Getting ready to go

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"Phil I want all security officers on duty within 20 miniutes,
Kochanski and Jay I want all fighters and pilots ready too." She
looked at the others once again. "Well..... MOVE!!!"
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John was in medical when the call went out for the pilots and
security team to tool up. He'd been waiting in line for about an
hour, the night befores brawls had enguled many of the crew leving
few withought minor injuries, his however, had been mainly concussive
and pacifying blasts from a liberal Phil afterhe got his hands on a
water cannon. John's nanos hummed into life, giving off some feedback.
"Hey John th-<crackle> -ymion is tooled up and ready, but i'd suggest
using a sta-<whine, fizz> -ug for this. I was tinkering with it la-
<fizzle> -nd i re-" The nanos cut the feed.
"Damn.. gonna need to get another nano shot..."
Nanos are a loosely used form of communication used by security and
exploration teams. They allowed one to subvocalise through diracian
space. Basically, the words didnt need to be said, coming directly
fromt he throat, being ransmitted digitally through space as special
electromagnetic waveforms and to other nanos which vibrated the
earbone directly. Theoretically this meant that users can tune in on
a frequency much like radio technology and speak and recieve
clandestine messages, tho true subvocalisation is incredibly hard, so
most people speak in a whisper out of habit. The downside is they are
treated as a foreign body in your system meaning for a few days after
a shot your body will treat them as a viral infecton, creating
antibodys and causing feverd symptons and hallucinations. They also
tend to wear off every 4-6 months of use as they biodegrade.
There was a neat pile of ash and the smell of burning paper in the
room. This however is an improvement on the usual tar filled cigar
and engine oil musk.
"Woah, Keats, you aint thinking of flying her are you, you did get my
message didnt you?" Severn asked, a faked look of concern across his
face.
"Yeah yeah, sure.. dont worry, i can fly this baby" He jumped in and
closed the roof of the converted Archaic Mig.
"Hell, with its engines, guns and shield, and of course, lil Quil
here this baby is unmatchable... cept to the Phoenix.. stupid Jay
thinks he owns the vacuum..." He thumped his fist down on the flight
stick and accelerated out of the makeshift hanger door used primarily
to smuggle contraband onto the 'Dwarf.
"He didnt hear me did he... ah well... im sure he'l realise soon
enough..."
Severn glanced over to the table where a large piece of metal with
suitably science fiction looking wires and LED's hung out. This
1950's Sci-Fi prop just so happend to be the 'Endymions' shield
batteries...
John brougth his ship into the hanger. Against the other ships it was
well undersized. About the same length as a 'Bugs cockpit and not
even half the height. It was also slightly underarmed, using mass
drivers which could tear apart light aircraft but required large
amounts of ammunition and would barely scratch the larger capital
ships of the Hymopthertera. or whatever they were called. He half
fell and half plummeted out of the cockpit, landing flat on the floor
with a bounce. Getting up he headed to the nearest crewman.
"Right, wheres Jay at then?"
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