Symphony D.
Deity
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RECONSTRUCTION
EPSILON ERIDANI PRIME, EPSILON ERIDANI, CORE WORLDS
20:32 UTC, JANUARY 6, 0008AE
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RECONSTRUCTION
EPSILON ERIDANI PRIME, EPSILON ERIDANI, CORE WORLDS
20:32 UTC, JANUARY 6, 0008AE
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“The whole bridge structure is shot.”
“Who the frak thought it was a brilliant idea to mount the bridge externally anyway? That wasn’t in the original specifications.”
“It was a rush job. They were running out of storage space; had to compensate by altering the design.”
“I don’t give a damn. Find the damn fool that authorized it and have him shot for gross incompetence. The blueprint calls for the bridge to be internally configured and heavily armored for a reason, and this was it.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And figure out how those damn furballs managed to suicide attack our fighters with their fighters. I want to know what kind of massive training deficiency can account for such lunacy.”
“Yes, sir…”
“Lastly… I want to know how a single damn Escort Carrier, specialized design or not, with a complement of a mere 30 Fighters and handful of Corvettes, can almost defeat a Fighter compliment twice as large backed up by two Destroyers and Defense Systems.”
“Sir, if I may, the Destroyers…”
“Mahoney, shut up. This kind of combat performance is inexcusable. It’s a Pyrrhic victory. Do you understand me? One more 'win' like this, and we may as well hand them the defense codes and step aside. Am I making myself clear? You will get me answers. You will find out who is responsible for this mess. And you will report that to me, so I can go in front of Katana Renji and tell him why he almost lost the home system. If you don’t, you can go speak to him. Do you understand me?”
“… Sir!”
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It had been obvious that an attack had been coming. Somebody doesn’t trade merrily one day and then all of a sudden demand exorbitant prices the next for no reason. It was amusing, actually; no sense of forethought. Any competent people would’ve made a deal, taken the money, and used it to bolster the attack.
But the Nekomi weren’t sensible. That much was obvious.
The whole attack was all wrong. It should’ve come from Rana, not Sol. The reasons were manifold: Kapteyn was newly formed and undergarrisoned, and anything that was manufactured was going to be manufactured first at Eridani. It was a suicide attack. But they had almost broken through. And what was their excuse? Replication of the Scourge? What kind of damn fool was going to buy that? The Scourge was the byproduct of some incompetent know-nothing peon group consigned to the ash heap of history. If anyone with power had wanted to create something like that…
… well, there wouldn’t have been anybody left to talk about it afterwards.
“I told you we shouldn’t have trusted them,” said Thawan icily.
“I don’t trust any person with a tail,” he added.
Step one in warfare is always to dehumanize the enemy. The Nekomi, being not exactly of standard human pattern anymore, made this exceedingly easy to do. It was so easy to twist the image, to utilize the facts. One had to be careful not to buy into one’s own propaganda though. In the initial aftermath of the attacks there had been dissident activity upon the nets as to what exactly had occurred. Some had claimed that it was a raid on the orbital facilities. That had been easily dissuaded with the footage of the destroyed Transport; hundreds of dead infantry and wrecked tanks floating in a steel tomb in the outer reaches of the system. That had been enough to sway them. A bunch of crazy people who thought they were cats, coming to invade and kill and force people into accepting tails or cat ears… it was almost too easy. Golan had orchestrated the campaign himself. It was a remarkably simple thing for an advertising department which found ways to make bombs seem like attractive purchases.
“What we should and should not have done is a matter to be reflected upon when survival is guaranteed,” said Renji coolly.
He glanced over at Uhuru “How justified are we in moving against them?”
Uhuru spread his hands “Sir, they invaded our system with the intention of a hostile takeover, opened fire on our possessions and personnel, and are currently maintaining an armed garrison of Sol and using it as a waypoint.”
He clasped them back together “Not that there really is any legal system anymore, but were there, we would have full justification in taking all necessary actions; only an incompetent would argue otherwise.”
Renji nodded and gestured at Iceal, saying “What sort of data do we have on their positioning?”
Iceal tapped at his PDA and brought the holoprojector online. It was full of static and glitched occasionally, as they hadn’t yet had the time or resources to bring it fully online, but it worked nonetheless. It loaded a gate network map. On it were displayed the various known Nekomi positions and strengths.
And so the Board of Directors took on another title: War Council.