The Hunter, part 16
Dylan followed the Avatar as it walked along the corridor. Peter suddenly stopped and turned round, "I feel I must apologise for my main AI's rather harsh tone of voice: he's not been the same since the fall." Dylan nodded, "I've seen worse: The Balance of Judgment formed the Restors, and Pax Magellanic killed her captain and went mad." Peter shook his head, "I'm just glad I'm not a ship."
The medical bay was slightly dust, "I'm sorry about this: it's not been of much use these past 309-odd years." Dylan smiled, "I think I'll live." A pair of security androids entered from another door as Peter's hologram appeared, "Not if you're not if your not who you say you are you wont." The Avatar shook his head, "Why do you have to be so melodramatic all the time?" The hologram blinked, "I'm not the one who reads all that Shakespeare!"
Dylan couldn't help but laugh, resulting in the two Peter's giving him an unpleasant look. He tried to compose himself, "I'm sorry: it happens on my ship all the time." The Avatar grabbed his arm and took a sample of blood. It took it over to a scanner and turned the instrument on, "Opening file for High Guard Captain Dylan Hunt, commanding officer, Glorious Heritage class Heavy-Cruiser, Andromeda Ascendant, XMC-10-284." He blinked, "Data received. Comparing to specimen."
Peter turned round and saluted, "It's a honour to meet you, Captain Hunt." The hologram blinked, "What? How can he still be alive?" Dylan smiled, "It's a long story involving a Black Hole and time-distortion. But right now, I'd like you to release my crew." The android nodded, "At once Sir. I shall escort them to the control room my self." He quickly marched from the room. The Hologram looked nervous, "I'd like to apologise for my earlier words and actions: I've had people come here before claiming to he High Guard officers, or Commonwealth representatives."
Dylan smiled, "I quite understand: you've spent over 300-years defending this base, never knowing if help would ever come. Well, I can tell you now that as soon as I get word to the Andromeda, over 50 High Guard ship's are going to arrive to pickup supplies. I'll make sure you get some help to get this base fully operational: We have to stop the Magog, and this place is on the front line. How many Nova Bombs do you have left? The last audit I found said 1,500."
Peter shook his head, "I'm afraid that we had to send some out on ships during The Fall." Dylan's face fell, "How many do you have left?" Peter seemed to think for a second, "1,462, all fully operational and read for loading. There are also two ship's in the orbital repair dock hidden in the second moon: their AI's are in dormant mode at the moment." Dylan blinked, "What ships?" Peter seemed confused by the question, "The Fires of Arcadia and the Stalking Angle, both Righteous Fist of Heaven Class DSA's. Do you wish to talk to them?"
Dylan nodded, slightly shocked, "That would be nice."
TBC
Dylan followed the Avatar as it walked along the corridor. Peter suddenly stopped and turned round, "I feel I must apologise for my main AI's rather harsh tone of voice: he's not been the same since the fall." Dylan nodded, "I've seen worse: The Balance of Judgment formed the Restors, and Pax Magellanic killed her captain and went mad." Peter shook his head, "I'm just glad I'm not a ship."
The medical bay was slightly dust, "I'm sorry about this: it's not been of much use these past 309-odd years." Dylan smiled, "I think I'll live." A pair of security androids entered from another door as Peter's hologram appeared, "Not if you're not if your not who you say you are you wont." The Avatar shook his head, "Why do you have to be so melodramatic all the time?" The hologram blinked, "I'm not the one who reads all that Shakespeare!"
Dylan couldn't help but laugh, resulting in the two Peter's giving him an unpleasant look. He tried to compose himself, "I'm sorry: it happens on my ship all the time." The Avatar grabbed his arm and took a sample of blood. It took it over to a scanner and turned the instrument on, "Opening file for High Guard Captain Dylan Hunt, commanding officer, Glorious Heritage class Heavy-Cruiser, Andromeda Ascendant, XMC-10-284." He blinked, "Data received. Comparing to specimen."
Peter turned round and saluted, "It's a honour to meet you, Captain Hunt." The hologram blinked, "What? How can he still be alive?" Dylan smiled, "It's a long story involving a Black Hole and time-distortion. But right now, I'd like you to release my crew." The android nodded, "At once Sir. I shall escort them to the control room my self." He quickly marched from the room. The Hologram looked nervous, "I'd like to apologise for my earlier words and actions: I've had people come here before claiming to he High Guard officers, or Commonwealth representatives."
Dylan smiled, "I quite understand: you've spent over 300-years defending this base, never knowing if help would ever come. Well, I can tell you now that as soon as I get word to the Andromeda, over 50 High Guard ship's are going to arrive to pickup supplies. I'll make sure you get some help to get this base fully operational: We have to stop the Magog, and this place is on the front line. How many Nova Bombs do you have left? The last audit I found said 1,500."
Peter shook his head, "I'm afraid that we had to send some out on ships during The Fall." Dylan's face fell, "How many do you have left?" Peter seemed to think for a second, "1,462, all fully operational and read for loading. There are also two ship's in the orbital repair dock hidden in the second moon: their AI's are in dormant mode at the moment." Dylan blinked, "What ships?" Peter seemed confused by the question, "The Fires of Arcadia and the Stalking Angle, both Righteous Fist of Heaven Class DSA's. Do you wish to talk to them?"
Dylan nodded, slightly shocked, "That would be nice."
TBC