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2024.11.28 07:44 LordCoale The Mercy of Humans: Part 93 - The Ōmononushi
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Lieutenant Mohammad Suliman looked at the steel cabled manacles on his ankles. He’d worn them so long that his skin had developed calluses. Which when he thought about it, and he didn’t often, was preferable to the scabs and chafed abrasions he’d had for so long.
The Vredeen kept him chained to his own bunk when they were not torturing him for information. Information he did not have. He was the Ōmononushi’s quartermaster. He knew supply. He didn’t know tactical, weapons, or sensitive information. He knew also better than to lie. He’d watched them execute the weapons officer, Lieutenant Commander Natalie Kilmeade, when they’d caught her in a lie. She damned well knew more than he did and killing her was a mistake. They knew that now but decided to take their frustrations out on him.
He’d had more injuries and broken bones in the past month than he’d had in his entire life. The quickheal medications kept him alive and physically he was okay. But he was far from okay mentally. He was damned near the breaking point. The only thing keeping him going was the picture of his wife and kids that he’d managed to keep hidden from his captors.
Every night, he would pull it out from the cut in the seam of his mattress and stare at it, but always making sure he hid it from the cameras. He promised them every time that he would stay alive and make it back home. Sometimes he even believed it.
The lights in his room came on unexpectedly. With the unrepaired battle damage, the lights flickered fitfully. He knew the antimatter magbottle for the power plant was damaged. He suspected that if it were spooled up to full power, the ship would explode. He didn’t want to die. But he also didn’t want the enemy to gather any more intelligence from his ship. Before the ship had been captured, Captain Amari Granger had wiped the computer core. Some of the local computers, like the power core, were working, but the ship was dead.
It was late night, or early morning, depending on your frame of reference. Either way, he was awakened at least three hours early. It was hardly the first time his prison wardens had done it, but it had been months since they had bothered. He had been left alone for days. At least he thought it was days. He often could not tell.
He’d tried to keep marks on wall, floor, and even on the bed frame. But the Vredeen had found them and obliterated them. But they had not found the marks he’d left for any other prisoners when he was taken out and grilled about the technology and capabilities of his ship. He’d discovered that there were at least four more humans aboard the ship, which gave him a little comfort.
The hatch slid open, and he saw two of his captors. In his mind, he called them ‘Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum.’ Emphasis on Dumb. They played good cop/bad cop, but they did it poorly. They were nothing more than thugs, but they were effective thugs… brutally effective thugs.
“Gramguk… Gramguk! Pesh id gramguk migidi, ko.” Dee was in rare form. His orders were barked with just enough snarl to be taken seriously, but not enough to intimidate. Mohammad could not understand their language, but he’d learned a few words. Dee was ordering him to get out of bed and follow them.
Dumb, however, decided to go the easy, brutal route. He stepped in grabbed Mohammad’s hair and dragged him from the bunk. He was halfway to the door before the chain yanked him up short. Instead of letting go and allowing Dee to unlock the shackles, he just kept yanking harder. The end result was a handful of Mohammad’s hair.
“Ashek mag ti bog. Pesh id gramguk. Flegeked poge!” He punctuated each sentence with a kick to the prisoner’s ribs.
Mohammad felt a rib snap, then another. He saw spots and passed out for a few seconds, coming to and seeing Dee punch Dumb in the face. It was not a soft punch, either. Dumb was knocked back into the hallway on his ass. It almost made Mohammad laugh. He refrained because he did not know if Dee would then decide the kicking was justified.
Dee snarled something unintelligible and glared at the other guard. Dumb surprised Mohammad by doing the smart thing for once. Holding his hands up, he warily backed out of the room.
“Shtaahnd!” Dee had attempted to say words in English before, but either their vocal apparatus could not recreate certain sounds, or it was an accent thing. They could not make ‘st’ or ‘sp’ sounds. “Pesh id shtaahnd.”
Mohammad spit out blood as he climbed slowly to his feet. He’d learned long ago not to look them in the eyes. It always resulted in a methodical beating. With his already broken ribs, he felt that was not a risk worth taking.
Dee used a remote to unlock the shackle connecting to the bed. His legs were still connected with a steel cable, but there was enough length that he could walk easily. Dumb led the way with Dee following. He walked as fast as he could, and for once, Dee was satisfied with the pace. They often use an electric prod if he moved too slow.
Dumb stopped at the door to the mess hall and stepped to the side. The door opened and Dee pushed him through. The mess was empty except for a single individual seated at one of the tables.
Mohammad had never met a Tloung-hi. But every human knew what they looked like.
Most humans instinctively disliked the Tloung-hi. Their resemblance to Terran snakes was uncanny. This one’s scale patterns were a dull blue green with flecks of gray, black, purple, and silver. His eyes were a bright orange tinges with red and flecks of gold. His pupils were a midnight slit, and like snakes, they did not blink. Instead they had a clear scale over each eye. Unlike humans, their nostrils were high on their foreheads, with four long, narrow slits.
“Pliisss,” he said, “have a sseat. My name is Drov mek’Arrim.”
Mohammad was taken aback at the being’s voice. It was almost a caricature of what humans thought a sentient snake would sound like. He almost laughed at it, but again, he felt that it would be a mistake. Instead he sat as carefully as he could manage, to keep the broken ribs from grinding.
“You are iiinjured?” Mohammad nodded. “You need medical treatment. Painkillersss and quickheal, yessss?”
“There’s a first aid kit on the bulkhead behind you. It has what I need.”
The Tloung-hi went to the first aid kit, and instead of trying to find the correct meds, he simply pulled the entire thing off the wall and brought it to his human captive.
“I do not know what medisssine you need.”
“There are injectors preloaded with painkillers, anti-inflammatories, antibiotics, analgesics, and quickheal. Use the blue wand to scan my injuries. It will automatically detect what I need and program the injector. Then you can just hit me in the arm with it. Right here, in the meaty part of my shoulder.”
“Really? Fassscinating. I will be honest with you. I have always respected you humans’ ability to create high tech solutions to simple problems. It makesss your livesss ssso much easssier.”
Drov used the sensor wand, waving it over Mohammad’s body, detecting all the injuries before handing him the injector.
“I will let you do it. I would not like to make a missstake.”
“Thanks.” Hitting his arm with the injector, he sat back and waited for the painkillers to hit. It only took four or five seconds, and like a light switch, the pain went away. “Ahhhhhhh…..”
“Better?”
“Yeah. Lots.”
“I apologize. I am not in charge here, but a guesssst. They asked me to… interpret for them. I sspent ssome time at our embassssy on Terra. I learned to ssspeak Englisssh fluently. If not so well asssss a human. Perhapsss I can intervene on your behalf.”
Mohammad did not believe that for a femtosecond. This guy had to be an intelligence agent.
“I’m sure you are getting a bit better treatment.
“Provided I give you answers they want? I keep trying to tell them, but I am a quartermaster. I order supplies. I have absolutely no idea how any of the combat systems work. I was never trained on them.”
“Yet you are eighth in the chain of command. I find it hard to believe you know nothing.”
“If I ever had to take command, we would be too deep in the shit for me to make a difference. I know the basics of ship navigation and how to run and hide. If I were to be in command, I’d have to rely on the department heads and enlisted personnel to keep me from making too many mistakes.”
“I ssssee.”
“They killed the one person who could have given them the information they ask for. You should know something about humans. We are stubborn as hell. Commander Kilmeade lied, but hell, you should expect that from any prisoner, no matter how much you torture them.”
“Yesss, and that isss why they do not believe you are telling the truth,” Drov revelead.
“I figured as much, but what can I do? If I lie to them, and they go try to verify the information, I’ll get shot too? It’s a lose-lose scenario. So… I think I’ll stick with what won’t get me shot.”
“I can sssee your logic.”
“Tell, me something. Why do they keep attacking us? We’ve never done anything to them to warrant the aggression. I mean, I kind of get what got your people into conflict with mine. I don’t agree with what your people did. But I can kind of see why.”
“The conflict between humansss and Tloung-hi wasss because of one of our trade consssortiumsss. Imagine if one of your large corporationsss desssided to sssstart a conflict with another ssstar nation, and it caused that entire sssstar nation to declare war on all humansss. I wasss jussst asss unhappy with their actionsss asss you were.”
“In our past, we had corporations that started wars. So, I can see it. It doesn’t change the past. It might help change the future. But it doesn’t tell me why the Vredeen are so hellbent on attacking human ships and systems. I can promise you something, though. It will not end well for either of our peoples. I don’t really want that. I don’t want a bunch of innocent people to die.”
“Inosssent people die all the time.”
“See, that’s the difference between us and the Confederation. We go out of our way to not kill innocents. You might think that is a weakness, but… it’s how we are wired. But if you don’t agree with that, then let me couch it in terms you will appreciate. Wars cause financial disruption and loss of valuable properties and materials. The short term gain in markets for weapons and ships will not last.”
“Perhapssss… But that issss not for me to dessside.” The alien shrugged, a gesture he’d learned in his time on Terra. He’d learned that by adopting human behaviors, the humans he interacted with were more at ease. And that is advantageous at times.
Mohammad’s stomach rumbled, reminding him that he’d not eaten lately.
“You are hungry?”
“Yeah. With quickheal, you have to consume extra calories. If you don’t, then you could actually die from the treatment that saved your life.”
“Interesssting. We do not have medical technology like that. What would you like to eat? When I was on Terra, I developed a tasssste for barbecue ribsss. But I do not know if you have anything like that aboard.”
“We do. May I?” Mohammad was sure the other being was trying to manipulate him. He was just unsure how.
“You sssertainly know more about thisss ssship than I do.”
Mohammad knew the automated meal system was down. But as the ship’s quartermaster, he knew where the frozen meals were stored. He undogged two latches and opened a panel on the wall. Inside was a maintenance access port into the meal preparation station. He popped it loose and on the other side was the frozen good storage unit.
“Pork of beef ribs?” He asked.
“Which do you prefer?” The Tloung-hi being knelt beside the human as he dug into the mechanism.
“I am Muslim. I do not eat pork. But if you want it, it does not bother me.”
“I do not underssstand. Why would you not eat pork? Food isss food, is it not?”
“There are many religions on my home world, almost as many as we have languages. According to some studies, there are over 4,000 religions, and there are over 7,100 known living languages spoken by humans. That said, there are some that are more popular. Along with Islam, the other major religions are Christianity, Buddhism, Hinduism, and Judaism.
“It used to cause much strife and contention. Terra’s past is littered with wars and atrocities done in the name of God. It is a source of great shame for all humans. But we have learned to live together with our differences and even find strength in them.
“I am a follower of Islam. In my people’s language, the word ‘Muslim’ directly translates to ‘one who submits to God’. We follow the teachings of the Prophet Muhammad.”
“You are named after thisss Prophet? That isss not consssidered heretical?”
Mohammad sighed. It was a question many not of his faith asked.
“There's a very long and complex explanation, but it would take weeks to get into the details of it all. So, to spare you from the boredom, I will cut the long story short. The practice of Islam is based on carrying out the commandments of Allah, which is our name for God. ‘Islam’ means submission to Allah or to Allah's will. We know His will as it was delivered through his Prophet Muhammad and recorded in our holy text, the Quran. The first part of the Shahada, which is our declaration of faith, is the declaration of the oneness of God. There is no God but God. To attribute divinity to anything or anyone else, is considered shirk, which is an unpardonable sin.”
“But even among my people, there are many different variations of Islam. But don’t get me started on Christianity. There are more than 45,000 Christian denominations: Pentecostal, Presbyterian, Lutheran, Baptist, Apostolic, Methodist — the list goes on and on and on. It is very confusing even to those who study religions.”
“Fassssinating. My people have only one religion and one God. I know humans believe we worship money, but that is not the case at all. It is jussst instead of physssical conflict, we wage war in commerce. At times, I am not so sure if that is a good thing.”
“Anything done without a moral compass potentially causes harm to others without any remorse or concern for the consequences. It leads to harmful behaviors that negatively impact individuals and societies as a whole.”
The Tloung-hi cocked his head to the side, another gesture he’d learned from humans, and one he had adopted. His people had no such non-verbal communication to show a person is thinking. “I will attempt to learn more of yoursss. I have alwaysss believed that learning new things keeps the mind agile and young. It also helps to understand people.”
Drov seemed genuinely interested.
“The Vredeen took my Quran, and I have asked for its return many times. It is our holy text and without it, I feel lost. But I assume that is their goal. Just a different type of torture. Here…” He handed the Tloung-hi a yellow package. “This is a beef brisket with sweet and spicy barbecue sauce, with loaded mashed potatoes, and mixed vegetables. I think I will have… this one. Beef shawarma with hummus, kabsa, falafel, and candied dates and walnuts.”
Mohammad’s meal packaging was blue, which indicated it was halal.
As they sat back down, Mohammad pointed at the meal package. “There’s a tab here. Pull it out, and it will automatically rehydrate anything that needs liquids and heat the meal. It takes a minute or so to be ready. It’s not the same as freshly cooked meals. But it’s okay in a pinch.”
They activated the heaters and opened them after a minute or so. The smells made his mouth water. He’d been surviving on a thin, tasteless protein gruel. It had the nutrients and calories he needed to survive, but they tasted like sawdust.
“You are right. The real thing isss better. But thisss isss not ssso bad. I am impresssed with the sssmoke tassste. That isss what I remember the mossst. The wood on your world isss what givesss your food sssuch flavor.”
“I agree. There’s something about cooking over a fire that touches a part of our psyche. Before we had language, we had meat cooked over an open flame. It is a primal memory all my people share.”
“Yet you chose the, sssshwarma? Isss that correct?”
“Shwarma is from my part of Terra, the northern part of Africa and into the Middle East. My grandmother made it fresh for me as a child. There is a comfort in those memories, too. She died a few years back. I miss her every day. I cannot tell you what I wouldn’t give to have just another day with her.”
“There isss a sssaying among my people. It transsslatesss into, ‘You are unaware of your blesssssings until the day you lossse them.’ I alssso miss my sssire’sss mother. Ssshe wasss the anchor of my family. Sssince ssshe died, we have no hakluk’I maj. That term hasss no direct transsslation, but meansss, ‘The person who isss the wisssdom and guide for a clan.’ They are more important than the clan chief and hold a plasssse of honor and ressspect.”
“Yeah, nobody pisses off Grandma. She can make your life wonderful or miserable. Which one is based on how you act.”
“Agreed. You do not pissss off Grandma,” Drov finished.
After their meal, Drov called the Tweedles in.
“I have enjoyed our conversssation. Unfortunately, I have dutiesss to attend to. I have an incredibly boring meeting with the Kerag’tel consssortium’sss head of finansssse. He isss useless and hasss an overinflated ego and ssssenssse of importansssse. If he wassss not married to their chairman’ssss daughter, he would be a dockworker. And probably a bad one.”
“It happens to humans, too. People with connections and no useful skills get the good jobs, while those of us who have skills but are political or social nobodies get to slave away in obscurity. That’s why I joined the Navy. I could get ahead on my own merits.” Mohammad stopped for a moment, his eyes grew distant and cold. “But I am never going home, am I?”
“That issss not for me to sssay. But I will do what I can. That isss the only promissss I can make.”
Their meetings continued on and off for the next few months. Mohammad had grown to enjoy the conversations, even knowing the Tloung-hi was an intelligence agent trying to learn as much as he could. But the line between friend and enemy had blurred.
However, since these meetings had started, Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb had not abused him again. It was almost as if they were afraid to do anything that might cause him discomfort. But who would they fear? Was it Drov? Mohammad thought so, which just reinforced his opinion that the other being was more influential than he let on.
“Good morning, Mohammad. I am pleasssed that you could join me for a meal. I brought sssomething that you might like. I wasss very impressed with the cheessssecake you made lassst week. Ssso, I brought one of my people’sss frozen desssertsss. It isss called havratiim. It iss made from a fruit called kaparit. It isss ssslightly sssweet and a little sssour, but very creamy and light. I verified that your people’sss biochemistry is compatible.”
“It looks like something we call custard. I can’t wait to try it. I found something deep in the meal prep system for you. I think you will like it.”
“Ssssomething from your people? Or sssomething elsse?
“Something else. I think you’ll love pad thai and pad see ew. They are stir-fried noodle dishes with vegetables and meat. But I have to ask how your people respond to spicy foods. When you were on Terra, did you ever eat anything made with chili peppers?”
“Yesss. My people’s tassste mechanisssmsss are different from yoursss. The sspicesss on your world do not affect usss like they do you. Sssomething to do with coevolution. Those chemicalsss evolved to affect Terran animalsss. And I am not a Terran animal. But I do get to tasste the flavorsss.”
“Good. In Thailand on Terra and in the Singhanavati System, if someone asks if we want spicy, I say no. They love to watch farang cry.”
“Farang? I am not familiar with thisss word.”
“Farang means foreigners in the Thai language,” Mohammad replied.
While they spoke, Mohammad activated the meal containers. He had three different meals. The pad thai, pad see ew, and khao mok gai. Khao mok gai literally means "rice covered chicken" and is a Thai-Muslim dish made by cooking rice with chicken curry.
“Ah, we have a word for non-Tloung-hi. Ul’bathat, it meansss untrusssted ssstranger. We alssso have a word for an untrussted acquaintance, Ul’grafar.”
“Do you have a word for an untrusted family member? On Terra, we call them a ‘black sheep.’ It comes from pre-industrial Terra, where from the rarity of black sheep born in a flock of white sheep, and the undesirable nature of their wool. Black wool could not be dyed another color like white wool can. So, that sheep was worthless economically and they’d not want it to reproduce and pass on those genes.”
“Gulvirai’i. That isss our word for a ‘black sssheep.’ It translates into ‘backstabbing, stupid useless bastard.’ It is an unforgivable insult.”
“Gulvirai’i? I like it. I will have to remember it. I know a lot of stupid useless bastards.”
They both chuckled. In the past few months, he’d grown to respect the Tloung-hi, even if he didn’t trust him at all. Mohammad was most surprised at the other’s sense of humor. It was dry, deadpan, and occasionally dark. He occasionally had to stop himself from trusting the intelligence operative. It is hard to hate or mistrust someone you like.
“It ssseemsss to be universssal. Every sssentient ssspeciesss I have encountered had individualsss who are jussst, how isss the human term? Just a fucking ussselessss waste of oxsssygen?”
“Yeah, that’s it. Sometimes a person is only useful as a good example of a bad example.”
“Oh, that isss perfect. I have not heard it put ssso elegantly. I like it. I will have to remember it. I know a lot of useless people. They seem to get promoted to the positions where they are just incapable or incompetent, but you cannot seem to get rid of them.”
“Your people have the Peter Principle, too. I guess it is another universal concept.”
“I do not underssstand. What is thisss Peter Principle?”
“It is a management theory that’s about 500 years old. It says that people in a hierarchy tend to rise to ‘a level of respective incompetence’. Employees are promoted based on their success in previous jobs until they reach a level at which they are no longer competent, because the new job is outside of their education or skill set. But management refuses to admit they were wrong. They often get shuffled off into other jobs where they can do no harm.”
“That isss an elegant theory.”
“Now, let’s eat. I figure we can open all three and sample a bit of each.”
“Sssoundsss like a wonderful idea.”
Mohammad grabbed two plates and some utensils, and then started serving the different dishes. The two dug in with enthusiasm. Mohammad because he loved all three dishes, and Drov because he enjoyed experiencing new things.
“You were right,” Drov said around a mouthful of noodles and stir fried beef. “Thisss isss delicious. I find it interesssting that even though our tassste mechanisssmsss are different, and your ssspicesss don’t affect me, that I enjoy the tassste asss much asss you do. I have had other sssentient’sss foods ssand not had that exssperience. Vredeen food is inedible. It tassstesss like a sssewer sssmellsss. I would rather ssstarve.”
“Sounds horrible. The fed me some kind of tasteless paste for weeks. It was enough to survive on, but that’s it.”
“They call it brogck. The sssmell of it makesss me want to vomit. I wasss amazed you could eat it.”
“It didn’t have a bad smell. But it tasted like sawdust. Must be another difference in our senses. Maybe your people are more sensitive to smells than mine?”
“Ah. I jussst thought you were made of more sssterner material.”
“Hell, if you want to think I am a badass, go ahead. Now, let’s try your dessert.”
Drov had let it slip that it had been eleven and a half months since the Ōmononushi had been captured. It surprised Mohammad. If you’d asked him, he’d have guessed seven or eight months. Not seeing a clock or calendar for that long had been disorienting. But the fact that he’d been held captive for almost a year pushed him into a deep depression.
On Terra, all Muslims prayed five times a day, always facing toward Mecca. It was a practice that didn’t work in space, or on other worlds. So Muslims adapted. On a ship, they faced toward the bow, in the belief that you move toward Allah, not away. On other planets, they built a main planetary grand mosque as close to the same grid coordinates as on Terra. That was not always possible, and in those cases, they just did their best.
Since he didn’t have a clock, he could never tell when it was time for his five daily prayers. He prayed Allah would understand and forgive him because he tried his best. At least they allowed him to have his sajjāda. Having the prayer mat helped. He stood above the mat, facing the bow and started his rak'ah.
He raised his hands to his ears and said "Allahu Akbar."
God IS most great, he thought, placing his hands over his chest and focusing his eyes on the ground before starting to recite the opening chapter of the Qur'an.
Before he could say more than a few words, the hatch opened. Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb stood in the passage, clearly agitated. He could tell that they would not allow him to complete his prayers.
“Grag id nugri! Breg do! Migidi, ko!” Dee yelled.
“Allah, forgive me,” Mohammad said softly. “I will finish my prayers when I can.”
He followed Dumb as Dee took his habitual position at the rear of the three person formation. Instead of going to the mess hall, they took him to the main lift. Dumb smashed the #3 button in the lift car in anger. The third deck held the docking bay. It made him wonder if they were finally taking him from the ship.
The lift doors opened, and he saw several other of the Ōmononushi’s crew assembled in front of the docking tube, guarded by five large Vredeen. It was a shock. He had assumed he was the only survivor. He counted nine other crew members assembled. Ten survivors out of two hundred and seven. It reawakened his rage.
Dee pushed him roughly, knocking him to the ground. As he attempted to stand, the entire ship rocked violently three times in quick succession. Everyone, Vredeen guards included were knocked from their feet.
Missile hits, he thought. Someone is shooting at us. If not the Vredeen, then who?
Grabbing the bulkhead, he pulled himself upright. Looking at the wall, he realized something. A germ of a plan, perhaps a stupid idea, but he acted immediately. The bulkhead in front of him had a hidden small arms locker. Even with the main computer down, the locker’s security system was on local control. Which meant he could open it with his military link. That took only a second and he grabbed two wire gun pistols.
Wireguns were not the most ideal for most military engagements. Their range is limited because the spinning wires lose velocity, however for urban combat and short ranges. That meant they were ideally suited to shipboard combat. They don’t over penetrate and can’t damage most of the more delicate items aboard the ship.
He turned quickly, wielding a pistol in each hand. He shot Dumb with is left gun first. The Vredeen’s head exploded in a gory mess. Dee then died with a shot from his right hand gun blowing a hole through his chest. The remaining five guards were cut down in seconds.
“Chief O’Connell,” he addressed the senior noncommissioned officer, “you and Ward, grab flechette rifles and lots of ammo. Ensign Mambwe, grab a plasma rifle and powerpacks. Pulaski, Rodríguez, Hernández, and Georgiadis grab snubbies and ammo. Ionescu and Enebish, you get pistols and grenade launchers. Load up people. We have a ship to take back.”
“Aye, aye, sir,” O’Connell barked. “You heard the Captain. Get your weapons!”
Mohammad did not know if he was the ranking officer aboard. It was possible others were still coming, but he was not going to argue right now.
Two things the quartermaster did know that he never shared was the location of all the hidden small arms lockers aboard the ship, and who was qualified on what weapons. Mambwe was the strongest of the people present, and he had the heaviest weapon. Plasma rifles do a lot of damage, especially aboard a ship. But they could take out even armored troops. Flechettes and wireguns were the most ship friendly weapons. The flechette rifle could fire single darts at hypersonic speed or blasts out a hundred darts like shotgun. Snubbies, are carbine sized wireguns with larger wires and more powerful drivers. The extra power meant higher velocity. At close range, they could penetrate all but the heaviest personal armors. The grenade launchers fired fifteen millimeter grenades, ranging from high explosive anti-personnel to armor piercing and even EMP rounds. The best thing about the grenade launchers was the fact that they were guided smart munitions.
“Chief, we need to get the ship back online. Take Pulaski, Rodríguez, and Ionescu. Get to deck four, frame ten-port, panel 21-B. Pull card A-43-2-AH. Put it in slot 98-C-31. Pull card 5-SC-10 and turn it upside down and put it back in. Then hit the red button on the control panel once every second for ten seconds. That will recover the data core and put the ship back online. The rest of us are taking the bridge.
Once we have control of the ship, we take stock of the situation. We are going to have to shoot our way out of this, but someone is already shooting at the Vredeen. We are likely in the middle of their fleet. We will engage what we can as we haul ass outta here. Can do?”
“Can do, sir!” They all responded.
Just then the lift doors opened again, revealing Drov sealing a skinsuit. He stopped as he looked down the barrel of Mohammad’s pistol.
“Hello, Drov. As much as I would like to, I cannot let you leave. But if you cooperate, I promise you will not be harmed and released when we get back to Federation space.”
Drov surprised him with a wide smile.
“Mohammad, I cannot tell you how happy I am that you are alive… and in charge.” He looked at the dead Vredeen littering the deck. “I really hated thossse bassstardsss. I am glad you managed to kill them.”
“What?” Mohammad didn’t know whether to trust the other’s words or not.
“Our people have been adversssariesss before. But that wasss not your fault or mine. Like I sssaid, one of the other consssortiumsss ssstarted that conflict. Your fleetsss removed them from exissstensse. My consssortium was opposssed to their actionsss from the beginning. Like I told you, I ssspent fifteen yearsss on Terra. I have many friendsss there and I did not relish the idea of war between our peoplesss.
“There are two Federation fleetsss that have dropped out of hyper and are attacking the inner sssyssstem. There are thousssandsss of ssshipsss. The Vredeen have no hope of winning thisss fight, and I, for one, am happy. They are all uncouth gulvirai’i. I will accompany you asss you essscape. Then I will tell you why they keep attacking human ssspace.”
“You know why they keep attacking us? Tell me,” Mohammad demanded.
“I apologize, my friend. But that knowledge isss all that iss keeping you from killing me, too.”
“No, it isn’t. The fact that you kept me alive, and I suppose you kept all of them alive, too?” Mohammad could see that all the others knew the Tloung-hi.
“Yesss. And made sssure they had medical attention… and kept the Vredeen from torturing any of you anymore.”
“Are there any other Vredeen aboard?
“Yess, thessse ssseven were the security team. But there are sssix techniciansss trying to gather asss much data asss they can. They are unarmed.”
“Shit. Okay, change of plans. If you encounter these technicians, capture them if you can, but take no unnecessary risks. If they put up any resistance, kill them. If you encounter any armed enemy, let me know.” He motioned to Drov, “He might be telling the truth, but he might not. When they are accounted for, we will get weapons online and shoot any enemy ship nearby.”
“Any more survivors?” O’Connell asked.
“Not aboard the Ōmononushi. There are eleven othersss on the planet. There are alssso two other Federation ssshipsss alongssside yoursss. The dessstroyer Lynx, and the sssurvey ssship Tom Ssstafford. There are no sssurvivorsss aboard either of them. The Vredeen executed them before I wasss involved.”
“We will have a long talk when this is over,” Mohammad avowed.
“I look forward to it,” Drov agreed. “There isss much your people need to know.”
“Let’s get to it people. Make it happen,” Mohammad ordered.
They found Drov spoke the truth. Of the remaining Vredeen, three fought back and were quickly killed. The others were thrown in the ship’s brig.
Chief O’Connell rearranged the cards as instructed, and the emergency computer core backup came online, and the ship’s systems started up. All human ships had several backups just for situations like this, but as a security precaution, each ship’s backup was unique to it and known only to a few of the crew.
The computer core could be completely slagged, but there was no coming back from that.
“Look at that!” Specialist First Class Ward’s excited voice rang out across the nearly empty bridge. “I’ve never seen that many Federations ships in one place. And what the hell is that big ass ship? The IFF reads the TFN Behemoth. I’ve never heard of that.”
“Dunno,” Mohammad replied. “Hernández, see if you can raise the flagship. Maybe we can get them to stop shooting at us. Mambwe, target these three battle stations with everything we have.”
Those three stations were within a half million kilometers of the Ōmononushi. That is knife fighting range for a frigate, and other than defensive shields, it is impossible to defend against energy weapons. They lead off with beams on rapid fire, then launching missiles when the shields collapsed. Within four minutes all three were bleeding wrecks.
“Their planetary defenssse headquartersss isss right here.” Drov pointed to a remote island in the middle of the planet’s largest ocean. “In cassse you want to target it on the way out. A bit of a going away presssent.”
“Sensors confirm a lot of communications traffic there and there are multiple military transatmospheric vehicles lifting off right now.”
“Rapid fire on all tubes. Empty the magazines on it.”
“Gladly, sir,” Ward replied. The frigate had twenty six missile launchers with thirty missiles remaining apiece. That might take out the enemy HQ. They definitely wouldn’t be able to take out many of the attacking missiles.
Mohammad could feel the vibration in the deck as all launchers went to rapid fire.
“Got the flagship,” Hernández yelled.
The image of the Fleet Admiral appeared in the holotank.
“Sir, I am Lieutenant Mohammad Suliman. I am the ranking officer of the Ōmononushi. We’ve managed to retake the ship and take out three battle stations. We just launched our remaining missiles on their planetary HQ.”
“That’s outstanding. I will have some fighter wings cover your escape. Keep us informed, Pierre out.”
“That’s Davis Pierre… he retired. We must have missed out on a lot,” O’Connell complained.
Three fighter wings closed in on the Ōmononushi, covering their escape. It was only when the ship had passed the fifth planet’s orbit did they relax. They’d made it. Now they were spectators to the Federation’s methodical dismantling of the Vredeen system.
It was glorious to behold.
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2024.11.28 07:44 Khar00f Help, heat pump stopped working.
Hey guys, I have a situation hoping someone can help with.
I had a new electric heat pump and furnace installed last year. I'm sure it's been going on longer but lately I've noticed that my heat pump is not running. I'm heating strictly on Aux heat (furnace).
Since we're not home during the day it's hard to tell but I think when it's cold, the heat pump doesn't run (when I say cold, I means around 0 Celsius [not exactly cold by heat pump standards])
Tried putting it on A/C and lowered the temperature, still nothing but I want to say in summer it was providing A/C but it's hard to confirm since we didn't get a very hot summer this year.
Two weeks ago, I opened the electric panel on the furnace to see if maybe there was a loose cable or something, there seemed a cable was loose, I pulled it, tightened the pins and re-inserted it. It then worked for a few days, I thought that was the end of it.
Now it's doing the same thing again.
I'm not sure if it's an incompatibility issue with my Ecobee, but I remember during the install, it gave them hell to make it work properly with that thermostat.
The system is a Moovair, it's supposed to be a heat pump that will run up to -25 Celsius before the furnace kicks in.
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2024.11.28 07:44 DueMeet6232 Not drinking is the best way to solve every problem you have in your life right now
The direct solution to getting in shape, for instance, is to go to the gym and exercise.
The direct solution for being better financially is to get a better job or work more hours.
The direct solution to having more energy is to sleep more.
The direct solution treating your anxiety is either meditation or getting on meds.
All four of those problems have different answers for how to solve them. But they all have one shared and unifying approach to solving them, and that is to not drink. Going to the gym, for instance, will not be your answer to solving your money problems, just as getting a better job won’t directly get you in shape. But both of those problems will get better by not drinking.
It’s like, all the problems in your life are being passively solved 24hrs a day, every day you remain sober.
So if you’re worried about things and you don’t feel like you know what to do to make them better, just remember that you actually are each and every second of the day you spend sober.
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