Colonel Maniac paced restlessly back and forward on the bridge command deck of the SNC Mercury.. Three paces one way, then turning on his heels, three paces the other.
He glanced over at the Brigade Commanders.
“By Corazon, what is taking Googlie so long?” he asked of no one in particular.
“How much time does it take to read and digest the reports of four or five field agents, look over the data intercepts, synthesize them and then encrypt and send them to us?
“A few hours? A day? We’ve been cooped up in this fungus field forever it seems”
Lt-Colonel Kassiopeia looked up. He’d been the least restless of the Brigade Commanders, busy as he’d been with the layout and production of the latest edition of the Phalanx. Plus, negotiations, such as they were, had occupied some of his time. It hadn’t been so easy for the other 3 Captains, though. They’d discussed strategy, played some cards, talked with their men, and generally made the inactivity bearable. All were men of action, though, and fretted under the enforced rest.
“I’ve really no idea,” the Lt Colonel replied. It’s not my field of expertise, but if the agents have as much trouble communication as our Embassy staff, we could be here a while yet”
Kapitan KrysiasKrusader stretched his legs, inadvertently kicking Captain Andemagne in the process. “I did some work for Colonel Googlie a few years ago, when CRYPTEIA was first set up. I don’t think it’s the analysis that takes time – more the fact that the information comes in at different times from different sources and needs to be independently verified.”
Captain Snoddasmannen nodded in agreement. “It took time to set up the network in the captured territories, so I imagine it’s been difficult with the Corporation now that we are in vendetta.”
Colonel Maniac refused to be mollified. “Well he could release it piecemeal – whatever he has. It doesn’t have to be picture perfect.”
He turned on his heel, and stopped in front of the large commlink screen, where the face of Commander Modo looked on impassively.
“What’s your take, Commander? Is the GeneralTacticus ready to go?”
The Commander answered: “Well, Sir, I’d have liked more time to get the crew familiarized with the missile weaponry – after all, we didn’t get a refit in any of our bases, but had to rely on being talked through it by commlink from Sparta Command. The engineers are fairly confident that they got it right, but of course we couldn’t test fire any weapons for fear of giving our position away”
The Colonel nodded, and resumed his pacing, pausing at the sweeping window to look out over the waving fungus tendrils all around them in the ocean. Was the Morgan vessel somewhere close – perhaps within hearing distance? He’d give the command a few days ago for maximum stealth, but it had been difficult masking the welders and armament fitters as they installed the missiles and their firing mechanisms.
He resigned himself to the wait.
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“Sir?”
Colonel Maniac roused himself at the voice.
It was Commander Modo from the GeneralTacticus
“Yes, Commander?”
“We’re receiving the encrypted signals now. We’ll decrypt them and post them on the secure commlink for y’all to see.”
The Colonel roused the others who settled in around the screen to see the agents’ reports and Sparta Command’s analysis.
//begin transmission
Secure transmission from CRYPTEIA Headquarters, order of Colonel Googlie ………………..
Morgan Plama Hoverboat left Mussels a few days ago, heading west into the fungus ……………………
No change to Mussels garrison status – 1 rover chassis syntharmored defensive unit and 2 infantry probe teams ……………………….
Crawler at Morgan Industries moved as expected to the northeast of the base ………………
No change to MI’s garrison contingent – 1 defense attorney team ……………..
Operation PTS seems to be a go – repeat – it is a go …………….
//end transmission
The Colonel looked around the small group of officers:
“Gentlemen, start your engines. We’re going in”
He turned back to the screen, where the Commander could now be seen with his senior officers of the General Tacticus.
“Lead the way, Commander. It’s finally time for action.”
He glanced over at the Brigade Commanders.
“By Corazon, what is taking Googlie so long?” he asked of no one in particular.
“How much time does it take to read and digest the reports of four or five field agents, look over the data intercepts, synthesize them and then encrypt and send them to us?
“A few hours? A day? We’ve been cooped up in this fungus field forever it seems”
Lt-Colonel Kassiopeia looked up. He’d been the least restless of the Brigade Commanders, busy as he’d been with the layout and production of the latest edition of the Phalanx. Plus, negotiations, such as they were, had occupied some of his time. It hadn’t been so easy for the other 3 Captains, though. They’d discussed strategy, played some cards, talked with their men, and generally made the inactivity bearable. All were men of action, though, and fretted under the enforced rest.
“I’ve really no idea,” the Lt Colonel replied. It’s not my field of expertise, but if the agents have as much trouble communication as our Embassy staff, we could be here a while yet”
Kapitan KrysiasKrusader stretched his legs, inadvertently kicking Captain Andemagne in the process. “I did some work for Colonel Googlie a few years ago, when CRYPTEIA was first set up. I don’t think it’s the analysis that takes time – more the fact that the information comes in at different times from different sources and needs to be independently verified.”
Captain Snoddasmannen nodded in agreement. “It took time to set up the network in the captured territories, so I imagine it’s been difficult with the Corporation now that we are in vendetta.”
Colonel Maniac refused to be mollified. “Well he could release it piecemeal – whatever he has. It doesn’t have to be picture perfect.”
He turned on his heel, and stopped in front of the large commlink screen, where the face of Commander Modo looked on impassively.
“What’s your take, Commander? Is the GeneralTacticus ready to go?”
The Commander answered: “Well, Sir, I’d have liked more time to get the crew familiarized with the missile weaponry – after all, we didn’t get a refit in any of our bases, but had to rely on being talked through it by commlink from Sparta Command. The engineers are fairly confident that they got it right, but of course we couldn’t test fire any weapons for fear of giving our position away”
The Colonel nodded, and resumed his pacing, pausing at the sweeping window to look out over the waving fungus tendrils all around them in the ocean. Was the Morgan vessel somewhere close – perhaps within hearing distance? He’d give the command a few days ago for maximum stealth, but it had been difficult masking the welders and armament fitters as they installed the missiles and their firing mechanisms.
He resigned himself to the wait.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
“Sir?”
Colonel Maniac roused himself at the voice.
It was Commander Modo from the GeneralTacticus
“Yes, Commander?”
“We’re receiving the encrypted signals now. We’ll decrypt them and post them on the secure commlink for y’all to see.”
The Colonel roused the others who settled in around the screen to see the agents’ reports and Sparta Command’s analysis.
//begin transmission
Secure transmission from CRYPTEIA Headquarters, order of Colonel Googlie ………………..
Morgan Plama Hoverboat left Mussels a few days ago, heading west into the fungus ……………………
No change to Mussels garrison status – 1 rover chassis syntharmored defensive unit and 2 infantry probe teams ……………………….
Crawler at Morgan Industries moved as expected to the northeast of the base ………………
No change to MI’s garrison contingent – 1 defense attorney team ……………..
Operation PTS seems to be a go – repeat – it is a go …………….
//end transmission
The Colonel looked around the small group of officers:
“Gentlemen, start your engines. We’re going in”
He turned back to the screen, where the Commander could now be seen with his senior officers of the General Tacticus.
“Lead the way, Commander. It’s finally time for action.”
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