Dark Echoes - Part 15

Is this gonna work? Aaen asked himself sharply, watching the mother ship's hull draw nearer in the main viewscreen. The mother ship is only partially without power, and the latest report from Jones indicated they were already able to begin repairing whatever damage the torpedoes had done to knock out what could-be. . . Shoot, Aaen gasped. .a ship that size is a fortress! There were so many ports on the outside of its hull. . . The closer they got, the number seemed to double by the second—

Jones reported their main power grid was already 25% operational, and that number was climbing, quickly.

“I fixed the main power grid!” Jorgensen declared, “There’s still a big hole in the hull. I’m working on repairing it!” The ship’s microscopic engineering drones were hard at work trying to fix that much. This was going to be a project, Jorgensen realized—the jagged protruding hull fragments were going to take some time to put back together so the engineering drones could finish the repairs by repairing the damage on the molecular level. This would ensure the hull was completely repaired, as though there was never damage to begin with. It would probably take that much to give them the best chance at winning—

Great, Smith thought to himself, eyeing the flowing sensor data on Jones’ computer—the mother ship’s power grid had jumped in functionality by another 10%. What could possibly be repairing that much of a ship so dogg    one fast? He asked himself, contemplating the next sensor scan—

“I’ve accessed their docking port controls. .I’m opening their docking bay doors. . . There is no guarantee that they won’t be able to intercept the computer connection to surprise us and take control of Odyssey, Cap,” Connors declared.

Aaen nodded. “Do what you can, Connors,”

“Aye, sir,”

The crew watched as the doors opened. At the same time, Valiant gradually floated back into the vacuum of space.

“Get the tow online!” Aaen commanded, gesturing over his shoulder, then wrote down a triple-sequence of numbers and handed them to Wilson over his right shoulder, “Wilson, standby for emergency evasive on this heading,” Wilson entered the numbers. Odyssey’s maneuvering thrusters fired to adjust the ship’s new heading.

“Tow attached!” Connors declared.

“Sandberg, standby torpedoes!” Aaen pointed, “Wilson! Best-speed!”

“Aye!”

There’s gotta be a way to get the Valiant online and combat-ready, Smith wondered. . . The look on Aaen’s face told him he was thinking the same thing. 

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