The Ghost Fleet Part 1
Plan 112 Phase B: A New Beginning
A Year Ago, Ghost Fleet Construction Yard II (Certes I)
Hope is the expectation that something outside of ourselves, something or someone external, is going to come to our rescue and we will live happily ever after.
Dr. Robert Anthony
Dr. Janet Yamidovosok, one of the leading Segan specialists on impulse drives and engines glanced over her paperwork. Attached to her new impulse designs was the new technical specification files on the next generation Segan Heavy destroyer and Segan Heavy battleship. She glanced over the attached picture of the vessel docked just outside her office and looked up from her desk to take another look at the vessel she had had a hand in developping. Her citizenship in the Segan Monarchy was contradictory, she had been born on Earth and she had lived in the Federation all her life. Yet when she was 20, she applied to an exchange program at her Engineering college and was exchanged with a student from the Monarchy. Since then, she had never returned to her home, fascinated by the Monarchy and in love with ship designs produced by the minds of the Monarchy. Yet, she had grown to a level of prestige little given to a foreigner, and had grown to be called "the most amazing engineering specialist the Monarchy had ever produced." If only the reporters knew, she wasn't Segan originally, but she definetely had a love for them.
Captain Patrick Anderson walked out of the dark vessel and stepped onto the connecting umbilical that kept the vessel tied to the station. Captain Anderson turned and looked out the window to stare at his new command, he smiled seeing the triangular warp nacelles unpowered, giving the ship a serene, and prestine look of a sleeping panther. The new design was unique indeed, he stared at the vessel for a moment, a completely different vessel from anything the Segans had designed before. The neck of the vessel was quite amazing indeed, and he stared the forward most section of the new battleship, he smiled, thinking of what the vessel was capable of doing on paper. Now, he hoped, they would be able to make the ship practical, as well as ultra powerful. After staring at the ship for a couple minutes, he continued on his way out, feeling the airlock bidding him goodbye from the Selevenar. He turned his head from one side to the next and made a right turn towards the Ghost Fleet's Research and Development sections. He noted the difference in uniform between those associated with Plan 112, and those who were not... in fact, they were already wearing the next generation multipurpose uniform and they were very large changes between the two uniforms. Anderson enjoyed his uniform, the constrast of bright yellows and grays made his uniform more lively than previous uniforms, from what he had heard, a Federation company had actually made the uniform, Nike's ACG division.
Commander Davidson watched as his vessel proceeded on its hyper-transwarp course towards the Ghost Fleet Constructions Yards II Facility. The ride between the two construction yards wasn't that long, and since all systems had been blocked off by the Segan military, he didn't worry about having unexpected guests. He ordered the ship to slow to impulse as soon as they were in range and as the temporary wormhole opened, its colors, a light shade of blue, made the Clarel seem a strange occurance in space. The small next generation heavy destroyer appeared from the wormhole, a bright white flash of light blinking after it passed out of the wormhole. The wormhole dissapeared within minutes, and the destroyer continued on its course towards the massive, yet top-secret Ghost Fleet facilities. From the outside, the agile vessel completed its meanouvers and proceeded towards the central starbase that would house all the completed vessels of the Ghost Fleet. As the vessel entered inside the starbase, the other doors closed and tractor beams locked on to the ghost vessel. She was guided alongside her largest next-generation counterpart, and umbilicals were connected to her. Davidson nodded approvingly as the power management controls were handed to the Station's engineering section, and he stepped off his chair, tightening his jacket and taking a turbolift down to the umbilicals. He stepped out with a prideful air and asked his way around to Conference Room 111.
Captain Anderson, glanced at his watch as he sipped his thebon, Anderson gathered his padds and placed them in his bag as he looked over the cafe admiring its futuristic style. Anderson turned around and walked down the station's commercial deck hoping to find a free turbolift. He walked for a couple minutes and finally entered an express turbolift, announcing Conference Room 111. He leaned on the guard railing and looked over his padds on the recommended officers to be members of his staff. They were all top performers from their vessels, and no matter what choice he made, his crew would be one hell of a crew. But Anderson's crew couldn't be just another one hell of a crew, it had to be the best of the hells, a crew that would be made legendary. The turbolift stopped, a hiss coming from it as it did. Anderson stepped out of the turbolift, the deck filled with a lot more people wearing ACG uniforms than on the commercial deck. This, however, was to be expected, this was the beginning of the decks most associated with Plan 112, the Segan's best preparation for the 2nd Great War.
Anderson proceeded towards the conference room and made a left turn after passing 109 conference rooms, he looked across seeing Conference Room 110 and smiled. So many conference rooms, and on a good day, almost 90-some were used. As he stepped inside the conference room. He was welcomed by a couple of the Plan 112 division coordinators and he gave them all a warm smile. Some of them were hardened civilians, others trained military officers. He was one of the best Segan Captains and he knew it, that's why he had been selected to command the prototype, the first of them all. Anderson looked around for his lover, he had expected him to be here the day before, but he had heard that the Clarel had been held back for another day to confirm that the impulse engine designs had succeeded. He found him, sitting on one of the chairs facing towards the main viewer. Anderson smiled, walking down and taking the row behind his lover and placed his hands in front of his lover's eyes.
"Missed you too, hun," Davidson smiled, "Now will ya mind restoring my sight, please?"
"Sure thang," Anderson grinned, pecking Davidson on the tip of his nose as he placed his hand behind his back like an Admiral, "Took you long enough to get here... what did you do, get lost around the nebula again?"
"Hehehe," Davidson snickered, "No way, they had to fix the impulse engines, they were afraid the ship's form would cause the engines to overload again."
"Still haven't gotten that thing fixed, heh?" Anderson turned serious for a little while, jumping over the chairs, and landing next to Davidson, "I thought Dr. Yamidovosok had taken care of it."
"She did," Davidson looked at Anderson, "That's until they decided to move the hyper-transwarp drives on the same deck, it's driving my entire crew nuts."
"I could bet," Anderson smiled, "It seems like you're entire ship changes from the inside out each day, and that paint scheme, changing every day," Anderson laughed.
"It's not funny," Davidson leaned his head and rested it on Anderson's shoulder, "Seriously, it's insane, the deck configuration changes everyday."
"Sorry, hun," Anderson kissed Davidson's forehead, letting his hand rest on Davidson's left shoulder, "Comes with beta testing the new prototypes, I suppose."
"Uh-huh," Davidson replied back, "Well, at least you and I are the best Captains out there, hehe... and the best lovers too!"
"Will you two love birds cut the PDA out," Dr. Yamidovosok shouted, as she walked past Davidson and Anderson, "All right everyone, if you could please gather a seat, we have a lot to get through today."
There was one thing to be said about Dr. Yamidovosok, she had grown well beyound her duties as Head of Propulsion systems for the Plan 112 vessels, she had also become project coordinator. This came with His Majesty King Jean-Louis' approval as well. Although she was one of the few civilian division heads, she was well accepted by the Plan 112 click, and she was ever more beloved by them all. The Doctor had a devotion to make the two new Segan designs the best they could be. And as she stood in front of the podium, she looked over her notes and nodded to all those who still weren't seating. The room began to quiet at a steady pace, and pretty soon, Dr Yamidovosok was ready to begin her meeting. Assembled were people from both the Clarel and Selevenar R&D teams, and she nodded approvingly to the bunch. She looked over her agenda, thinking the damned propulsion drives were back as a #1 problem on the Clarel class destroyer. She sighed... it was going to be a long meeting.
"Clarel Impulse Propulsions," Yamidovosok looked over to her assistant Francine Cavalier, "Why the hell are we still having troubles with the impulse engines? I thought we had taken care of getting those impulse engines more efficient."
"Well ma'am," Lieutenant Commander Yrishna DuBois glanced up, "It went fine until the hyper-transwarp people came and moved their drives onto the same deck... Since then the power grids on that deck have been forced to overload."
"Clarel Transwarp Propulsions, "Yamidovosok was quite angered by the report, "You damn well know that you can't put two drives on the same deck! I told you to find someplace to move it so that it was more efficient... Do I have to do everything by myself? Move it to Deck 13, we can find some place to put the cargo space elsewhere."
"Understood," Commander Holaron replied, looking at DuBois with the same anger Yamidovosok had produced.
"All right," Yamidovosok looked over her agenda, "The construction of the Selevenar is proceeding very well from what I hear," Yamidovosok looked over to Anderson, "And I hear the Selevenar will be ready in 2 weeks to start getting some drives testing and deck analysis check-up done."
"Aye, Doctor," Anderson spoke up, "She should be ready then, and she's looking very good," Anderson smiled, feeling Davidson's hand squeeze his own.
"I agree, Captain," Yamidovosok replied, "I want the Selevenar to be ready to start recieving our engineers to figure out where everything's going to go and if everything on paper works right... The Quadaz sure know it didn't on the Clarel."
"But she still looks great!" Davidson smiled as he heard a burst of laughter emit from the room.
"So I hear," the Doctor answered, "Well, you're all dismissed and I'll see you all at the day's end. Davidson, your ship better be ready for Captain Anderson and my inspection."
"Lord knows you're gonna get several different types of inspection, " Anderson grinned, kissing Davidson's cheek.
"Oooh, just evil," Davidson smiled, "Doctor, me and my crew will be ready to welcome you in whenever you give us the word."
"In an hour," Yadivosok replied, "And don't be late!"
