<< Kolossus said, >>"She was unique. Kol..I was fond of her, but the others did not treat her…well…while in simulation storage. I am sorrier than I can convey to Amanda over this loss, but it is…more my loss than I expected."<<
“I think on some level she knows, Kolossus. And yeah. I know a little something about outliving your children. Even when it is not a violent end it is not easy.”
>>"I should have been a better father to them all."<< Kolossus said.
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===The identity===
Phaedra’s ‘lab’
McKenna Class Battleship, SLS McKenna’s Pride
2nd March, 3145
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Phaedra didn't need to ask for much in the way of permission at this stop. While the other lower-caste personnel were helping with replenishing stores and refueling from the service vessel, she was in her lab…and it had become her lab, complete with an upgrade to 'Scientist Caste-Artificial Intelligence systems".
"Guess what, Scientist Phaedra?" 
She turned, "I guess…you have new orders, saKhan?"
Garner Kerensky entered and sat down in the empty desk across from her. "Yes, we are to rendezvous with the Khan, he is transferring his flag to the McKenna's Pride at the next stop, and you are being seconded to his staff. It is a great honor." he told her, "You deserve it."
"Both Khan and SaKhan on the same ship…"
"I will be getting off…and Khan Alaric will have to deal with…Roberts."
"My Khan?"
He shook his head, "I know the crew knows." He told her, "You do not have to pretend otherwise. It will, I hope, reduce the tension some to have this change of command and mission." He glanced at the monitor, "What is this?"
"I think..it is her childhood, my Khan..or somebody's, at least. A deeply buried memory from the body in the Morgue."
The imagery was from a tree's branches, "does it have sound?"
Phaedra activated the sound card as a civilian woman in a gingham dress stood down below.
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"Amanda Jane Roberts you come down from there right NOW!!"
A child's laughter carried with it denial.
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The image blinked and it was from someone standing in a half-darkened room. 
Corpses…no…starved victims of horror moved barely in the low light. "Get them some food." another voice…
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"Who is that?"
"The memories are flaky, see?" Phaedra said, "Like they're…they are not as vivid, unless they're horrors like this, or acts of vengeance for them. But I have identified at least three 'voices' in the memory that are 'hers'."
"The little girl, this one…and Allison Hazen, quiaff?"
"Aff. Since there is an element of randomness to the temporal order I have been able to retrieve them I have also taken efforts to capture my screen and audio outputs and edit them together into something more coherent but the work goes slowly."
Garner began to smile, "Keep working on it…you just cracked a mystery."
"My Khan?"
"Amanda Roberts. 'The Great Captain Roberts'." he said, "Now we know who they scanned to create these 'Envoys'. The Snow Ravens will be positively shocked...you know that Mai Roberts is a Trueborn derived from this woman?"
"I…guess?"
"It is true, and now, we know someone borrowed her mind and did not give it back entirely after her demise. I believe our Khan will be quite pleased.." Garner said
“I will do my best, saKhan.”
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===Cooping with Loss===
Nadir Jump Point
M-5.1 Class Drone Destroyer, SLS Juanita Pujol Garcia
New Lazarus System, Star League in Exile
10th March, 3145
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“You finally have all your baggage stowed, Harry?” Helena quipped.
“Apologies, Lady Cameron. I will arrange more mobilization drills for the Royal Black Watch at our next opportunity.”
“It’s a joke, Harry.”
“Apologies, Lady Cameron, I will schedule drills for myself to develop a sense of humor at my next opportunity.”v
"Harry, if you needed that, I'd have you ride with the Amusing Anecdote, I understand they have a handbook on pranks and practical jokes." Helena said with smile.
“Whoosh.” Harry chuckled.
“He was making a joke back, Highness.” Juanita rolled her eyes.
“Damn. Okay you do need to work on your delivery a little, Harry.” Helena shook her head. “Everybody where they need to be?”
“My systems are synched.” Juanita reported.
“Yes.” Amanda added.
“Okay time to get on the road to Tharkad.” Helena nodded. “Navigator, at your pleasure.”
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“But Uncle Alyks promised!”
“Now you know what his promises are worth!”
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Helena shook her head with the beginning of a migraine.
“Carry on. You don’t need your First Lord or Director-General to micromanage things. I’ll be in my cabin if anyone needs me.” Helena unstrapped and left the CiC.
“She’s getting worse isn’t she?” Amanda observed.
“Her medical evals are still within acceptable parameters, but yes. Don’t worry. She’s still on projection for the predicted twenty or so years.” Juanita confirmed.
“Good. I’ve had my fill of people I care about dying for a good long while.” Amanda said sadly.
“A fact of life. There is no guarantee even us AIs are actually truly immortal. Sure we can create copies of ourselves or transfer to new systems, but is it really still truly us? Even so there may still be a limit to how many times we can do so.” Juanita looked over at Amanda. “But what is also part of life is the connections we make. The parts of ourselves that we leave with others along the way. Through those there is an argument that we are all immortal in a fashion.”
“My daughter, Allison, is missing, Juanita. And that is the story we're sticking to!!" her expression was unusually raw.
“I’m sorry. I’m still not very good at being supportive.” Juanita shook her head. “I will refrain for the rest of the trip.”
Amanda looked around for a moment, then, "Where is Petra? She was right here…"
“CiC is no place for a child, so I sent her to her cabin.” Juanita answered.
“For the head of the intelligence agency and one of the chief training officers you are really lousy with people.” Amanda told her.
"True. she is currently not in her quarters…she's…in the drive room?"
"See what I mean?" Amanda seemed to get her emotions under control, "Harry, can I borrow you? We need to retrieve my daughter from a controlled space she should not have access to."
“Passengers… Why do I always have the worst passengers…” Juanita muttered.
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