Chp-32: Hazardous Offers
Lab-Tech Bori Fulto
Minda System, Ugea, Accordia, R&D Bio-Lab
The new bio lab was not nearly as nice as Bori had wanted. His previous places of employment, both having been mega-corporations, had larger, more advanced and extensive labs. In comparison, the recently built bio lab in the Mindan R&D building was mediocre.
Sure, much of the necessary equipment was available, but it was usually older models. Reliable, fully functioning and well within acceptable limits, but lacking both the conveniences and in some cases functionality that more advanced equipment would allow for.
It was truly unfortunate. Minda gave him a great deal more freedom in how he worked, yet lacked the technology to let him do what he wanted. Still, the governor was generous, and if good results were produced he could see more advanced technologies being shipped in.
He could imagine it now. The latest bio-readers, dissection droids, maybe even a-
"Imagining a lab again?"
He shot a glare at his companion, scoffing. "I was simply noting the lab's lack of advanced equipment, and how that will hinder our efforts."
"Yeah, we could do with some better gear. Still, we have a job to do." said Gorlan, an irritable smirk marring his face.
The Nikto was standing next to him as the two pulled on their hazmat suits. Bori's was standard issue, as he was human. Gorlans, on the other hand, was reinforced at certain points to account for the spikes and claws that were naturally occurring amongst his species.
Having finished suiting up, they step through the airlock, the hiss of the sterilization agent being sprayed all too familiar. Entering the lab, he takes a second to look around.
As usual, the hazard lab is sparse. A large loading bay in the back for larger cargo(pressurized, of course), a multitude of tables, and a center spine that holds modules for most of the tech they use.
From the cargo bay, a LECA steps forward. Unlike the weapons those hyperactive brutes up in Engineering, the LECA here was elegant. Shining white plates of sterilized metal covered every inch of the machine, with only the tiniest gaps to be found for the joints. This kit, the Bio-Hazard module, was built for the sole purpose of moving around hazardous materials or in hazardous environments. It forsook weapons and heavy armor in exchange for being internally sealed with its own miniature life support, and some tractor beams attached to the shoulders.
As the mech walks in, it carries in its hands a sealed box. Setting it down on one of the tables, the LECA steps back, making its way towards the cargo bay. There would be many more bodies to transfer in the coming hours and days.
"Alright then, let's see what we're working with here." stated Gorlan, pressing a button on the box's side. As it opens, they get their first real look at the individuals that had attacked some troopers at site 8-12-F.
Bori was already typing into his PDA as Gorlan started listing characteristics. "Human, male, approximate age seems to be mid-30s. Copious blaster burns, large enough to only have come from the LECA that was on site for the attack. Skin is dark grey, not natural."
He lifts one of the arms carefully. "Blood under the fingernails looks old. Possible signs of struggle before becoming…this." Grabbing a scanner, he starts moving it up and down the body.
"Necrosis…minimal. Subject was alive when they became like this, and alive after." As the scanner results came back, Gorlan looked a mite surprised.
"No signs of mechanical augmentation. Muscle seems…denser. Bori, take a look at this."
Studying the scanner, Bori hums. "We need a more in depth scan, but the muscles seem unusually dense."
As they prepped the larger full body scanner, Bori ruminated. Abnormally dense muscle, to the point that the body should be twice as bulky.
As the full body scanner whirred, Gorlan turned to him. "This man should be at least twice as bulky as he is now with that kind of muscle mass. Muscle density in humans does contribute itself to a leaner build but…"
"This kind of density is abnormal, to say the least." finished Bori.
"Yeah. Some kind of bioaugmentation, to be certain."
"Most likely, yes. But that doesn't explain the lack of mental faculties displayed by the subjects."
"True" agreed Gorlan. "Even if they weren't sound of mind, basic instincts should have made them run when confronted by an armed LECA."
"Yes. While they likely didn't understand what was killing them, they would have understood on a primal level that something there
was killing them, something their minds should have run from."
By then, the scanner was finished. Looking at the results, it was…incredible, to say the least.
"There seemed to be a force keeping the muscles as dense as they are." stated Bori, intrigued by this discovery. "But how? The body is dead, there should be no movement or energy being expended to keep them this way."
"Nano-droids, maybe? They would certainly be small enough, and they need specialized scanners to detect."
"No, not likely. Nano-droids are manufacturing machines. They don't function well within life forms. Don't you remember that one incident during the Clone Wars, where a man infected with Nano-Droids exploded in the Jedi Temple? Nano-droids are strictly regulated, and any code that makes them interface with the living has…explosive results."
Gorlan pushed his discomfort at the mention of Jedi away, and focused. "So, Nano-droids are unlikely, and there's no augs keeping these muscles like this. What can it be then?"
Bori sighed, frustrated at the situation. "I…don't know."
As they ruminated, a ping came through on both their PDA's. Sharing a look, they check their messages, before looking at each again.
"The lab they found seems more like a church. I mean, idols? Tomes? Rubber balls? Circles of blood?"
"Primitive tribes and species often equate medicine to their gods, do they not?"
"Yeah, but that's usually because they don't know why the plants they eat do what they do. In this case, they clearly knew what they were doing, at least to some extent."
The two of them looked at the pictures, and at the readings. Back and forth, back and forth.
"You don't think…" said Gorlan, eyes widening in fear.
"It could be…" replied Bori, suddenly nervous.
"Lets just…send this up the chain. I think this is a little beyond our paygrade."
"...Agreed…"
"...after all, the Inquisitorius is not to be trifled with."
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Commodore Ife Veers
Edin System, Belt Haven, Gladiator-II-Class Star Destroyer Theorem
The conquering of the Belt Haven had been a pitibly easy task. Without the stream of more powerful, Crowns related ships the Haven had been weaker than ever before.
With the power of a flotilla and an inordinate amount of ion torpedoes launched from some recently acquired
Swarm-class missile boats, the vast majority of the pirate ships had been disabled in port, with those still crewed turned into floating wrecks as they tried to escape.
After that, it had been up to the clean up crews to get the rest done. And get it done they had.
A few LECAS had locked down the port, while kill teams had scoured the rest of the base, arresting those who surrendered, and putting down those who didn't.
There were more bodies than prisoners by the end of it all.
Now she was overlooking the asteroid as transports jumped in, filled with supplies and mechanics whose job was to make sure the base was retrofitted into its future purpose as Edin's tradeport. It was certainly large enough to fit the role, and came with a dock already. Given a few months, it was certain to become a centerpiece of Edins economy.
"How is the Lucrehulk doing?" she asked, seemingly to the air.
"The retrofits are currently underway. It will be fully ready within five months, and operational as a flight academy within three, Ma'am." replied Hrax, the Mirialian woman tapping away at her PDA without even looking at her.
The two of them had come to this sort of arrangement over the last 6 or so months. Hrax was an incredible multitasker, and Ife pursued efficiency in her command. This meant that they rarely looked at each other when she passed orders down the chain, with Hrax constantly running numbers, managing other parts of the ship, and more.
"And about the list of ships for the new Edin system defense fleet?"
"The Governor regrets to inform you that due to projects on the ground, he could only authorize a total of 30 million credits for new ships and crew. He also said that the TIE Patroller factories are at least another 4 months away from beginning production at the earliest."
"Understood. I will have a list sent soon."
"Also, Ma'am, a message has come through for you. It's from the new Sector Admiral, Forun Heeter."
"Understood." was the only thing Ife said in response, already pulling up the message on her PDA. Admiral Heeter was a damn sight better than his predecessor, having actually put in the work to improve the sector with what he had. Still, she doesn't really know him, so in her mind had yet to prove himself.
Checking the message, she worked to not allow a single iota of shock to show itself on her face. The message had all the trappings you would expect from military politics, a combination of politeness and subtle mentions of the sender's authority over the receivers.
What really shocked her was the offer made. The Admiral was impressed by her work, and was offering a position in the Sector Group. It wouldn't be a direct promotion to Rear Admiral, like she wanted, but it was an opportunity. She would be bringing in the Theorem to work as support for the operations conducted by the VSD's, and could therefore earn more reputation in said operations. It was the next rung on her climb to the top.
It was not a rung she trusted.
The first clue was that she would not be assigned command of one of the existing or soon to be repaired VSDs. Instead, the Theorem would be dragged away from the Mindan flotilla. This could signal that the Admiral was trying to weaken Minda, or sow discord between the Governor and herself.
The second clue was the language. It was just like the political speech of most higher ranking military officers. Therefore, the Admiral was not likely doing this solely because he believes her to be worthwhile. There are games afoot.
Normally, she would have taken the offer regardless. Naval politics are a game she has been learning, and would have to adapt to if she wanted to raise herself. But this was different. Minda, and now Edin were expanding. If a place is prospering, there will be those who wish to see it fall. That means opportunities for her to grow.
With a few taps, she sends a response. A well worded way of simply saying that she would like some time to think about the offer. Stalling, really.
Ife looked back out the window of the
Theorem. It was a waiting game now. To see which side would bring her more value.
At the end of the day, the Navy was a tower. One she would stand at the top of.
No matter what.
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Hi there folks! Sorry for the unusual delay, but I only now just realized how important planning chapters is to me. I usually write down my chapter plans in a little notebook in the middle of math class, since my math teacher is a luddite and we don't use computers in that class. Thing is, I don't have class Friday, and I ran out of the chapters I had already planned. I legitimately could not bring myself to plan out new chapters unless I was in class. Thankfully, I pulled through and planned this one out yesterday, and am writing it now before I drive my ass 45 minutes to college.
Now, it seems that overnight a lot of y'all got heated enough to bring down the wrath of the gods. Fuckin wild. Not even 50 chapters in yet.
But, I figure I should explain how the whole blasters vs bullets thing will go down in this story.
Within the confines of Governors Gambit, the story will go as such. Blasters are more efficient because of ammo and logistical chains, while slugthrowers, given advancement, can fulfill more advanced and specialized roles due to exotic ammo types and, depending on the weapon, long ranges, projectile speed and high penetrating power. Again, these are the more advanced weapons that will take a while to develop. There's a reason the railgun AA isn't being used that often. For all its power, it needs special ammo that holds an ion charge for it to pierce shields. Only the high projectile speed combined with the charge allow it to turn fighters to dust once they're in range.
Tl:dr, blasters efficient at scale, slugthrowers useful at specialized roles.
Now, onto the actual fun stuff.
Fleet building! The Edin system needs defenses, especially because it's got a much larger criminal problem than Minda. While some of the Mindan forces will support Edin, it is preferable that whatever you come up with can handle its own.
Remember, your budget is 30 mil. If the ship is Imperial, and it hopefully is, then you can assume at max a 10% discount from requisitions, and even then only on the stuff that isn't super high priority. If you order an ISD, there will be no discount.
Have fun, and try not to get the Hammer of the Gods brought down again, pretty please?
Thanks for reading!
-Freefaller