From: Astral Sojourners
To: Haven
We wish to trade Biotech for Robotics.
@Darwin: I can invade Enemsi and colonize it this same turn, right? If all goes well, I should be able to colonize 4 systems this turn.

Also, what are the rules on multiple tech researches in the same turn, and will you fix my project to 2/7 since I actually did send orders for it at one point?
Training Simulator
Holodeck location: Fighter ship 8, callsign "Coker"
Actual location: Carrier ship MEG "Narsilian"
<Broadcast from Rear Admiral Vandergon: "Remember, this is a shield mission. We're here to make sure the first wave of transports gets on the ground safely. Don't get into dogfights.">
<Broadcast from Flag Commander Denilith of Narsilian: "Don't think you're safe just 'cause this is a drill.">
BEGIN SIMULATION
<Coker-AI: "Sarah, you're third in line for launch.">
Sarah Marway breathed a deep breath. She knew that she was safe aboard the ship, knew that they were still underway to Enemsi, and would be for quite a while, but none of this helped her right now. She heard the hiss of air as the launch bay of the Narsilian depressurised, and felt the control stick in her right hand powering to life.
She pushed the stick forward, taking care not to slant it. Far too many cadets did that, which would cause their ship to scrape along on its belly. The Coker flew forward, leaving the sheltered confines of metal and wiring for the hard vacuum of space.
<STATUS: 60.0>
Shield - 60 perhex in force
Laser 26 - 60 perhex charged
Laser 68 - 60 perhex charged
Sabots - 1200 ready
Heaters - 30 ready
Seekers - 10 ready
Out of her viewplate
(no! It was a screen, a simulation!) Sarah Marway watched as the gamma dropped and the brilliant field of stars turned into a few scattered points and constellations, enough to give her a spatial reference but not so many as to distract her. Suddenly she felt an intense knowledge of the pirate base's location surge through her, and realized it had been piped directly into the implant behind her left ear. With her left hand, she moved the weapon controller over to sabots and frequency 26 lasers; with her right, she forced the Coker forward, its engines silent as the grave in the perfect, icy vacuum.
Thise aren't happy thoughts. Think happy thoughts, she reminded herself.
"YEEE-HAH!" someone yodelled over the comm. They would probably get a disciplinary warning for irresponsible combat behavior, but Sarah felt with whoever it was and couldn't keep herself from smiling.
Time until max range: 20s
Time until optimal range: 32s
As the numbers ticked steadily down, Sarah snuck the Coker towards the front of the formation they were in - if it could be called a "formation" when each ship was a mile away from its closest neighbour.
Time until max range: 6s
Sarah grinned mischievously as she flicked her weapon controls, tossing two dozen sabots towards the pirate fleet in a loose pattern. If she squinted, she thought she could make out their asteroid base behind them.
Don't be silly, she told herself.
It's just a sim.
26 sabots fired | +1100 left
"Narsilian Eight, what's up?"
Five seconds later, the other dozen ships fired their assorted missiles, and Sarah let off her second volley, this one consisting of a hundred sabots. By then one pirate ship was already spinning and a second had lost a hull section.
Foe damaged for 12
For damaged for 25
100 sabots fires | +1000 left
40' of Laser 26 fired | +50 perhex left
<Tactical Broadcast: Head towards 80-80 and retreat>
HIT | Shield 47 perhex
"Nice trick, Eight. Mind not doing it again?"
Sarah affirmed the request as she pulled hard on the control stick, forcing her ship to pull up even as she read the brief summary of the latest salvo.
<Tactical Broadcast: You're outnumbered 5-3. Reinforcements 80 seconds. Transports 200 seconds.>
"Narsilian Eight to Narsilian Leader, give me some space. I'm going to goose them."
"Negative, Eight. Hold formation."
Sarah cursed softly. The radar below her main tactical screen showed the incoming reinforcements, still too far away to be detected, but close enough to report their position. At a command from Leader, she veered right along with five others, and the other six in her squadron veered left. The pirate ships continued straigh ahead for a moment, surprised by the fact that an enemy they outnumbered woud split up further. They formed pursuit groups rapidly, chasing at a few hundred kilometers' distance.
"This is Narsilian Leader. Veer off and spin, firing missiles as you please. We'll circle around the pirates, then our reinforcements will catch them."
<Tactical Broadcast: Transports 100 seconds.>
Sarah squeezed the weapons control repeatedly, trusting the AI to take care of the precise aiming.
90' of Laser 26 fired | +30 perhex left
10 Heaters fired | 20 left
4 seekers fired | 6 left
HIT | Shield 11 perhex
220 sabots fired | +800 left
The Coker wobbled as the AI strove to redirect power to the shield. Sarah flung the ship into a screwspin and hoped the reinforcements would cover her tail.
Then she fled ignominously.
<Tactical Broadcast: Transports in atmosphere. Break off!>
She grinned. Half their fleet had been playing distraction while the transports landed and she had been fighting. Now they were returning, and the pirates, while not quite defeated, would atleast need some heavy evasive action to make it out of this pincer.
Suddenly everything went black.
She realized that her part in the simulation was over. Rather than get drawn into a trap, the pirates had scrambled homewards.
Sarah now found herself watching the transports, a hundred little cones streaking down towards the moonbase. As they hit what little atmosphere there was, the outer layer of cheap synth heated up, changed color from blue to yellow, then orange, and finaly burst into flame. It burned off rapidly, exposing a second layer of heat-absorbing ceramics. This gradually went from light brown to a dull, sooty red as the transports continued their rapid descent.
With a movement like a beetle opening its wing cases, the ceramic layer split, folded off the inner shuttle, and was flung forward, rapidly decelerating the little glass bubble that extended a parachute and began to slow to acceptable speeds. As hundreds of these kinetic missiles impacted the pirate base, the bubbles simply burst, each of them releasing ten men with jetpacks and assault weaponry.
[Cue suitable Rambo ripoff scene as a thousand assault troops rain fire from above. I may actually bother to write this at some point.]
"Excellent." came the voice over the speakers, and Sarah was back in common reality once again.
"Only two fighters lost. With our troops in their base, our projections were accelerated somewhat." She began stripping off the bodysuit used for the simulations.
"We believe this scenario's probability to be in the seven to nine perhex area."
"All units return to quarters. The next simulation is in two days. You will randomly be given your roles twelve standard hours beforehand."