pushed a button on it, “Admiral Kune is here and requests a meeting.”
Dat looked at Gresha, “You have always been the wisest.”
“That’s why we’re at our best together. Now make Kune happy; he deserves it.”
Dat nodded and pressed the button, “Send him in.”
• • •
Dizzy sat in the room with the Command Team and couldn’t get over how young the Arvolo triplets were. She was also amazed at how different they were. If the three of them were placed on a continuum of behavior: Arve would be on the outrageous end of line; Grest would be at the conservative, strong, steady end of the line and Angel would be right in the middle of them. They balanced each other out. The combination of their personalities was something to watch. Their intelligence was off the scale and their practical use of it was startling. Bret just sat back and lobbed questions and statements in on them that caused them to react. He was the catalyst that made it work. She wasn’t sure how she was going to fit in. She knew she wanted a rematch with Angel; well, that would come later.
Arve sat in his chair and stared at the new member of the team. She was a striking woman. She was about five feet ten inches tall and her black hair was cut in a pixie style. He couldn’t really decide if her eyes were blue, hazel, or green; they seemed to change color when light hit them from different angles. Those eyes appeared to be constantly taking everything in around her and her expression was open and friendly. Where did Angel and Bret find her? He heard Angel speak and he turned his attention to his sister.
“Commodore Banks, how has the training of the Rovers been going?”
Dizzy looked at Angel and said, “Call me Dizzy. Most of them are adjusting quite well to the change. They appear to get much more out of the new Jukeboxes than the pilot’s they replaced.”
Arve’s eyes narrowed, “Dizzy?”
Elizabeth looked at Arve, “Yes; when I was in the Academy, one of the pilots trying to catch me during maneuvers said I made him very dizzy; the name stuck.”
Arve smiled, “Dizzy it is.”
Angel listened to the back and forth and shook her head, “They aren’t progressing fast enough. There has to be a way to get them ahead of the learning curve on the capabilities of the Jukeboxes.”
Dizzy tilted her head, “Is it true that the ship won’t do anything beyond its capabilities?”
Angel looked at Dizzy, “That’s what I’ve been told.”
“Then remove the crews from the Jukeboxes except for the engineering team and offer a challenge to every pilot to do something to make the ship fail. Offer a reward to any pilot that can come up with a maneuver that the ship can’t do.”
Arve smiled, “I like it! The crews can watch the competition and cheer their ships on.”
Grest shook his head, “What if they actually do damage their ship?”
Angel tilted her head to the left and said, “Then we repair it. However, this would really get them to push the ships to their absolute limits. This idea really has merit.” Angel looked at Dizzy, “How would we do it? If we had all our ships inside a small area, there could be collisions.”
Dizzy shook her head, “I’ve been thinking about the new ships and I’ve been wanting to try an experiment.”
Bret said, “What is that?”
“I don’t think the new ships could hit each other if they tried.”
Angel’s eyes narrowed, “Say what?”
“The new force fields don’t have the holes in them like the older ship’s fields; that means the polarity of the fields is much more stable. We know Dark Energy is a repulsive force.” Dizzy looked at Angel and then back at Bret, “What happens when you bring two identically charged objects together?”
Bret said, “If the objects were magnets and they had the same charge, they would push away from each other.”
Dizzy nodded, “Like charges repel each other; opposites attract. All of our force fields share the same
Dat looked at Gresha, “You have always been the wisest.”
“That’s why we’re at our best together. Now make Kune happy; he deserves it.”
Dat nodded and pressed the button, “Send him in.”
• • •
Dizzy sat in the room with the Command Team and couldn’t get over how young the Arvolo triplets were. She was also amazed at how different they were. If the three of them were placed on a continuum of behavior: Arve would be on the outrageous end of line; Grest would be at the conservative, strong, steady end of the line and Angel would be right in the middle of them. They balanced each other out. The combination of their personalities was something to watch. Their intelligence was off the scale and their practical use of it was startling. Bret just sat back and lobbed questions and statements in on them that caused them to react. He was the catalyst that made it work. She wasn’t sure how she was going to fit in. She knew she wanted a rematch with Angel; well, that would come later.
Arve sat in his chair and stared at the new member of the team. She was a striking woman. She was about five feet ten inches tall and her black hair was cut in a pixie style. He couldn’t really decide if her eyes were blue, hazel, or green; they seemed to change color when light hit them from different angles. Those eyes appeared to be constantly taking everything in around her and her expression was open and friendly. Where did Angel and Bret find her? He heard Angel speak and he turned his attention to his sister.
“Commodore Banks, how has the training of the Rovers been going?”
Dizzy looked at Angel and said, “Call me Dizzy. Most of them are adjusting quite well to the change. They appear to get much more out of the new Jukeboxes than the pilot’s they replaced.”
Arve’s eyes narrowed, “Dizzy?”
Elizabeth looked at Arve, “Yes; when I was in the Academy, one of the pilots trying to catch me during maneuvers said I made him very dizzy; the name stuck.”
Arve smiled, “Dizzy it is.”
Angel listened to the back and forth and shook her head, “They aren’t progressing fast enough. There has to be a way to get them ahead of the learning curve on the capabilities of the Jukeboxes.”
Dizzy tilted her head, “Is it true that the ship won’t do anything beyond its capabilities?”
Angel looked at Dizzy, “That’s what I’ve been told.”
“Then remove the crews from the Jukeboxes except for the engineering team and offer a challenge to every pilot to do something to make the ship fail. Offer a reward to any pilot that can come up with a maneuver that the ship can’t do.”
Arve smiled, “I like it! The crews can watch the competition and cheer their ships on.”
Grest shook his head, “What if they actually do damage their ship?”
Angel tilted her head to the left and said, “Then we repair it. However, this would really get them to push the ships to their absolute limits. This idea really has merit.” Angel looked at Dizzy, “How would we do it? If we had all our ships inside a small area, there could be collisions.”
Dizzy shook her head, “I’ve been thinking about the new ships and I’ve been wanting to try an experiment.”
Bret said, “What is that?”
“I don’t think the new ships could hit each other if they tried.”
Angel’s eyes narrowed, “Say what?”
“The new force fields don’t have the holes in them like the older ship’s fields; that means the polarity of the fields is much more stable. We know Dark Energy is a repulsive force.” Dizzy looked at Angel and then back at Bret, “What happens when you bring two identically charged objects together?”
Bret said, “If the objects were magnets and they had the same charge, they would push away from each other.”
Dizzy nodded, “Like charges repel each other; opposites attract. All of our force fields share the same
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