WE HAVE CONTACT (The Kurtherian Gambit Book 12) by Michael Anderle Page A
Authors: Michael Anderle
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either gets his ass whooped, or gives an ass whoopin’ and everything is fine in the world again.”
“Coach,” Adarsh thumbed a finger at the door, “Can I close this?”
Steve raised an eyebrow and nodded his head. Adarsh stepped in the container and closed the door behind him, making sure it didn’t clang throughout the containers near them. He turned around, “Coach, did you watch the updates on the efforts to find the enemy ship?”
“Certainly. Plus, we are running a few different efforts to see if it is anywhere in our area of responsibility.”
There was a pause before Adarsh asked, “Coach, have you guys considered light?” He continued, “Either absence or variance?”
Steve reached up and lifted up his baseball hat, scratched his head and put it back on, “Variance?”
Adarsh nodded, “Let’s assume the ship is as cloaked to us as our Pods are to those on Earth. What would happen to any of the existing efforts?”
“Well, we would probably be failing, but how the hell could we tell if we are failing, or they aren’t actually there in the first place?” Coach shrugged, “Hell, for all we know, they left out some other door.”
“Right, very true. But, what all are we trying, do you know?” Adarsh pushed.
“No. Here,” Coach reached behind him and grabbed a chair from the desk behind him, “sit your skinny ass down and let’s go through what we are doing.”
Yollin Deep Space Ship - G’laxix Sphaea
Captain Kael-ven T’chmon looked over his shoulder as the bridge entry beeped before opening, allowing a member of his small task force on the bridge. The highest ranking military member of his team waited before Kael-ven turned back to his command arm and hit the sequence to allow Kiel into the protected area of the bridge.
Kiel was a third tier member of the Yollin society, two-legged, not four. While there were some second tier, four-legged members of the military, they would hold superior positions and would not find themselves on an unimportant deep space mission such as his.
Which was saying what exactly for him being here?
Kiel waited for his Captain to start the conversation. “Kiel, have you reviewed the data acquisition from the foreign station in this gravitic point outside of their dead satellite.” Kael-ven turned to Melorn, “What are they calling the satellite?”
Melorn turned his head from the reports the system was providing, “Sir, we have a ninety-two percent match. They call it the Moon, sir.”
Captain T’chmon turned back to his military leader, “So, this station outside of their moon?”
“Yes, Captain, we have been reviewing the information we are provided so far. While it would be easy enough to destroy, and it doesn’t look like entering the station will be challenging, we do not know if those inside are prepared for a sudden and catastrophic loss of atmosphere.”
A short bark of laughter erupted from the Captain, “That would cause a problem for the acquisition of live subjects if they asphyxiate before you can grab them.” Captain T’chmon agreed, “Suggestions if I need at least a couple to question?”
“Well,” Kiel temporized, “We have located certain areas we suspect have more activity.”
“Using?”
“Vibrations analysis, Captain.”
“Interesting, go on.”
“We have located two such areas. If this species is similar to most we have in our database, they are likely some sort of recreation area and an area for food consumption.”
“So, you are thinking to do…”
“Two attacks at those points. If we use the attack sleds, we believe we can ram their walls and then eject our members after the seal completes.”
“That seems a little, oh, I don’t know, let’s say abrupt?” Captain T’chmon asked his leader. “Is there an option two?”
“Yes. If the Captain would be so kind as to pull up the
“Coach,” Adarsh thumbed a finger at the door, “Can I close this?”
Steve raised an eyebrow and nodded his head. Adarsh stepped in the container and closed the door behind him, making sure it didn’t clang throughout the containers near them. He turned around, “Coach, did you watch the updates on the efforts to find the enemy ship?”
“Certainly. Plus, we are running a few different efforts to see if it is anywhere in our area of responsibility.”
There was a pause before Adarsh asked, “Coach, have you guys considered light?” He continued, “Either absence or variance?”
Steve reached up and lifted up his baseball hat, scratched his head and put it back on, “Variance?”
Adarsh nodded, “Let’s assume the ship is as cloaked to us as our Pods are to those on Earth. What would happen to any of the existing efforts?”
“Well, we would probably be failing, but how the hell could we tell if we are failing, or they aren’t actually there in the first place?” Coach shrugged, “Hell, for all we know, they left out some other door.”
“Right, very true. But, what all are we trying, do you know?” Adarsh pushed.
“No. Here,” Coach reached behind him and grabbed a chair from the desk behind him, “sit your skinny ass down and let’s go through what we are doing.”
Yollin Deep Space Ship - G’laxix Sphaea
Captain Kael-ven T’chmon looked over his shoulder as the bridge entry beeped before opening, allowing a member of his small task force on the bridge. The highest ranking military member of his team waited before Kael-ven turned back to his command arm and hit the sequence to allow Kiel into the protected area of the bridge.
Kiel was a third tier member of the Yollin society, two-legged, not four. While there were some second tier, four-legged members of the military, they would hold superior positions and would not find themselves on an unimportant deep space mission such as his.
Which was saying what exactly for him being here?
Kiel waited for his Captain to start the conversation. “Kiel, have you reviewed the data acquisition from the foreign station in this gravitic point outside of their dead satellite.” Kael-ven turned to Melorn, “What are they calling the satellite?”
Melorn turned his head from the reports the system was providing, “Sir, we have a ninety-two percent match. They call it the Moon, sir.”
Captain T’chmon turned back to his military leader, “So, this station outside of their moon?”
“Yes, Captain, we have been reviewing the information we are provided so far. While it would be easy enough to destroy, and it doesn’t look like entering the station will be challenging, we do not know if those inside are prepared for a sudden and catastrophic loss of atmosphere.”
A short bark of laughter erupted from the Captain, “That would cause a problem for the acquisition of live subjects if they asphyxiate before you can grab them.” Captain T’chmon agreed, “Suggestions if I need at least a couple to question?”
“Well,” Kiel temporized, “We have located certain areas we suspect have more activity.”
“Using?”
“Vibrations analysis, Captain.”
“Interesting, go on.”
“We have located two such areas. If this species is similar to most we have in our database, they are likely some sort of recreation area and an area for food consumption.”
“So, you are thinking to do…”
“Two attacks at those points. If we use the attack sleds, we believe we can ram their walls and then eject our members after the seal completes.”
“That seems a little, oh, I don’t know, let’s say abrupt?” Captain T’chmon asked his leader. “Is there an option two?”
“Yes. If the Captain would be so kind as to pull up the
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