We're back now, and we'll make that everyone's problem soon enough.-Colonel John Jane Tenfingers Ranadheer, TerraSol Marine Corps, aboard the Grey Lady as part of Task Force Lonely Peach
We grind until the next score, Telka. That's all there is. That's all there ever is. - N44
The bridge lights were red when Imna arrived.
Captain Decken and soone that Imna knew she had been introduced to but couldn't rember the na of, were staring at the holotank. A DS was in the holotank, a snarling razor edged tangle of code with baleful red eyes by the dozen that blinked and slowly shifted around in the crystalline stained glass shards of the body. The DS was next to a strange thing in the middle of the tank.
To Imna, it looked like so kind of undersea creature, with a dozen tentacles that had spread out from a bulbous body, all black with red highlights. The tentacles looked as if they had a dozen narrow spacecraft stuck to hidden suckers.
Wrexit AKA W44, was sitting in a chair staring at the tank.
Like Imna, everyone was in one of the armored vac-suits. She was late because she had been at the indoor range, practicing with the force lance, when the alert had sounded for all hands.
"There you are, Mister Imna," Captain Decken said. His habit of referring to her in the masculine term had been disconcerting at first but now she was used to it.
"What's happening?" she asked.
"Our quarry led us to... sothing..." Captain Decken said slowly.
The DS turned a half dozen eyes onto Decken.
"It is not a Hellspace shield we are familiar with, although ship's sensors can detect the bandwidth and energy wavelength emissions," the DS, one "Enduring Hateful Code
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