Chapter 222
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Purple Hearts HIGHCOM
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"Thank you." General Sieba Kerren, commander of Camelot Station and the Indigo Fleet, thanked Merlin 1 for its summary of the situation. "So, do we accept the goods, or destroy them?" He asked his fellow generals. Only three of them were present in the flesh; the remainder were telepresence holograms that only were real-time because of some new technology out of BuEnergy.
"Well, I doubt there will be any negatives from rejecting the goods. Besides, of course, not having the material." General Emin Forte stated. The commander of Eighth Fleet looked very similar to Kerren, which was not surprising since they were created from a limited collection of genetic templates, or first- or second-generation mutations from those templates.
"Actually, there might be." General Cena Tenno, commander of Second Fleet, spoke up. "The Exiles might take it as an insult to refuse the material. We've seen something similar happen with the Drifter lord Hime and the Tarkos stations. Or, if it is their intent to use us as a proxy, then rejecting the material signals we won't be useful like that. In which case, we could be receiving something significantly more deadly than three unpowered barges."
"But that leaves a risk of attack via the supplies, or more likely the computers in the equipment." General Telos Amuro, commander of Fifteenth Fleet, commented. "But that's assuming that they would need us to accept the material in order to conduct an attack. The Intelligence division's public key collection isn't squidproof, but COMPWAR said it'd be impossible to get data out without leaving a trace. And they have that whatever-the-heck-teleportation that won't give us a month of warning while they Telemothy Fold a wormhole. They could probably place a 15-ton Dimmie bomb in the middle of Indigo with about two seconds warning."
"Lack of hostile action is not lack of hostile intent." Forte said.
"Very true." Kerren said. "However, I still think we're more likely to wind up getting turned into a subordinate state then outright destroyed. Merlins, did we miss anything?"
"Affirmative." A synthetic voice spoke up. A holographic '7' appeared in the center of the large, round table the generals sat at, pulsing in time with the syllables.
"The economic effect of the resources must be taken into account. This is not just war materiel." Merlin 7 continued. "Currently our method of generating essential minerals for hydroponic usage is to process material lifted from stillborn garden worlds. This is the current bottleneck for expanding hydroponic production, and therefore our population. By using the essential minerals included in the shipment, an additional 12,782 kilometers of pipe can be made operational without any use of stillborn soil processing."
The generals took a moment to look at each other, purple eyes meeting other purple eyes. The number the AI had listed was nearly a third their current crop infrastructure. That was enough to feed almost 36 million people. It wouldn't put them above their pre-Transfer-Wars population, but it was a start
At the current ratios, that would be two thousand geneticists to crunch through Projects L and E, and two hundred thousand less-skilled scientists to help them do that. That would be nearly a million engineers and assistants for the seven different design bureaus.
That would be two million more technicians and repair crew to keep Indigo alive. It would be five million souls producing more food. It would be three million more prospectors and miners.
That would be eight more Fleets, nine-point-six-million men at arms. That would be the Crystal Paladins being kicked out of the Novarin, Alkon, and Henno clusters. That would be eighty more independent squadrons to completely annihilate any problems from all but the strongest Drifter enclaves.
General Sohii Tano, commander of Twentieth Fleet, broke the silence. "If the resources are actually usable." He cautioned. "In addition, it'll be sixteen years until the first children enter the workforce."
"Of course." Forte said. "We will need to check the cargo very carefully anyway. Coming up with a way to do that quickly would be Bu-Inf's job. Anyway, there is still the political aspect of accepting the material."
"I propose we attempt to deny it as a source of political leverage." General Soro Fior, commander of Second Fleet, stated. "They have limited resources of some sort. Whatever that is, we need to exploit it. They didn't even bother to communicate in real time in an attempt to butter us up. That lets us control communications.
"We can draft and review our response to them, then have it automatically transmitted the next time their ships show up in system. Their weird teleportation trick produces some sort of radiation surge that we can use as a trigger, right?"
"Correct." Merlin 12 spoke up. "The radiation spectra does not match any previously observed phenomena. What is not known is the appropriate margin of error for the spectra of the surge. Still, that is a minor detail and that action will be successful."
"That matter aside, what are we actually going to say to them?" Kerran said.
"Do we even need to?" Forte asked. "They said as little as possible. They might not even care about our words."
"We should keep it short, whatever we say." Kerran said. "For such a serious delivery, there was very little in that message. Our response should be likewise."
"Agreed." Forte said. "I'll send a draft response around for review sometime in the next week. If that's all that's urgent enough for us to conference, then I suggest we adjourn."
"No other matters of high priority remain." Merlin 1 said.
"Excellent, meeting adjourned." Kerran said, slapping the table. Twenty-two holograms vanished. "This better work." He muttered, then said a bit louder. "I'll send a request to Bu-Inf for that scanning system."