Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2012 23:13:46 GMT -8
“Good luck Dorian,” said the face on the screen.
“Thank you Glenn,” he replied with half a smile. “We’ll get together for that drink when I get back.”
“My best to Kinin, Winton out.” And the feed was cut from the Captain of the Hyperion.
Dorian smiled in the direction of the helm. "Take her out Mr. Star," he said.
The call for medical help had come in the late morning after a small Gimundian shuttle had limped into the station screaming for assistance. The star charts that contained the route to the planet in question were quickly sent from Etimon but they were incomplete. Other than some vague sensor data they hadn't time to analyze they had the barest idea of how to get there. He only knew they had to get the medical supplies to the devastated planet as quickly as possible.
He was counting on Stellar Cartography to work through the data and give them a better handle on the final portions of the route.
His logistics department had pulled off a next to impossible job of getting the needed supplies and personnel aboard with their heavy duty transporters. They had filled the Talon's port hold and gotten them stowed in record time.
Hyperion might have been faster than Talon in normal space but her cargo bays weren't as capacious and Talon’s helm crew was more familiar with the streams that would be the key in getting the supplies to the hurting populace as quickly as possible.
He sat easily in his command chair watching the view screen as they sped toward Gimund.
He mused on his little personal contest with his friend Glenn Winton. From their earliest days at the academy their friendly rivalry had had been more like counting coup in a way. Right now, he was a little ahead by his way of reckoning.
He had to say though. That ship of Glenn’s was one beautiful and deadly piece of hardware.
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