Aggy book 2Chapter 55
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The Chief Yeoman murmured into his comm.,
"Commodore Rowan is here, Sir," and getting a reply looked at Silas, "Sir Laurence is waiting for you in the small conference room Sir." and pointed across to the single door. Nodding his thanks, Silas entered the room. He viewed the combination of occupants unhappily, Sir Laurence AND 'Cruncher' Milligan. He became even unhappier when Sir Laurence spoke to him.
"Help yourself to a brew, Silas. We're waiting for Sir James to arrive; he was delayed at the First Lord's meeting; no, nothing to do with this matter. There are times, very few and quickly quashed I hasten to say, when I think I'd like a good war going somewhere so I could with justification pass matters like this off to an assistant. Its just that a peace time Navy seems riddled with egos and intrigue and politics."
The First Space Lord had arrived to hear the last observation.
"And do you really think a war would make any difference? All the study and reading of post war memoirs and histories makes me overjoyed we are at peace. I've long held the opinion that wars are fought on two fronts – one against your enemies and the second against your so called friends and colleagues.
"That's a bit cynical isn't it?" 'Cruncher' remonstrated. Sir James shrugged and got his coffee. As he settled he asked generally.
"What's this meeting about that it needs the First Space Lord?"
"The Cockerel and his Flock," said Sir Laurence, "'The Crypt', as they were once known during their sojourn at Weapons' Development Bureau."
He went on in response to quixical eyebrows of Sir James and 'Red'; Silas just slumped lower in his chair,
"Hezbediah Matthius Samuel McCock, Ensign, Grenoble Defense Force, seconded to Wep Dev;
Eric B. Denholt, PO2, RMN;
Liznargh A. Gort, PO2, RMN;
Sabajhi C. Indira, PO2, RMN;
Gregor A. Kowalski, PO2, RMN;
They are serving as a special research unit out of my office."
As the list was being detailed, 'Cruncher' Milligan's face was becoming a strange shade of red, deeper though than his hair,
"They were junior NCO's" he managed to splutter.
"Well, not McCock" pointed out Sir Laurence,
"The GDF" continued Milligan, "which hasn't existed for the past fifty years gets put in command of a section dealing with warship manning and assisted by four junior NCO's?"
Sir Laurence replied,
"That's all we had and we thought rightly that they would stay under the horizon of the traditionalists. This might explain McCock," he passed a chip to Milligan and another to Sir James who waved it away,
"If that's his paper to Raoul, I've read it!"
Milligan digested the summary as the others enjoyed their coffee.
"Thoreau still good?" enquired Sir James. Sir Laurence nodded.
Milligan passed the chip back,
"Let me tell my story. Four junior NCO's; my staff is going to crap. Appears Colin Bonder, he's got "Naseby", he and his Tac officer Bert Filister, were in the gallery for the second day of that competition and watched my little lot get their heads handed to them. That trick where that big blond makes his squadron disappear really interested Bert. He got Colin's permission, made enquiries and invited Mr. E. B. Denholt to accompany "Naseby" on a trial run; she had completed repairs first; and please bring that little black box with him plus explanation...
Denholt boards just before cast off and stands quietly at the rear of the bridge out of the way. When they are clear of the outer ring Bonder hands over to the Exec and listens as Denholt and Bert discuss that exercise. Bert says he really wants to know how to make his ship disappear and then he'll worry about the Squadron. Colin seconds that...
"We did cheat a bit", Mr Denholt admits "The scenario is a bit artificial in that there is only the one simulator. So I joined our box into" – Colin did rattle off the set number but I've forgotten it - it's the EW master - "If I may I'll hook it up." Colin quibbled about security and Mr Denholt produced a clearance signed by Diana herself saying anything in the Naval Service. Bonder was satisfied and said Denholt had the covers off, power cycle out – EW wasn't activated for this run – his little black box in situ and a test with a meter in about two minutes...
Denholt did seem to know what he was doing. He asked Bert if 'near approach' had "Naseby". They did. Denbolt asked permission to fire up the set and make an adjustment or so. Granted. Small front panel removed, meter connected, screw driver adjustment of frequency made. Denholt asked permission to bring EW on line, granted, activated the warning signal, waited for the reports from the Bosun, no one on EVA and the radio shack anchored its disks, and then tripped the switch. Colin said he always knew what the fastest unit of time was but Approach halved it, "Naseby Naseby please acknowledge stat, over." His coms said "Naseby" was still there and what was the problem. Appears "Naseby" had disappeared off their screens. Denholt pointed out that "Naseby" screens were still operating and asked if Approach would report when "Naseby" reappeared as they were trialling some equipment. After about a minute at cruise power, he switched EW back to standby and Approach confirmed reappearance. Colin and Bert got the ship's experts up into the Captain's cubby and the very technical discussion went over Colin's head, he's tac nav stream. Bert explained after Denholt had gone ashore – without his black box - I'm told it was left in situ. When the black box is tuned from the panel it goes into a mode where, when being actively swept, the shields tune to the probing signal and absorbs them. It has been tested up to five probe freqs at a time. However when the shields are so tuned, if an opposing operator is on passive and the operator is aware of the likelihood and can work his equipment, the ship can be picked up a little more easily at much shorter range as the passive operator will see a hole, but the passive operator has to know what he is doing and his set must be in first class condition. Denholt said Wep Dev had put it to the manufacturers but they squealed 'patent infringements' and are trying to come up with their own but they are really primitive and presently can only manage one frequency. To return to normal shields just to go back to set tuning. Bert got the meter readings and "you can leave that set there and show this Electrician's Mate where to connect ammeter which he is going to mount on the panel" thank you Mr Denholt...
"We are as ready for deployment as we are going to be, Sir. We are tight in crew but we aren't going to get anymore. We are at peacetime establishment level and Manning bluntly state there is no more available for us. Retraining on energy torpedoes is finished but could do with some more practice. Mr Kowalski reports that he is satisfied with the system for manning "Shriek" and practice deployments have gone well. Our ward room is relatively inexperienced particularly in ship handling but...
The PGS major carefully scraped this boots on the scraper besides the door of the Grace and Favour apartment attached to The Round Tower. He then just as carefully scraped them on the door mat before entering his home. Once inside he stood on the carpet square, removed his boots placing them in a box close to his hand, put on soft coverings and walked down to his sitting room. His wife was already seated and pouring his cup of tea to place it gently on the coffee table before him. It was a...
The Queen waved the men to the spindly appearing chairs at the low table off to the side of the office, and asked "Slow?" Aggy seated himself seconds after the Queen seated herself before answering "I want to divide 119 so my tasks will be a bit more manageable and not bogged down in minutiae. I've slotted Slow as Captain D (Grendles) which will probably include "Vector", Denny to take "Warburton" as Captain D (VWs) and Timothy Avers to be Commodore FURS; and before you ask, you...
Slow glared at her putative commander. "You'd do that, wouldn't you?" McCock asked. "Blood's oath I would, and I'd get Denny and Polack to literally sit on you while I commed her. I want your oath, Aggy, and no tricks. You do not personally do any exploration. You command but don't participate. Your oath, now!" "Gently, Slow," McCock said, "you have it. No exploring! My oath on it!" "Aggy, tell me " enquired Major Logan, "are all your subordinates so insubordinate?" Slow...
"Aggy" as Hugh Avers buttonholed McCock outside the Purser's Office the day after the Board Meeting, "on the matter of work force. I've been hearing that the Navy Yard here has been slowing down and has put out feelers for voluntary redundancies. I also had a word with the people on the farms who are basically surplus to requirement and there are some families who have expressed interest in removing the families from the war zone to somewhere neutral and who will look very seriously at...
Polack had his stick in his hand about to insert it into the lock and the door opened to its full extent. He smiled at the short thin brown man standing facing them, "Barati, I'll beat you yet." The brown face split into an excreta eating grin which said 'in your dreams, bossman, in your dreams'. He took their forage caps and was murmuring a quiet "Welcome, Commodore." as a duo of energetic children exploded about either side of him and impacted into Polacks legs with cheerful...
Sir Henry knocked at the open door of the Admiral's Quarters on "Vector" and entered as McCock waved him in to a seat. McCock extracted the chip and placed it into the box file on the table in front of him and then looked enquiringly at his Intel Officer. "A courier headed for the Chens from the direction of Old Earth is two hours out and coming fast. I waited for five minutes to be sure of it. He certainly knows exactly where he wants to go and that means a prior set up RV — last...
Sally and Nan were bustling about the Captain's Cabin, tidying up. McCock had finished his ablutions and was adjusting his waist band attachments; the insistent beeping of his PDA sounded. McCock extracted the instrument as he moved into his office examining its face and it told him this was a com on the FTL link to Mountserrat and very few people had his private com link. "Good morning, McCock." "Aggy, good morning to you, Uncle Gus. Trudie included your com in a list of contact...
Another day passed before the word was received that the RMN BC squadron was returning having found no enemy out to the southeast. At that point, "Vector" began recovering her assets preparatory to returning to the fitting out yard. The only mishap was a Gnat which missed the lights and richocheted off the hull. The Gnat controller was quite shaken; the Havildar tartly remarked that perhaps next time, if ever his grounding was rescinded, he might attend to his craft rather than the female...
"Hello, Aggy" greeted Sir Henry as McCock entered "Vector's" CIC, "to what do I owe this pleasure?" "Your report this morning made the point "Dowager Lady" is expected. Why should we be interested in a small freighter tramping about local space? Apart from the fact they are connected with an attack upon my ladies." "After "Widow Lady" departed, I had a good look at the vids from Fergusons and went over Lloyds register; ran some figures through the 'puter and made a couple of...
Sir Thomas Cassimatis shook the hands of RearAdmiral McDermid and Commodore McCock, "Thank you all for coming, and so quickly too. I would desire an explanation for the rapidity of the journey. Be seated please." McCock noted that on the Admiralty side, the four Space Lords were accompanied by Rear Admirals Rowan and Cochrane. He also noted there were no recorders. "No recording, Sir Thomas?" "No, Aggy, this is to be a truly 'caps in the corner' conference. The sole purpose of this...
King Harold granted the indulgence of Commodore McCock and granted the boon of an audience when the King's duties allowed him to be in the Admiral's Quarters on "Vector" at say four in the forenoon watch which was in an hour's time and the King would honour the Commodore by travelling in the Barge. After all the verbiage, Sir Austen explained it, "Your Grace, Harry wants to speak with you urgently. Would you send the Barge and he is ready now." "Herald King at arms" laughed McCock...
"Commodore, "Gremlin" asks us to come alongside to take on board an EVA; ah, its Captain Gort, Sir." "Thank you, Pilot; we'll come up and squeeze into the flight deck," McCock turned to his seated companion, "C'mon, Marcel, that damned woman and her EVAs has caught us without skinsuits." They both unbuckled and up the walkway they passed the Crew Chief hurrying aft to the hatch and securing his suit hood as he went. McCock signaled Thoreau into the Crew Chief's seat and he...
'Polack' took a deep breath as he punched up the holo of a ship's engine room with figurines placed at points about the diagram. "We decided to look at a destroyer's engine space; we had to start somewhere and all ships are but a destroyer writ large". He waved away McCock's raised eyebrows. "We know that's not absolutely true Sir..." "Aggy." "Uh, Aggy, but as I said we had to start somewhere and small and simple we thought was better than jumping in on a BB's...
After Slow was seated, McCock continued "This news raises a critical decision which has to be made. Ma'am, your Navy must forsake any construction larger than a CA, and absolute priority must be given to Cruise missiles, missile carriers post Wamirant, KeyHACs, some UVAs and CVLs. For the latter we'll have to strip the bases to mount the necessary numbers; and I suggest that the BC construction be changed to make them into CVLs." "Its strange you should raise that matter, Aggy," the...
McCock was entering the shuttle when he remembered. The Queen settled beside him and the PGS trooper closed the hatch and mounted next to the driver. They set off and McCock raised the matter, "Ma'am, what with the hard space work being done, the Flock are finding they are out of our depth with the very high level mathematics involved plus the demands of their command responsibilities don't leave enough time for research these days. I ask permission to approach MU for a mathematican, if...
"Navy radar, this is "Shriek' at the hyper, for the harbour, request clearance, over." ""Shriek", clearance denied, you are to proceed directly to the navy yard, call control on 4315 for onward clearance stat, clear." "Aggy, why do I think we are knee deep in the stuff?" "Alan, I have no idea why you might even contemplate such a thing? Let's see what happens." "Navy control, this is "Shriek", at the hyper, request clearance to the navy yard, over." ""Shriek" you are...
"Aggy, Baron Glanville on the FTL link; do you want to talk with him?" Sally asked from the Purser's anteroom, "line 3?" McCock pressed '3', "Prime Minister?" "Commodore, Willie Bruce, any prospect of patching up the differences?" Silence. "Oh, well, I had to ask; not that I was asked to. Blue Hills was suggesting yesterday that you might have access to political intelligence that we can't obtain in a timely enough manner and he suggested that we send a liason officer down...
"Aggy" commed Slow, "Navy local have just informed me that the covering BC squadron has gone off to the southwest investigating reports of some marauding force taking out merchies. Gorgipest is uncovered and they request we send out our VWs as scouts. I didn't tell them they were tasked and out of the area." "We could send out some UVAs but you have already thought of that, haven't you;" replied McCock, "you want to sortie in "Vector". What is the status of that third...
"Commodore, Crypian McDermid. I have just received signal orders to report to the Admiralty with my staff for discussions regarding possible operations in this area. There is a memo from Evan Cochrane personally asking you attend quote as an observer unquote. A nice touch, that, I thought. When would it be convenient for you to travel?" "Let me mull this over for a bit ... Crypian, I'm going to try something. I'll com you back. Clear." McCock extracted his PDA and entered a com...
"Aggy, I followed up that sniff and I think it is a Chencon courier who snuck out via the South Pole where we don't have cover. And nor does any body else. I have no idea where he went to but if he is coming our way he should be here within three or four days." "Thank you, Henry. Do you think we need to put cover over the other ends of the planets we watch?" Sir Henry answered thoughtfully, "All things considered, Aggy, no, I don't. Originally, we placed the UVAs for sigint purposes...
"Information alpha for Runnymede control. Temperature is sixteen degrees Celsius and pressure is one zero one ninah. Wind is from the planetary south west at twelve knots gusting to eighteen. Shuttles for full stop are to use the western pad to a hover and then follow the marshal to the parking area. Call control on 5675 at fifty klicks... Information alpha..." Alan Avers switched to guard and continued the descent through the atmosphere. Colin Avers remarked "Approaching fifty,...
"Bernard, did you... ?" "Yes, my lord of Montrose, I saw the whole thing on vid as did my planet. It has done one thing for sure and answered any doubters. My capitol is virtually deserted and I haven't given the order to evacuate. The U93 feed seems to be expanded, Aggy. Did you do that?" "Yes, Bernard; I put four U40s down into n space and joined them into the feed from U93." "Would you do the same for U94 if that armada heads this way. I want a full evidence book when I bring...
Sir Henry began again, "Another thing while I've got you; the overheads of the 'Widow' show that there was a period of electronic interference broadcast about the time a 'tainer was discharged from the vessel out of usual hours. We got the feeds from the overheads and have identified the safe house being used. I put in some Ghorkhali teams to follow the people inside buildings and I am seeing an interesting mesh being made. Sidney has been most helpful, he has identified one of the...
The next morning McCock bit the bullet and commed Erin at "The Residence". "Erin. Good Morning. When are you intending to return to Gorgipest?" "Probably tomorrow. Shelly wants to complete her yacht training and then space down in the yacht. We are using the Barge and Trudie, Nan and I will crew her under supervision of Alan and his people. Shelly will christen "Vector" for us and then return here; she doesn't want to leave her work. She feels happier at WepDev. Now, what do you...
To the denizens of the floor, nobody else in the world seemed to think war was coming. It was all surreal. They worked long hours spending weeks on and off planet on short fleet attachments which left the Crypt always feeling dissatisfied. In the Navy, but not in space, navigating a desk going nowhere with blood – upon – the – floor arguments with always higher ranking serving officers from time to time. When he didn't have the duty, McCock, as an Ensign was required to undertake his...
McCock utilized the time between his cabin watches and sleep time in accessing the Naval dockyard library on the black computer. The Head Librarian would have been horrified to learn that anyone could access the memory of the Library. The security and counter intelligence at the yard would have had a collective coronary if they had known that an outsider could get in and just how deep the penetration was. The Library had access to most but not all of the secrets of the Weapons' Development...
"That's it!" screamed Slow coming over the Flock's com. link, "no more, I'm feyed with this local ordering. Aggy, we need a 'gofor'!" McCock found Slow in a pile of mashed and melted mache in the lounge. She was pounding a crumpled mess into a smaller mess with a glue gun. As she heard McCock enter the lounge, she had turned to him offering him a twisted offering of some material which was burnt around the edges. She snarled, "That's two days work. It blister'ering melted; its...
Commander Mathews had given after lunch lectures in the past. "Gentlemen, all the chairs and tables in the middle of the lounge. Now!" "Good, now, Admiral Higgins lead your party at the double five laps around the lounge; Sir, we'll follow. That means everybody," eyeing the Flock who were edging away. The Flock actually handled the wake-up best; they did rigorous daily workouts when on "Trader". Allowing his audience, now awake, to settle, the Commander began, "There is no need...
It was an odd collection of people waiting in the corridor outside the conference room of the First Space Lord. All were in mess dress uniform and were lined up with most senior nearest the door down to the most junior. Vice Admiral Milligan, RMN, Rear Admiral Rowan RMN, Lt Cdr McCock GDF, Chief Yeoman Writer McGraw, Petty Officer 1st Denholt., Petty Officer 1st Gort, Petty Officer 1st Indira and Petty Officer 1st Kowalski. Polack was feeling very exposed on the end of that line. He had been...
The convoys went on and 119 thought of it self as being the forgotten people of the RMN. This of course was not true; transfers and replacements of personnel occurred; compassionate leaves had been granted; promotions promulgated; and repairs and maintenance were forever needed. There were from time to time side trips to the Amiranti Empire. Commander Wallace had received his orders to take "Victoria" back to Mountserrat for refit of a fusion bottle which had become a worry to his Chief...
"Our choices are limited" began McCock over Tabes to his other Captains and the com was being piped throughout each ship. "We don't have enough bunkerage to be confident we would all reach Hebrides. We have enough between us for one to probably return to Mountserrat. So one – do we send one or two ships with everyone on board out to Hebrides, hoping we are not detected while transhipping bunker mass and crews. Two – send everyone on one ship to Mountserrat. Three - surrender to the...
"So, there it is Emily," Elizabeth said in an almost exasperated tone, "Aunt Caitlin, when she stops laughing, says I should leave it alone." Caitlin Winsor, sitting opposite the others, was indeed viewing the Queen's discomfort mirthfully and just managing not to laugh outright, "I also said they should sort it out themselves." Elizabeth glared back at her aunt, "Oh I agree, but there is the small problem that none of them knows about the others – to be exact I presume each knows...
"Still no honours, Aggy?" asked the Second Space Lord with a broad smile which took any sting out of the question, shaking McCock's proffered hand. McCock looked somewhat sternly at him before replying, "'Sniffy' is now in the Grey Line Shipping Company." Turning to greet the PS, "Hello, Sally." and returned her salute. "Good morning, Commodore." And Sally returned the slight frown with a perfectly bland expression. McCock led the visitors to his quarters They settled into the...
Captain Carlton was demonstrating the antics of a decapitated fowl. The news from the Academy was excellent; a full course of fifty candidates had passed selection and were ready for training. They would begin at beginning of next week. Initial kit issues were to be Navy. Initial training was to use atmospheric aerofoil fitted vehicles. More advanced training required introduction to the vessel type to be ultimately used and simulators were somewhat limited for pilot training as opposed to...
Sir Joshua was talking to the multinational regarding assets it was considering divesting in three days. He had organised the 'puters the next day and by that day's end Polack had made the connections with the disorganised assistance of Bollinger- the blighter wouldn't stop drooling and dashing away to enter something else he wanted to explore on the system. In the end, Polack tossed him at Sally to keep out of everybody's way and borrowed some Avers from the 'shop. Polack had Sally...
Angie came into the Purser's outer office as Sally had established the link and was waved by that worthy to the guest's chair. Sally put the link on speaker. "Trudie, Sally, how are you? How are the boys?" "If you mean our two, they are getting on fine. If you mean your lot, they are driving Barati crazy. He says whenever he talks to one of them he has to measure his height and then remember the line of them before he can guess the name of the lad he is talking to; otherwise they are...
McCock was enjoying a post prandial relaxation time in the office attached to the sleeping quarters of the Admiral's Quarters with his Aide, Evan Evans and discussing the visits to the orbital warehouses and the dirtside warehouses and factories associated with GmBH on the morrow. The ladies had arrived and Sally had departed after dinner to see to their meal and to get them quartered; their plan for the morrow was to inspect several properties on the outskirts of Gorgiepest for their...
McCock listened while donning his skinsuit to Hugh Avers tale of woe with regard to the Navy's decision not to accept the past six month's production of UVAs and Keys giving as their reason that they wanted to concentrate on the newer missile pods and at present they claimed there were sufficient tractored missile controllers in inventory to cover needs for twelve months; Navy was pushing very hard to get as many HAC CV hulls into operation as they could. "I spoke to Admiral Rowan two...
"The Green Man" proved pleasant enough, catering as it did for the middle level at the yards and occasional residents of itinerant ships' officers. It was within walking distance of the shuttle ramps to both yards hovering in near orbit and to the city dirt side. The hotel had a well stocked bar and kept a good board for the steady flow of diners; you didn't dine out there, you 'ate', - a dockside café rather than an up town restaurant. Mine Host ran his establishment well and pardoned...
The flock had gathered in the Rec Room. They had doffed their skin suits and were hooked about the table except for Slow who was still in the Cabin but on the intercom. McCock took a deep suck on his bulb, "Now, tell me about the yacht," to Polack and to Slow's gurgling chortle "and you stay out of this M'lady." "I've got to talk to you about 413 first, Aggy, its important." McCock considered momentarily. "Go, but I still want the story on that yacht." "The work on 413 is a...
McCock was swiping his card for Room 3003, when he heard the lift door open and then light footsteps. He braced as a remembered voice said "Ah! Making a good impression I see. Its first names – respectfully, please note – between officers at least. Paul.", all said with a pleasant smile. "Uh. Well I was called "Aggy" at the Academy – I came from the R.M. Agricultural and Military College" in response to the interrogating eyebrow. "Good engineering that lot" as he padded ahead of...
Rowan was alone in the Dungeon having as usual arrived early. He had just replenished his coffee from 3003, sat himself down and punched up desk top com when the alarm lock sounded off. Someone – very high up- had been trying to get him before he had arrived, putting a lock on his com to open the link as soon as he punched in and that spelt major trouble. It was. The features of a stressed out Aide – de – camp to Admiral Dame Diana Halliday, Captain Percy Gantry, appeared on the screen....
The navigator alert notified McCock that his last way point was fast approaching. After obtaining clearance, McCock, going manual, turned and took up the yard's heading. He was pointed at a solid flare of white light, which, as he came closer translated into the glare of several large portable lights illuminating the wreckage of the yard outer gates in which was embedded one end of a barge – about three to five hundred tonnes he thought. He hoped it was the low end of that size or the inner...
"How much of this goo do we need anyway?" moaned Cowboy as he twisted himself between the barge hull and the coffer dam edges, trailing the applicator tubing over his suit's shoulder. He rotated to prevent the umbilical cord looping about the suit. "A lot" came the rumbling reply from Polack, "keep it off the sealing area – it's a devil to remove without using a vibrating chisel and that scratches the surface and that's not advised. That's me finished. How much longer for you,...
McCock went on, "When I read it, there was a major competition for racing yachts, multicrew, space capable, not hypercapable, to be held off Griffen in three T-years. We will establish our reputation by winning, I hope, that prize. It will explain why there are parts of the yard closed off; it will give cover for when we are working on it; the yard's machinery will be available for us when needed; our mock ups won't look out of place and we can space test the yachts in plain sight. EW can...
Milligan completed his inspection of the HAC and departed to continue his inspection of the Navy Yard. The Horde discovered "Offspring". Whenever some of them were at loose ends, they would take "Offspring" for a run out to near space. It would have been hilarious to the Flock, listening to Flag Officers squabbling with Chiefs as to who would be coxswain, except that they were being worked hard whilst intruders were playing with their toy. However the 'put out' feeling was being...
"Can I help you?" Angie turned to a red haired woman about her age. 'Deity. Who is she? The way she holds herself;' "The lounge? I was told ... directed to the lounge. I believe there is be a confidential discussion and I have yet to complete my business." "I'm Sally McGraw, dogsbody and general factotum, the lounge is over here. Coffee?" "Angie Merton. Thank you. Both please before you ask. Have you any idea how long they'll be?" Sally shook her head, returned to her office...
The Flock were in "Shriek" doing maintenance assisted by the crew of NCOs who were presently under training. The routine was broken by McCock's com. There was a whining conversation which the others were shutting out. "Oh! Shit! SLOW?" "Dammit! Denny, not into the com, you nearly blasted my head off" aggrievedly said Slow, "I'm sitting next to you. Ooooh what's wrong?" As a blonde Denny had naturally a pale complexion but as he looked at Slow, he was almost transparent, "We...
The "Crusher" topics had been dealt with somewhat to Gold Roper's relief; he had been dragged into them and his experience and knowledge has been sorely tested by five highly dedicated minds. The topics had been widened by the introduction of "Shriek" into the simulations. The crew was kept active as was needed on the constant convoy duties to break the tedium and maintain their standards. The crew, grumbling about being underpaid and the extra work they were having to undertake, was...
Evan Cochrane was a humane man who had realized early in the deployment that, with a certain amount of finagling, he could send detachments through the Junction so that his crew members could make contact with their loved ones as much as was possible in war years. It was noticeable that the crew's adaptability allowed more partnered than single "ashore on Raffles" and the opposite in Paracelsian or Amiranti ports. Polack was one of those who enjoyed "shore leave" at Raffles but events...
The disaster at Gorgipest had burst over the faxes on Settlement. The Brown Hollow government fell. The old team were back at the Admiralty. People with relatives or friends on Gorgipest were worried. There was a number of women on Settlement who had partners and friends on 119. They were worried almost literally sick at the lack of news plus the added worry of a babe orphaned before its birth and the prospect of children never knowing a father. There were glaring gaps in the knowledge of the...
The Navy Board would have been surprised at just what McCock and his friends had been doing. He desperately needed crew for the surviving destroyers. "Shriek" needed to be in six places at once and the demands on that cohort were extreme. He enlisted navy personnel who had no work with the yards in the state they were in. He took only those who would swear to his service. This did restrict his choices but he wanted no conflicts of loyalty in his ships – "You either trust me or you...
Two pairs of women smelled a large dead rodent when the news of the proposed settlement for salvage of Gorgipest broke. There was a suspicion that the leak came from the Palace which very pointedly indicated that it did not comment on any matter. The survivors of what they called the "Death Ride" had spent a little of their time researching and discussing salvage in all its ramifications. They had come to a conclusion that GmBH as owner of the salving vessels was going to get a very big...
"This McCock fellow seems a bright young man. I like his ideas." Sir Victor Carlton glanced across at his putative commanding officer as that person flicked across the screen in his PDA. "And why's that Sir?" Captain acting Commodore Peter Scott RMN shifted his eyes to look at the other occupant of the office. Carlton was tinkering with the entrails of the desk's 'puter, "You will be able to put that back together again, won't you, Chief? I might need it from time to time for...
"I lied" McCock said bluntly to Commodore Tremaine and Captain jg Sir Victor Carlton as they stood in the Command Centre of HMS "Infamous". Sir Victor said "Aggy, I got that horrible sinking feeling when I read our orders. You wrote them didn't you? They were so vague – couldn't have written them better myself. Of course, this fine upstanding example of an RMN officer couldn't envisage anyone being so sneaky. Now the full story Sir." McCock looked at his COHAC with a slight smile;...
"Where is Andrea, Millicent?" asked McCock as the Squadron approached the Maureen's Moon junction. "She joined "Infamous"." "Without permission makes you stowaways." Millicent smiled widely, "I think I'd prefer to call myself an official observer." They sat in McCock's cabin where Millicent Utah was almost inhaling her second helping. "Where were you?" "In the Boat Bay ready room. I was there before you left and your crews regarded me as part of the furniture. We never...
"Giant" had hove to in the upper part of the epsilon hyperspace band. Captain Felix Arburthson had ever so carefully manoeuvred her to this position on the cosmos side of the Mountserrat system which sat in the outer edge of the Orion Cygnus arm of the Milky way. He had direct coms with his Commodore and his Captain D; in fact, Aggy and his Flock were on the bridge of HMS "Infamous". He had TQO "Shriek" in company and there was a wide circle of UVAs around them. His vessel's two UVAs...