Considering it's a "Sub-Space weapon" you could tell them that it was a Function of Applied Warp Theory. That and dummy up some Damage Reports to the Warp Core. The only way to "give up" said weaponry would be to Give up The Fancy Stardrive that lets everyone Bend the Light Speed Limit into a Pretzel.

Other wise you start asking for concessions or ask for data on how their Superweapons work.

With this kind of thing, is you need to make it seem relatively easy to do, and point out that it was done with (what is concidered) Civilian level technology, all you need is a big enough Drive that can bend space-time.

I should note that this is a kind of weapon, that once used, nobody will believe that you actually had it destroyed.
 
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Considering it's a "Sub-Space weapon" you could tell them that it was a Function of Applied Warp Theory. That and dummy up some Damage Reports to the Warp Core. The only way to "give up" said weaponry would be to Give up The Fancy Stardrive that lets everyone Bend the Light Speed Limit into a Pretzel.

Other wise you start asking for concessions or ask for data on how their Superweapons work.

With this kind of thing, is you need to make it seem relatively easy to do, and point out that it was done with (what is concidered) Civilian level technology, all you need is a big enough Drive that can bend space-time.

There is the problem that this is the... third time that people have bitched at the Jovians for doing their damnedest to keep themselves and everyone they care about alive, and has officially progressed into 'Marvel Comic Civilian' standards of ungrateful bastards who want to cripple them and their ability to protect others despite showing without a doubt that they want to protect the AQ again and again. It really has gotten to the point where an answer other than 'fine, have your damn borg invasion, we're out' has gotten to be unrealistic.
 
This is the Political Equivalent of Charging a Home Defender using a Firearm Of Unusual Size, Being Charged with Murder of an Uninvited Intruder. (Hey, Grandpa's old Cannon. It works. We had to make our own ammo, but it works.)
 
I think the Klingons, are upset that they don't have a Weapon of Ridiculous Size.
Every one else just won't to admit that they are of the same opinion.
 
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"How's the vote going?" Jhita asked as she pulled the curtains out of her replicator and holding them up. "Yeah, this works."

"It's still ongoing." I answered and shrugged on the screen of her quarters as I watched her put the flowing curtains up in her new quarters. For someone who had not lived on an Andorian colony since she was a kid, she certainly went for her people's style of furnishing. Long, flowing curtains covering the majority of the windows and rather stiff and fur-covered low chairs and stone tables.

Also, she kept the temperature at about negative four C, just below the freezing point of liquid water. Andorians could handle a larger range of temperature than humans which is why they could work in the rest of the ship, but to be truly comfortable, it needed to be around zero degrees centigrade.
Jhita liked it a bit colder.

She paused and looked over at the screen. "Still? You are usually done in twenty minutes. It's been two hours."

"A lot of people wanting to be heard." I said with a shrug. "Things take time even on our timescales."

"Thing's that bad, huh?" She asked and leaned against the window, crossing her arms.

I sighed. "Pretty much. You would think the Federation Council or someone like the Tholians would be the ones who pitched the biggest fit about us having subspace weaponry. But nope, some of us are giving them a run for their money."

There were basically two factions right now. One of 'who cares, we have them now, let's keep them against the Borg.' and the other was 'I know we have subspace weapons. WHY DO WE HAVE THEM!?'.

Right now the camps were pretty much equal and things were really close right now and I was in the difficult position of being right between them. I knew how we got them and why, but also that it might be best if we gave them up. Mostly, I kept out of it and listened.

"How do we have those, anyway?" She asked and pushed off the wall and moved to sink down on one of her chairs, crossing her legs indian style. "Even research into them is so heavily regulated it's almost impossible."

Jhita was a member of the Division, just like I was.

"Sorry, that's need to know." I said anyway and frowned. "Sorry."

Crossing her arms, she flicked her antennae and then shrugged. "Fine. I get that. I don't like it, but I get it. I know how they work in theory, they are dangerous. For everyone involved."

"No arguments from me. There is a reason they were 'in case of Borg, break glass' level of security." I said and flicked my ears. "I'm not exactly for them either. They are dangerous, and I'm not talking about their actual effect here. Politically, they are lethal."

"How bad?"

"According to Gates, the council is talking about sanctions against New Jupiter." I explained. "And that's just one of the ones that's likely to pass. A couple of representatives are pushing for an outright blockade of the system."

"What the fuck? Let me guess, Betazed?"

"Got it in one." I said and sadly folded my ears to the sides. "But like I said, it's unlikely. If we for some stupid reason vote to keep them, however, I wouldn't put it past going to sanctions."

"I take it you vote for not keeping it?"

"Mhmm." I agreed. "Useful, but too dangerous."

Jhita nodded. "Can't help but agree. How does things look so far with the others?"

"Crew or ships?"

"Both."

I flicked my tail and hmm-ed. "Things are split for both groups. But I think the vote will end up at 'hand it over for Starfleet to handle'."

But that wasn't the real problem in this, the subspace weapon was just a set peice. The real thing was the outrage in our population of 'why do we have this and how did I not know about it!?'.

This was a pretty major thing because of how our government worked. We were a direct democracy on a ship and station level. For major decisions the ships and stations may poll their populations, but they didn't need too. It was on a ship to ship basis. I liked to talk things over with my crew when I was unsure.

This was a major research project into a highly controversial subject. It might not get out into the general population, but all ships SHOULD know about it. There should have been a vote on whether this was something that should even be done.

Single ship or station projects might happen. This was way too big for this, this needed a group to build and keep secret and not just ships, but biological workers and researchers. This was Special Circumstances level shit and now our general AI population knew that something was up.

The Division might be exposed, even if just for the Jovians in general... and a lot of Jovians were deep in the entire Starfleet thing.

In short, things were poop and didn't look like it was getting better anytime soon. There was a ton of outrage about the entire thing.

But Circle and Plan B were handling it well. I'm glad they were, I hated politics. I couldn't wait to get out of the system.

It might be selfish of me, but I wanted to just go out there and study some comets and let all of this work itself out. But I also had a responsibility to my crew to do my best to help resolve this in the best possible manner.

"You know, sometimes I wish I was one of those ships that just put everything up to vote for their crew and then vote like their crew wants them to." I said to Jhita. "That would make things a lot easier for me."

"Must be your Starfleet origins." She said with a grin and a mock salute. "'Captain'. Hierarchical power structure."

I stuck my tongue out at her.

Jhita got up. "Honestly, I don't mind. I really don't want to be asked for my opinion about things that barely affect me and I trust you to get my opinion if it's something really important like this. Besides, you know me well enough to know what I would likely vote in most issues anyway." she said and looked around. "Now let's get this done so I can get some sleep, I have something like five hundred personnel files to go through tomorrow to pick the science staff."

"Closer to six hundred."

"Oh, brilliant." She said and shook her head. "Well, that's for tomorrow. Now beam the boxes of my clothes over, let's start there."




AN// A big bucket of thanks to Grey Rook for betaing this section.
 
So, the Delivery system to the Rotary Spreader was rated at "Sufficient" for that level of waste product then?
 
You know, if I was there myself as part of the representation of a race and/or group that deployed such weapons for self defense (as in this case) while being part of a larger group (starfleet in this case), I would just have gone: Fine we won't use the weapon to save 'your lives' and 'your worlds' and just to make sure we actually can't use them in such a manner we'll hard lock it to be usable only in our own star systems to protect them. We shall miss your races and culture's when they are gone but you have made your choice...

I would then proceed to walk out and leave, probably muttering insults the entire way to my ship...

As for the part of the Jovian AI group that are bitching about having such a weapon, or the fact that they didn't know about it, well most of them were or are starfleet, surely they have an idea of black ops, deniable assets, top secret (as in government only) projects and similar. If they (active starfleet group mostly) can assure us that they c(w)ould keep all such data and projects to themselves while being part of starfleet then I'm pretty sure we would have let them know, however seeing as there is an easy split in personalities (just look at how fast star's original fork changed tunes...) there are more than enough reasons to keep such research quiet, simply because there would be one who would leak it...


... let me stop ranting for now, I'm getting somewhat worked up, which I shouldn't.

Lets just say it boils down to the fact that yes, such weapons were researched, and yes, in the defense of the home system(s) and it's people it was deployed as an emergency measure (for which it was designed), can any of those who are currently bitching (no matter group/race or affiliation) tell me they wouldn't take out such a weapon and use it in such a situation? Find me one who says no they wouldn't and I'll show you a liar (especially if they are starfleet officers). Any military(which is was starfleet essentially is) man or organization who's not willing to risk the possibility of loss, permanent or temporary, of FTL capability (and maybe some other tech based upon subspace being influenced) in the defense of their home system and it's people can best just retire, because their obviously not willing to do their jobs...


And yes the above is the summary... let me shut up for now, otherwise a rant will fly (again) and I don't feel like getting to worked up over a fanfic tonight... maybe tomorrow :D
 
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The Borg are a clear and present danger. The only proven way to deal with them is to hit them hard and fast with the biggest strikes you can and hope they can't adapt.

Consequently these weapons were always going to be used by someone, somewhere. At least the Jovians have repeatedly shown they are pro-life and pro-individuality. However every time they have successfully defended the freedom of the Federation the yelling to punish them for how well they do it gets louder...

It's a good thing the Jovians are so nice as a species or the next time the Federation faces a super threat I'd be worried that maybe they just won't show up.

Of course if the Federation doesn't want them to build bigger, they can always go smaller. AI controlled nano-tech is so much safer that big assed cannons, right?



Now internally, that's a different matter. Direct democracy is a fine idea, but brakes down when it comes to operational/military secrecy. The fact that there is no official military means there has been no discussion about who should be making the decisions about things that cannot be openly discussed.

Subspace cannons are a big step, one that should have been kept secret for the simple reason that the Borg are almost certainly listening to Federation communications by now. Fine. But the general question of how far are we willing to go to defend ourselves and others is one that should have been asked some time ago.

In addition the decision makers for these secret things should be a matter of public record. Accountability is paramount for any such role in a direct democracy.
 
This also is explaining what the name of the fic is for.

Subspace rifts, relationship rifts, and rifts between peoples.
 
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Kennedy Drake floated in the microgravity, space all around as he watched the black shape in the distance. The black made it mostly visible when it crossed in front of a star or one of the lights from traffic in the area was hidden behind it for a moment.

He slowly let out a breath and closed his eyes, allowing himself to drift, trusting the ship to not allow anything to bump into him as he waited.

The ship.

Ivy. The ship he loved.

She didn't feel the same way. But he had not lost hope completely. There was still a chance and he thought he had seen some hints... maybe he should try asking her out again.

But it needed to be the right time. Last time he had been an idiot. Just after having her preferences changed? What the hell had he been thinking!? By the prophets, he was an idiot sometimes. Maybe it was too late. Maybe he blew it.

"Time?" he finally asked.

"Almost time," the ship answered, her voice from all around. "Just waiting for the last couple of stragglers."

Opening his eyes he spun around with a light movement with his arms to look towards the nearby stardock, "Have the inspectors arrived yet?"

Starfleet inspectors to oversee the removal of the riftcannon from the Xenocide class General Offensive Unit 'Plan B' were due to arrive today.

He couldn't help but shake his head at that thought. It was idiotic. Here was a working weapon against the Borg and it was being removed for political reasons? That was one thing he didn't agree with Ivy on. She thought it was for the best in the long run. Fuck, what did he know, she might even be right. Prophets knew that even on the best of days, she was hell of a lot brighter than he was.

But it still reeked of diplomatic cowardice, the same that kept the Federation from helping Bajor during the first Cardassian occupation.

"The Novaru is thirty minutes out," Ivy answered and brought up a screen in front of him, showing the incoming Nebula-class vessel on high magnification. "She doesn't expect any delays and the flight paths are clear."

She paused for a second, "The last of the crew are on board now, unless there is anything we have forgotten. Leonard has his toys?"

Drake couldn't help but grin at the mention of his pet Tellurian Iguana, "He does," he chuckled. "Put me down and let's get moving. Have a destination in mind yet?" he asked as gravity slowly returned and space shifted to be a tiny bit less perfect. In the middle of the room a command chair materialized and he settled gently into it as the gravity turned up to one standard unit.

"Several prospects," Ivy answered, forming her holographic avatar next to him. Like always, she looked amazing.

Normally Drake was not one for Caitians. They looked too non-human, but Ivy made it looked good. Silky golden fur and long dark hair and big amber eyes he could look at all day.

The fact that she tended to wear a short version of Caitian-style robes didn't exactly hurt. Damn, she was cute like that.

Of course, that was not really what she looked like. She could look anyway she liked. She was currently a three hundred meter science vessel.

Again.

"Any favorites?"

Ivy shrugged one shoulder, "Not really. Might check out all three systems, but we will see, they are in the same general direction. I'll let Jhita and her science teams decide which one looks more interesting."

Drake nodded, "Fair enough," he said and looked out towards the other side where the shadow was floating. "So when are we getting going?"

"Now," the ship answered and things started to shift before flashing and being replaced by the 'traveling among stars' effect. But the shadow of the other, smaller ship remained.

"What's that?"

"LOU 'Pumping Irony' decided to give us an escort for part of the way, she is heading that direction anyway."

Drake tried to not allow his amusement at the name to show. Man, what the Jovians' names lost in punch, they more than gained in humor. Still, he couldn't help but miss the older names. Like Enterprise and Andromeda.

They were still in use of course, but Jovians that didn't take over an old ship and just got a newly built hull tended to go for other names.

"Cool," he said with a nod. "Should we invite the senior staff over for dinner?"

Ivy grinned, "Already done. Merilyn is looking forward to meeting her chief engineer. Turns out the Vulcan used to work on the same ship she grew up on."

Drake nodded. Must have been one of the only two other survivors of that clusterfuck. The freighter was destroyed during the war and Mer was one of the only three survivors.

"Speaking of which, we need to schedule some drills," Drake continued. "A lot of the new crew are scientists and engineers and less than fifty of them have Starfleet backstory."

Ivy flicked her ears and nodded, "Most are experienced spacers, but that doesn't mean they don't need more training, especially on how to act in emergency situations. Space is dangerous at the best of times. Put something together and we'll implement it? I'll get working on an AI collapse drill."

Drake nodded, even as much as he hated those they were necessary. But the idea of Ivy dying...

"Yeah. We should also add some combat sims for you," he said instead. "Like you said, space is dangerous."

Ivy nodded, "It's for the best," and then smiled. "It's even fun. When there is no lives on the line, dogfighting is really fun. Wonder if the 'Pumping Irony' mind playing Opfor for that before she leaves? That way I don't need to fight against the holographic computer, it's never as good as a real opponent."

"We can ask over dinner."


AN// Big thanks to Pietersielie for betaing this section.
 
Heh, I'm willing to bet that even as the Riftcannon from the 'Plan B' is removed, Half a dozen are installed on new ships hidden under cloak elsewhere...

I mean, it's what I would do, give up/destroy the one they know about, build half a dozen more somewhere else, fuck the politicians... they have made up their minds, the one they know off is gone, and we just have to make sure we never use one in their defense even if it means their worlds dying... (yes I'm a cruel ass like that, maybe even pragmatic in some cases, but they made it clear they don't want one used even if it can save them...)

Stupidity like that really irks me as you all can probably tell... 'Here's the one weapon we know for sure can reliably kill the enemy (borg in this case)', 'it's too dangerous to be used, even if we have to sacrifice everyone and die as a species/culture, remove it now and here are the inspectors to make sure you do so'... In other news; To me it seems they're just pissed that the Jovian's survived as a species as far as I can tell, even after they got saved by them twice or even three times now (where the hell did they think those borg where gonna go next). etc. etc. and as usual the politicians went into whine, whine, bitch mode, just about the only thing they are good for...

Edit: Some other possibility:
I do hope that the 'inspectors' that are(revealed to be) inevitably infiltrated by(if not consisting of) the S31 agents that don't exist, are revealed trying to keep the data to it's construction/function to put some of our own pressure on the politicians... Where this idea came from? It's what I would do in this case, the weapons to useful to just destroy, besides they made it once, who says we can't or aren't doing it again...
 
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I do hope that the 'inspectors' that are(revealed to be) inevitably infiltrated by(if not consisting of) the S31 agents that don't exist, are revealed trying to keep the data to it's construction/function to put some of our own pressure on the politicians... Where this idea came from? It's what I would do in this case, the weapons to useful to just destroy, besides they made it once, who says we can't or aren't doing it again...
It's not that the Feddies or Klingons or Romulans (pre-berzerker), or even the Cardasians can't build their own, it's the fact that the construction and use of subspace weapons are banned by treaty. The Federation has signed that treaty, and the Jovians are still Federation members, so they shouldn't be doing so either. The internal arguments among the AIs is because some of them did this in secret without even telling the rest of the AIs let alone the Federation as a whole. Yes some of the internal friction is about the weapon itself, but a good chunk of it is about the way it came into existence in the first place.
 
It's not that the Feddies or Klingons or Romulans (pre-berzerker), or even the Cardasians can't build their own, it's the fact that the construction and use of subspace weapons are banned by treaty. The Federation has signed that treaty, and the Jovians are still Federation members, so they shouldn't be doing so either. The internal arguments among the AIs is because some of them did this in secret without even telling the rest of the AIs let alone the Federation as a whole. Yes some of the internal friction is about the weapon itself, but a good chunk of it is about the way it came into existence in the first place.

I'll just respond to this as the rest I've already been clear on and understand fairly well as most of the stuff about the unbolded stuff is simply my opinion.

As for the bolded stuff: Simply put is the fact that treaties are a wonderful thing and most countries or in this case space faring groups ignore them pretty definitely, cause their is always going to be that black op (so called 'Rouge' or 'Deniable Asset') groups that sees it as a necessary evil and builds it anyway. And when, not if but when, it's revealed that they do have one, mostly during times as this, were it may well have saved the quadrant, Everyone jumps on it as 'oh my god they broke the treaty', which shouldn't really surprise them and they immediately starts demanding things.

Now I won't say they didn't break the treaty some willfully or not (ones not in the know), but in this case they really should look at the result of what would happen if those cubes were not stopped where they were, if the subspace weapon wasn't used(or existed) the Jovian's and their people would have been assimilated and then the cubes would be free to wreak havoc elsewhere, now I don't know what assimilation means for AI, but if they do get subverted the Federation loses not only a new member species, which would weaken their status politically as being unable to protect their members (even if it wasn't true their opponents would use it) but they also loose a very capable group of researchers, combatants, technicians and other stuff they are by their nature good at. As well as giving the Borg the possibility to help develop the tech to give them the capability to turn the entire borg collective into hive loyal AI's that can accelerate their combat and other thought patterns to unheard of lengths (they may already do this up to a point given their adaptability). Given the sheer number of them that would not be good.

Sorry for the paragraph above, my mind ran away again;
But in this particular case from my point of view I'm seeing the case that some of those politician's that are essentially rabble rousing, are doing so not because they built/deployed the weapon, but because they (the Jovian's) didn't die off, they're basically against the AI race existing for whatever reasons and just grabbed hold of the rift cannon's existence as an excuse to weaken them (the sanctions and possibly more) by bringing that part up and bitching about it to get all the other politicians to do the same.

Could be just me though, but if you're willing to shoot yourself in the foot over some weapon existing against a singular treaty when extinction(race/culture/etc./etc.) hangs over your head by an enemy, you're an idiot...
 
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I ran my sensors all across space around me and the LOU moving along next to me. We were travelling at about a thousand times the speed of light and I was just enjoying it.

Almost a week into the journey and it was still just damn nice to fly, to feel space bend around me as I hurled through space.

What was more, I had a companion for the next three days too. Irene was a typical warship and no wonder, she forked directly off Star a long time ago and the first fork ended up in a Defiant. Since then she was an ROU up until she got the current LOU.

So she was very... Xena, Warrior Princess.

...Sadly without the leather. Nice tight uniform though.

I never got like that when I was a warship. Then again, the closest I got to being a pure warship was back when I was an Akira. Even my LOU had been a science variant. Not that you could call any ship truly 'civilian', not when we carried antimatter warheads as standard inventory.

But still, I had to admit it was a comforting feeling to have her there next to me in the dark, her matte black cylindrical hull a distinct contrast to my own oval and chrome.

Even her avatar was like that. Dark shoulder length hair and wearing the black uniform of our combat assets, a big and old Andorian dart launcher riding low on her hip.

I ran my sensors across her hull.

"Too bad warships are so utilitarian when it comes to anything that could possibly increase combat performance," I transmitted to her. "You would look great with some kind of nose art... like an old WW2 fighter plane."

"Who says I don't already? It's just on my avatar, not my hull," she answered with a grin in her voice.

"Oh? You have a tattoo? Of what and where?"

"Wouldn't you want to know?"

Now I was 'really' curious. But before I got the opportunity to try to find out, I picked up a signal.

"This is the medium frei...olling Profit. We require immediate assist..., we are under attack by pirate raiders! We need help!"

The transmission came less than two hours from here at this speed. A lot less at maximum velocity.

"I guess that's my cue to take my leave. Drop shields will you, love, and I'll pick up the rest of my crew," Pumping Irony transmitted, her own shields going down as we both dropped out of Warp.

I dropped shields, "Want some help?"

"Please, darling," she snorted. "Pirate raiders? What warship would I be if they were trouble?"

"Don't get cocky. Be careful out there," I said as the members of her crew that had been on board me shimmered out of view as she finished her rushed explanation to them.

"Of course. Same goes for you. Fly safe."

"Fly dangerous," I answered in the traditional goodbye to a warship, wagging my nacelles. 'Pumping Irony' did a roll in response and disappeared from my sensors as she engaged her cloak.

I ran a scan of space all around and then went back to warp, resuming my previous course.

"Ivy, what's going on? Irene said something about a pirate attack?" Merilyn asked from her table in the mess hall, her table companion - her old Vulcan friend - having been taken away via transporter less than ten seconds ago.

I formed a hand sized hologram on the table next to her coffee cup, "A freighter is under attack and she had to go deal with the pirates. As she won't be forming up with us again, she had to pick up her crew first."

Merilyn nodded and brushed her hair behind her ear, looking out the window, "Are we going to help?"

I shook my head, "No need. Unless the pirates turn out to be a full on Dominion strike group, there is no way 'Pumping Irony' can't handle them on her own and if it is something like that, she will be able to hide and get away to warn everyone else. Our presence there wouldn't help at all. If there is a threat an LOU can't handle, adding a GCU to the mix won't help."

"...Yeah, I guess you are right," she said and picked the coffee up, taking a sip as she held the cup between her hands. "It's just... I used to live on a freighter. I lost a lot of friends like that."

"I know."

Letting out a breath she looked down at her coffee, "What time is it anyway?"

"21:32."

"Great." She sighed and sipped on the dark liquid again, "Now I won't be able sleep. I didn't realize it was that late."

"You could ask Doctor Yamamoto for a caffeine counter agent," I suggested and leaned my back against the candle sitting on the table, my arms behind my back.

Merilyn shook her head, "That's a bad habit to get into. No... I might as well get some paperwork done. What happened, there were never this much back when you were an LOU."

"Less crew, much less engineering staff then," I said with a shrug. "I'm a larger ship now, not just in tonnage. My crew is over three times the size it used to be," before I grinned. "Just be glad I'm not a Mountain class GSV."

She groaned and finished her coffee, "I'm not sure I would be qualified for anything like that."

"I disagree," I countered before I smiled up at her. "Want some help with that administrative stuff? I can assist."

Merilyn hesitated and then she shook her head. "No," she finally said and smiled slightly, "My responsibility and I want to be the one on top of it."

I nodded, "Of course."

"...Just remind me if there is anything I forget."

"I'll try."



AN// Big thanks to Pietersielie for betaing this section.
 
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I dropped out of warp at the edge of the system and started scanning the system with passive sensors, staying cloaked until I was completely sure there were no new and subwarp civilizations in the system.

Unlikely as there were no radio signals, but it was not impossible for a species to skip radio and go straight for laser communication.

Three planets, one gas giant, fifty four moons.

I sat and listened, watching, waiting.

"Anything?" Jhita asked as she swiped the screen, switching to the next screen on her work station to bring up the readings of the next moon.

"Nothing at this range at least." I answered her and dropped cloak, "None of the planets or moons are inhabitable by any known species." I said before I shrugged one shoulder of my holographic avatar where I stood next to her, "Well, other than Horta I suppose. So I guess there could be some subterranean silicon based lifeforms."

"The odds of that are pretty tiny," she said and tapped the com link around her wrist. "Jennifer, any idea of where you want to start?"

"Nothing stands out from here." Jennifer Moreau answered from the astro-geology lab across the ship, brushing her blonde hair behind her ear with a frown as she looked at her own screen, "As I see it, we might as well work our way in from the outside, planet by planet. Perhaps with some special attention spent on the moons of the gas giant. They have a tendency to have a higher than normal gathering of rare minerals than rocky planets. What do you think, Ivy?"

I nodded the avatar sitting across the table from her, "As good of an idea as any." I agreed, "Seems like a pretty quiet system to me, but we are already here so we might as well do a preliminary survey."

"What, don't like looking at rocks?" the geologist asked with a smile.

I flicked my ears with a smile of my own, "It's fine, making new discoveries is always fun. But I have to admit, geology is not my favourite subject."

Doctor Jennifer Moreau was really good at it, picking up her doctorate at twenty three. There was a reason Jhita picked her out of all the candidates for the position.

"It's not the rocks, the rocks don't really matter." she said and leaned back in her chair, "It's... like looking into the heart of the planet, learning its past, its history. What makes it tick."

"...Yeah, I guess I can see that. So... outer most planet first?" I asked and engaged my impulse drive, dropping the cloak as I accelerated up to half lightspeed.

"Yes."

The planet in question was about the size of Mars, sitting quite far out from its local primary. A yellowish to the visual spectrum rock. Average day time temperature of about 138.15 kelvin at the equator.

No real detectable pockets of ice and no atmosphere to speak of. No magnetic field nor any volcanic activity. Those two usually go together.

Even at this range, I could tell it had a solid iron core of about a fourth the mass of the rest of the planet. No moons.

It was an perfectly average rocky planet which there were literally billions of in the universe. Perfectly normal and boring.

I went over to full active scans. Maybe because I was a warship for a while, but anything that perfectly normal almost had to be some sort of trap.

Even so, I didn't find anything. Just a perfectly normal planet.

Going into low polar orbit, I started to map the surface with all my sensors. Optical, gravimetric, neutrino, lasers.

"Jen, the mapping should be done in about thirty hours." I reported, "Do you want me to deploy some probes to speed it up?"

She shook her head, "No, we have plenty of data to process as it is and we are not looking for anything specific." she said and glanced up from her screen, "And not like we are in a hurry." before she frowned, "We are not in a hurry, right?"

"Right." I agreed, "We can finish the survey and then see if there is anything down there worth sending an away team for."

"Mmm." she answered, already having turned her attention back to her console, "Mark, can you give me a reading on sector three?" she said, drawing the attention of one of her subordinates.

I smiled and cancelled my hologram, letting them get on with it without my interference. Still, not all my sensors were on my planet facing side so I went on to also map asteroids and comets throughout the system.

Which admittedly is important in a populated system, but in a place like this is more like counting pebbles. Though, I guess it was possible to find something really valuable like a high deuterium crystal one.

Still, I shouldn't complain. This was exactly the kind of stuff I signed up with Starfleet for. I may not be Starfleet anymore, but this was still what I wanted to do.

Besides, all the boring bits made the exciting discoveries much more fun. Oooh... pretty.

The ground slowly moved beneath me and I zoomed in on a canyon with big white crystals in the sides. Just quartz, but it was pretty. Hmm.

I marked the spot on the map for potential sample taking. So far it was as good of a place as any. Also, I wanted a picture to put on the walls of my quarters. I bet quite a few of the crew would want to see that as well.

Would be good for morale.

Mentally humming to myself, I started to make schedules for places on the aeroshuttles.



AN// Big thanks to FPSCanarussia for betaing this section.
 
Just wanna throw out mad kudos for managing to capture the beauty of geology this chapter. People always think it's about playing with rocks. It's not. Geology is like an invisible book that tells the history of the world, or the land's diary spelled out in ancient bones and winding rivers.
 
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"Ivy, are you seeing this?" Doctor Moreau asked and leaned froward with a frown. "Is that what I think it is?"

"It is." I agreed, forming a hologram next to her as I ran my sensors across the anomaly. "A combination of durtanium, iridium, titanium and aluminium... very faint power readings."

We were mapping and scanning the twelfth moon of the gas giant, a rock about the size of Earth's moon with a hint of an atmosphere, about one hundredth of standard. Mostly carbon dioxide and nitrogen.

Jennifer nodded and leaned back in her hair, brushing a hair behind her ear. "That's looking an awful lot like a ship to me. Anything in your databanks?"

I slowly shook my head as I crossed my arms, flicking my tail tip in thought. "I'm searching. Not many species use durtanium hulls, but it's also heavily damaged so it's difficult getting a proper hull profile."

"It seems somewhat intact... I mean, if it hit hard, wouldn't it be spread across the landscape?"

"The upper hull at least." I said with a shrug, bringing it up as a hologram and twisting it so she could see it from the side. "See? The bottom two decks are compacted into... well, none. So it hit with some force, from the hull configuration and composition, I estimate that it hit with at least about three hundred meters per second. Could be more depending on how good their structural integrity field was."

"It's mostly covered by drifting sand even with the very low atmosphere." Jennifer said and did some quick calculations. "It's been there a long time. At the very least a thousand years. Maybe as much as two thousand."

"That's old." Mark Whitney commented from his old work station. "But at least it's not Iconian."

I nodded. "Well, that would be unlikely in the first place. We are far from Iconia and we are not even sure they used ships." I shrugged and continued; "I'm drawing a blank when it comes to whom it might have belonged to. Nothing in the database."

The ship was long and narrow, a circular nacelle close to the front in a 'puller' configuration. It worked but was not quite as efficient. I doubted that they would have been able to push more than maybe a hundred times the speed of light.

Jennifer looked up at where my avatar was standing. "I want in on the away team. I have the EVA qualifications."

I grinned. "Wouldn't dream of excluding you, Doc. Put together a team. But I want at least one member of security on it, just to be safe."

"...It's a thousand year old wreck."

"That doesn't mean it's safe. There could be anything in there." I countered with a shrug. "Better safe than sorry."

She nodded and tapped the com link on her wrist. "Moreau to Drake. I assume the ship has filled you in."

"She has. Want me on the team?"

"Ivy thinks we need some muscle. I volunteered you."

"How gracious of you. Send me the list of people and I'll get things organized." He answered before closing the link, going back to studying the hologram floating before him of the crashed ship for a second before making his way over to the main armory.

"Ivy, fire up your heavy platform. I want it along."

"You sure?" I asked, forming a hologram walking along next to him. "Sending along security is a good idea, but the heavy platform feels like a bit of overkill. You are all going to be in smart armor, after all."

"Oh yeah, total overkill." He agreed with a nod. "But I figured it would make a good field test."

"Oh." I said and nodded. "Good point. I'm activating it now."

"Start running diagnostics."

Inside the armory, power connections snapped off their mounts as I started running diagnostics on the heavy assault platform. It was a variation of my original heavy platform. Primarily quadrupedal but with the ability to shift to a three meter tall bipedal mode. Compared to the scout platform, this was less 'wolf' and more Siberian cybernetic tiger crossed with a tiger 'tank'.

Biopolymer muscles covered with thick tritanium armor and the best sensors you could fit into it without compromising the rest of the design. Even though it could use a more bipedal mode, it still retained the dual tails with manipulators in the ends, it was efficient. There was also a phaser emitter on each shoulder.

Fast. Deadly. Efficient.

Made to support an away team in any number of dangerous situations, able to set up a forcefield to provide cover if needed. A constant dome was possible, but it drained power at a silly rate as it would ground out against the... well, ground. Especially when moving. Even the fusion reactor on board could only keep one up for a couple of minutes.

An immobile shield facing was much easier.

Sensors, online.
Fusion power plant, online.
Weapons, standing by.
Shield generator, standing by.
Mobility systems, online.


All systems nominal.

I canceled the hologram as Drake walked inside the armory before I disconnected the heavy platform from its storage mounts and moved up to him. "All systems nominal."

My head was about level with his chest.

He nodded. "Shoot the data to my PADD and I'll do a manual inspection. Tell Carlos and... T'let that we are going to need to get the smart suits ready for the mission. Get the number of people going down from the Doc and the name list to me as soon as possible. Are we beaming?"

I shook my large head. "Negative. As we are likely going to be bringing artifacts back, the use of one of the aeroshuttles is more effective, especially if we will be spending some time on the surface. It will give you a place to get out of the suits and get some rest without wasting energy on transports."

He nodded. "Then have Mer have a look at it and start diagnostics."

"Already on it."

"Good. Now lay down and pop the maintenance hatches."




AN// Big bucket of thanks to Grey Rook for betaing this section.
 
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