ALL THE EXPOSITION!
"Welcome to Hephaestus station." Shepard said with a smile as Anderson disembarked his shuttle. "And congratulations on the promotion,
captain."
Anderson grinned as they shook hands, noting that the Shepard was wearing an armored skinsuit instead of the usual business attire.
"A discrete invitation to Paragon Industries' new shipyard? A private shuttle? You've made a man mighty curious as to what you're hiding up here."
"Oh, just the usual: a challenge to the galactic balance of power." Shepard smirked.
Anderson raised an eyebrow. He'd met a lot of salespeople that wanted him to think the same thing, but Shepard was the one he actually thought could deliver.
"I wanted to run something by you before the big reveal later this month."
"Looking to get some good words spread along the grapevine?"
"Something like that. Follow me."
Not what I expected. Anderson thought, as he stripped out of his uniform behind the changing screen.
"We haven't actually named it yet, so far we've just called it the ship-suit. It's basically your usual ship-board mechanical counter pressure suit with the usual bells and whistles you see in the military: kinetic barriers, radiation shielding, hardened comms. How does it feel?"
"Comfortable." Anderson replied as he twisted the last latch.
He walked out from behind the screen and started to stretch out.
"We've optimised the design for long periods at rest. There are active electrostimulators to combat stiffness, but that's just gravy. The big deal is this. Put it on." She handed him a head band. Following her example, he placed it so that it cupped the back of his head, temples and cheeks.
She reached up and hit a recessed switch on it.
"That is a basic neural interface. Any minute now it's going to start stimulating the audio, visual and tactile sensory neurons on your brain."
Sure enough, parts of a heads up display were already overlaying his field of vision.
"Want to know the best part?" Shepard asked with a wicked grin.
"No, but I feel you're just dying to tell me."
"This is already obsolete technology. I've for about three grams of nonotech mesh in my brain right now that does all that and more. The BNI headpiece you're wearing suffered from speed and fidelity output issues that made it suboptimal for abstract operations. But the ANI lets me, with a few hours of surgery and a few weeks of training, give you the ability to direct your ship with the speed of your thought.
"The reduction in the time it takes to complete an OODA loop would be cut by what? At least a quarter?"
"Closer to a third for experienced users."
"Shepard…" Anderson sighed with a smile. "Every time we think we've got a peg on you, you go and do something like this."
"Heh, if this impresses you, you're going to have a heart attack when I show you the real reason I brought you here.
Shepard brought him to one of the high security hangars, where both were subject to a full biometric scan before being let in. They paused before a polarised observation window.
"Anderson." she said, "I give you the
Manes of Pydna class interceptor frigate."
It was a pretty good piece of salesmanship, Anderson through as spotlights turned on in sequence to illuminate the ship before him. If he had to use a word to describe it, it would be… predatory. A
flattened main hull hung between two oversized repulsors on gimbals. It looked more like an atmospheric gunship than a frigate.
"It certainly looks very pretty."
Shepard's grin was predatory.
"Well, we can't have you being influenced by it's pretty looks, can we? I guess I'll have to turn the digital overlay off."
The ship in front of him suddenly became a blurred outline.
"There's a reason I named it after the Roman spirits of the dead. The metamaterial stealth coating adds twenty percent to the final cost and production time, but it renders RADAR and LIDAR basically useless against the
Pydna, anyone trying to shoot it would have to do it by thermal and sensor emissions alone. Twenty percent decrease in accuracy for missiles and simple drones from the stealth coating alone, more once you factor in the ECM, e-war, decoys and all that."
Anderson gave an appreciative whistle.
"Propulsion is fully repulsor based, two capital grade main drives and an array of maneuvering thrusters that can double as point defense if you're feeling desperate. Main power comes from a ship-grade arc reactor."
After the boarded the ship, Shepard began her tour. "The
Manes of Pydna is meant for anti-piracy work first and foremost. Don't get me wrong, it'll go toe to toe with any frigate from the other major powers and come out on top but I know the navy is stretched thin trying to cover our colonies, so I decided to do something about it. With that in mind it's got a drop bay and a workshop for maintaining six Legionary suits and their attendant drone support and equipment. Crack a base, board a ship, rescue some hostages, all covered."
"The main reactor." she announced as they walked past ten centimeter blast doors. A blue crystal a bit shorter than him rose from the floor, suspended in a metal column.
"It's more efficient to make one big arc reactor than a bunch of small ones, but we ran into the issue of transporting that power. Right now it's in maintenance mode, but under regular flight, it slides into the floor where there's a nice superconducting socket that surrounds it on all sides."
"So tell me Anderson, between the repulsor drives and the arc reactor, what happens if I cut a ship's heat production by two thirds?" Shepard asked, turning to him with a smirk.
"You know, we have analysts that has already run those simulations. We're not blind to the potential either of those technologies has towards space combat." Anderson said with a chuckle. "The ship's combat endurance would skyrocket."
"Heh, I guess all that taxpayer money isn't going
totally to waste."
"We've made a lot of progress on advancing our understanding of mass effect theory in the last few months." Shepard said as she showed him the mass effect core. Unlike most ship's Anderson served on, the spherical core was nestled in a rather small cavity. There was maybe a metre of clearance between the core and the outer walls of the chamber.
"It's going to be hard to run maintenance on it with this little clearance."
"You're not meant to."
A mechanical spider scuttled into view from behind the curve of the core.
"Between the advanced VI's and the neural interfaces, your engineers can delegate a lot more work to the maintenance drones. That's part of why you need a crew of only twenty two."
"I'll take your word for it."
"Between the refinements we've made and the output of the arc reactor, the Pydna can do 60 light years a day, four times what any military ship in Citadel space can do. If you get a distress call you can be on site in a quarter of the time, and you can run a spiral back plot on any pirate that jumps to FTL now, they won't be able to get away so easy anymore."
"No." Anderson whispered. "They won't."
"Welcome to the
main battery!" Shepard exclaimed with glee.
"That's not a mass accelerator."
"Nope."
Anderson looked at Shepard, then went to inspect the sturdy looking collection of metal and composite.
"This is a wiggler. Shepard, are you telling me that the main armament of this frigate is a laser?"
"More specifically, a 1 gigawatt, high ultraviolet free electron pulse laser that can be fed trough one of two, two metres diameter focusing mirror turrets. With the arc reactor, we can do more with less when it comes to eezo. Mass lightening systems were used to to get the necessary electron velocities from a cyclotron without excessive bremsstrahlung losses, and we've reduced mirror wear thanks to material science advances."
"Unless you've got room temperature superconductors stashed away somewhere Shepard, the heat this thing generates… oh."
"Exactly, we've got no reactor or main engines to add to our heat load. The laser main battery is the main source of the
Pydna's heat output, and even then it can still remain in combat longer than the competition."
She leaned in conspiratorially. "Wanna hear what this thing can do?"
Anderson nodded, a little wide eyed.
"One gigajoule per second at one hundred kilometers, on a 10 square meter spot. That's enough energy per square meter to literally vaporise a person. And all that power completely bypasses kinetic barriers."
"You said the
Pydna is meant for long term independent deployment Shppard. But this ship is really cramped, people are going to start getting antsy."
"Are they?" She asked, and he could feel the smirk over the radio.
Suddenly he was surrounded by a plain of grass. Next they were floating above a storm cloud, then they were in an undersea aquarium.
The neural interfaces can be used to create the illusion of open space and privacy, my psych people say it should increase the psychological well being of the crew. You can probably crew this thing with krogans if you wanted to."
"It's got the usual Paragon Industries goodies." Shepard said as they strolled along.
"Electronic warfare, advanced heuristic fire control. I've even adapted the base defense VI's I've developed for anti-boarding work. And a research VI so you can run astronomic observations in the background where you're not shooting people out of the sky."
"Ah, here we are, the CIC."
Anderson squeezed through the door after Shepard and frowned at the size of the room. A spherical chamber maybe five meters in diameter, with six reclining seats around the perimeter.
"Not much elbow room."
"What? It's cozy." said Shepard defensively. "The
Pydna can pull more gravities than it's core can compensate for under war emergency power."
She hit a switch and the seats rose up, flattening and shaping into special grooves in the ceiling.
"This chamber is one big ball bearing that can spin in whichever direction to keep you on your back to prevent you from blacking out. There are smaller versions in engineering and the troop bay as well."
"Besides, the view is really something."
The walls swam before Anderson's eyes and seemed to turn transparent, showing the hangar surrounding the ship as if they weren't in fact surrounded by metal and ceramics on every side.
Anderson shook his head after they took a seat in the galley.
"This ship is going to change things, doctrine, standard operating procedures, hell, even the strategic goals will have to be re-evaluated. This is above my pay grade Shepard."
"I figured as much, I can give you the specs to pass along to your people, help them figure out what they can and can't do with my ship."
"That would be appreciated."
Anderson sighed. Well, if nothing else it would be good for his career.
"So how many do you think the admiralty will want to order?" Shepard asked with an impish smile.