This was meant to be yesterdays update:
Been cleaned up a little.
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Been cleaned up a little.
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“BAT Lancer. There’s nothing else it could be,”
Such was the judgement of the newsgroup.
“That explains how they could accelerate so fast inside the Jovian magnetosphere,”
“How?”
[i[“Those things have a variable drive field. It has sensors that can read the entry interface of the drive field, and can dynamically alter it’s field geometry to compensate for any distortions,”[/i]
“Wow... that must take what... like an insane amount of processing power,”
“Yeah. They were built more as a technological statement, a demonstration what HERL could do. They were a real technical tour-de-force, but they were overpriced, cramped.... maintenance dogs. The resonator memory in the drive computers has decoherence issues, And when it goes they have to be replaced as a whole unit and those things are *not cheap*. Not to mention the headaches from the drives themselves. And the bay doors jam open easily limiting top speed until closed.”
“Not that many were built, IIRC. Only really popular with Browncoats who didn’t mind paying a premium for a smooth ride, or with folk who wanted most of the combat ability of a ‘Bird, with a bit more cargo space.”
“The Outlaws are so much better for just about anything. And almost as fast. And probably easier to hide because they’re getting common. Or even a pair of Blackbirds. Only an idiot or someone who couldn’t get anything better would use it for something like this. You see how the doors jammed open on them as they escaped. If it weren’t for Jupiter, the Soyokaze would’ve run them down easily.”
Maico sighed. “Never understimate the ability of the interwave to nitpick and bitch.” Come up with a confirmation of what kind of spacecraft they use, and get a series of posts about why it sucks for the job and the group using it are idiots.
“But of course, they wouldn’t use this type unless it gave them some edge. They outran the Soyokaze, and don’t forget, it is a stealthy spacecraft, something which they use to their advantage.”
“And if they really wanted stealth, they’d fit a cloaking device.”
“You remember that accident over Venus? A shuttlecraft ran smack into a cloaked ship. Boom!”
“These people clearly aren’t idiots. It clearly works for them,”
“One good thing is that they’re so rare, it shouldn’t be (too) hard to track them all down. Most people only own one or two, and since the RR did say how many they’ve built... a little addition and...”
“Bingo! Find out where they’ve ended up. Even if one’s missing someone’ll know who it was sold to, or we’lll get a description,”
“But of course, that’ll be a lot of work,” Maico told herself.
She sat back into her chair and switched over to the next window. Her collection of data on these Knight Sabers had grown from a single video, to an entire Mnemosyne’d disk drive. She had all thirteen episodes; the eight originals and the final five from the cultural section of the Whole Fenspace Catalogue. She had Bubblegum Crash. She had the 2040 series and it’s sequel. She had the Adam Warren comics. She had an archive of the ancient alt.fan.bgcrisis newsgroup
The only thing in that which had been remotely interesting where some discussions on building a hardsuit out of wavium way back in 2011, and a slightly overweight man in a shed who’d managed to pull it off.
She held the image on her monitor for a few moments. Whoever he was, he wasn’t exactly bad looking. Loose the stubble around the chin. And there beside him, matching him in shoulder height was a blue and white hardsuit with wings.
“Hey guys. Well, the thing works but somehow, I don’t think it’ll fit. Poxy thing quirked on me as the wave-armour was setting, Guess what? Knight Sabers are women... so’s the hardsuit. Amn’t I a gobshite for not figuring that out beforehand?”
“I searched his handle and email address, and nothing at all. Whoever he was, he vanished off the face of Planet Earth and the internet sometime in November 2011. He just stopped answering messages.”
It was obvious what that meant. “He was either imprisoned. Or he made it up and severed ties.”
She was drumming her fingers on her keyboard.
“I need a break,”
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