On Route to the IAS Edward Deming,
The small shuttle was cramped in the interior, minimal head space, but at least the display screens provided a great view of the exterior.
"We'll be docking soon, better keep your eyes open cuz you aren't gonna see this group again!" The pilot laughed, remotely controlling the shuttle from a seat beside Geiben. The man had on a green pressure suit, along with a Calvary hat and aviators like he was desperate to be in an old-timey war movie, but he knew what his passenger should be looking at. Sure enough the Edward Deming herself would start to creep into view, growing from a small blue-red dot into a full star ship as the shuttle approached.
But the scene was dominated by the nearby starships.
Warships from Taipan, the Ersetu, even a massive world ship from the Konglong and giant space-creature that ferried the Valorians could be seen in close proximity.
The Deming was tiny in comparison.
The shuttle would make its final turn to slow itself down as it passed by the other larger ships, moving towards the underside of the Edward Deming. The shuttle's angular shape passing by the arrays of communications and survey gear on the underside of the ship before slowly moving to dock in one of the landing bays near the top.
When the side doors of the shuttle opened, there was already someone waiting for him.
"Geiben right? I'm Green-Thumb. Current Acting Captain."
The woman in front of him was massive. She stood a few inches short of 7 feet tall. Even under her olive-green marine uniform she looked positively amazonian.
"My responsibilities here include getting you up to speed on how to run a ship, and hopefully turning over the responsibilities for this ship to you once I'm satisfied with your performance."
"Understood, ma'am, it'll be an honor serving under you."
And I am hoping to turn over the captain position as quickly as possible so I can focus on my main duties.
... and uh...
I suppose you should know what you're in for? I assume someone walked you through the basics right? Orienting yourself in space? Moving about in zero G? The crew here is solid, and they won't let you make any stupid mistakes... but the way things are going we're going to need a good captain fast and not just someone who gives orders."
Green-Thumb looked at him silently for a moment, trying to put together an example...
"It is like being a good chef. You have to know more than cooking... you need to know how to put things on a plate... and how to deal with things that are not expected... and then there are people yelling at you."
She thought back to what she had seen in those cooking shows. He probably wouldn't need to deal with other chefs. There also likely wouldn't be specialty ingredients he needed to work with?... She decided to just drop this analogy before she could torture it anymore.
"The IAS Edward Deming is officially tasked to Green Squad of the Foreign Legion. It is a Hayden Class Survey ship, meaning we aren't very heavily armed or armored.
Unofficially, Green-Squad is basically baby-sitting Heram Wazu. The man attracts trouble, and moves about quickly. The International Summit going on now is his doing.
I have to balance the personal security of the Diplomats and Heads of State on-board the ship right now with dozens of warships from just as many different nations with ... well it sounds like Wazu is about to go to war with Taipan over the Adlet."
Green Thumb put her hands on her hips,
"This is all a bit of an info dump huh? Wanna just go see the ship?"
"I think I understand your chef analogy, ma'am. I spent quite a bit of downtime working with engineers. If you let me, I can actually oversee some improvements to the ship, given idle time." He smiles pridefully. "You don't have to worry about my capabilities. Kilina (of Pacifica) bio-engineering and ergonomics has come a long way." He clicks his heels, turning his maglocks on, before turning them off again. "No, I'll be fine in that regard ---"
He pauses, remaining silent as he continues walking, alas gathering the courage to speak up. "To be honest, ma'am, the IAS Edward Deming wasn't my first choice, to say the least, and politics is beyond me." He knits his eyebrows. State of the art warcraft from other nations and what does this ship have to protect itself? A few turrets and some missile pods. "I think I'll have to agree with your assessment of Mr. Wazu. Based on what he's inviting, he certainly lives up to his namesake."
"...Engineers is a start, but you will need to need to get your political chops if you want a bigger ship. We're competing with other ships for new crew members... and if you're gonna run the show you'll have to get used to procurement. Getting what we need, before we need it... uh... without really know what our next mission will be."
Green-Thumb would briefly stop as they reached another wide intersection. The crossing hallway was fairly wide, and wound upward in a giant ring.
"This is the workout room by the way. The hallway goes around the ship and is oriented for spin gravity... " Green Thumb would rotate her wrist around to demonstrate what she meant, "Means you can go for a run here even in zero G." There were other machines, resistance weights, and other training gear here.
"Luckily, Wazu also produces a good amount of technology. We should have a conversation with him. When it comes to changing things around he's the best one to talk to."
He shakes his head. "I'll make do, ma'am. Just concerned about our safety, given the powers that be here. I wanted to be stationed in orbit above Pacifica, but this seems to be where the frontlines are at the moment. Procurement of enhancements from Mr. Wazu would seem wise, in this case, before hell breaks loose --- pray to our forefathers that day never comes.
Regardless, I'll talk to our crew later and see what we need, and what can be done." He pulls out his data pad, briefly looks at the table of crew names and occupations, before looking back at Green Thumb.
It has been a while since we've had a serious starship on starship fight. I don't honestly know what they are teaching you guys anymore. Is it Onion-Model stuff?"
The pair of them would move past one of the doorways, two more marines were standing there armed with rifles and bulky looking space suits.
"The summit is going on back there, so we aren't allowing any of the other crew in.... but a bit deeper into the ship is..."
The pair would continue, snaking through another passage that angled downward before opening up another heavy door, sliding it inwards to expose a rather large room with a massive wrap-around window towards the front. Various work-stations were setup here all facing forward, many of them manned. Their displays showing a variety of things from the exterior of the ship to the areas of the International Summit that were safe to monitor.
The wrap around window itself would look out onto the docking areas of the IAS Edward Deming, and if one looked up they could see shuttles still latched into the ship's docking bays.
"This room is also oriented for spin gravity. It used to be planetary observation but we've converted it into a CIC for the time being. We've got a more secure room in the center of the ship for the Primary CIC, but it is currently being rebuilt. 'Course the ship isn't spinning right now so we're using artificial gravity to keep everyone from floating away..."
The crew compliment didn't inspire much confidence perhaps...
There was a small compliment of engineers and support staff. A skeleton crew that could keep the ship operational and carry out the day to day needs. There didn't even seem to be tactical team available to run the ship's weapons or manage any space-based combat.
The marines were a different story. Green-Thumb was listed as the Marine Squad Leader. There were four other 'marines' from the Legion with her as well. There also appeared to be a small number of support staff, engineers, and technicians. There even appeared to be a few auxiliaries included among the marines such as Esscast.
But at least the science group seemed well staffed.
Heram Wazu was on the list of course.
There was a Doris Miller listed as an occult expert.
Quarum Wazu was on the list as an anthropologist.
"Hmm..." He jots some notes down on his data pad, then reads through the roster one more time. "David Maverock is listed as a Second Lieutenant combat technician. Is he available to speak to at some point?"
Green-Thumb closed her eyes for a moment. She would need to explain what the river incident was, since this guy just got here. She'd probably have to explain why the security detachment handled itself so poorly. She'd need to explain just who the Grawla are and....
"Uh, You guys there? Everything's loaded up and I'm heading out. 'Course If I don't see my accounts getting fat by the time I get there we're calling this whole thing off!"
...Right. That. Just one more thing that could easily be the end of someone's career coming from an open communication line to a freighter just leaving the system. Green-Thumb would then glance over at Green-Horn, a younger red-head that was watching over Heram Wazu as he went about his diplomacy. Maybe she would...
"I'll... I'll circle back around to all of that," Green-Thumb promised. "I think we need to focus on the immediate problem. The ambassador from Taipan is threatening the Adlet. Wazu has hired a PMC to go and defend their homeworld... but Taipan is supposed to be our ally. If they don't back down we'll find ourselves in a shooting war real quick and the Alliance didn't exactly sign off on this plan either.
This is a perfect storm of 'someone's going to end their career over this.' We have maybe a few hours before shit really hits the fan and I'm hoping the diplomats are able to defuse the situation."
She would turn her attention to the young woman setting at one of the nearby consoles, "Who's up to what?"
Some words were quickly exchanged, before Green-Thumb turned her attention back to Geiben.
"And now it looks like Wazu has some scheme to marry the Gartagen Empress? Which I suppose solves some problems by making others. We'll need to get the ship prepared for a long duration mission, and restock the marine detachment with equipment suitable for VIP protection detail. How familiar are you with the Hayden-Class anyways?"
Recovering, he alas answers Green-Thumb's question. "Enough to know that this ship won't survive the first firefight we get into, ma'am, I've trained in the simulations. Though seeing we can't even keep a technician on board, we don't have the luxury of a Paladin class to help us."
He looks at his data pad to check the ship's inventory. It'll have to do. "I am at your command, ma'am. Say the word and I'll make the ship ready."
Hesitating, he asks, "If I may though, how did Mr. Wazu manage to get away with all of this? I mean, this is an Alliance ship!"
"The Alliance can leave him be, end up surprised when he does something like this, let him get killed or captured...
... Or we can stick a group of marines on him. Keep him out of trouble. And get a say in what he is doing."
Of course, it was more complicated than that... quite a bit so too. There was certainly a question of where to start.
"He has quite a few friends in high places. He has designed technology that's in use all over the Alliance... many of the latest improvements for the Hayden Class come from him as well. Much of this star system's energy infrastructure also comes from his designs. Even the guns and drones used by our marine group are designs he put together. Needless to say the Alliance prefers Wazu be working for us, his usefulness outweighs the troubles he tends to bring."
Green-Thumb would head over to a nearby console. There were six of them in this room, three were still unused, all facing forward towards the large observation window.
"This will be a good time to figure out what you'll need soon. We've got 5 S1 series combat drones dedicated to this ship right now, and a number of smaller anti-ship missiles, a handful of small beam weapons... start figuring out what changes you want to make to the ship and I can help walk you through procurement / deployment once I have the marine unit squared away."
"I'll compile a list of specific improvements in 12 hours. Installation of additional airlocks at key locations and a separate bridge are a good start. It doesn't have to be anything fancy; just another room for the leadership to work in. Considering the time restriction, additional anti-ballistic missiles is our best bet, but I would prefer dedicated point defense turrets."
"Are there any other people on the ship that I should talk to?"
"Zenigata, Can you make your way towards the Planetary Observation area? I have someone I would like you to meet."
She would turn her attention back towards her guest as she began filling in her own commands. "If he asks, we are completely committed to defending him and his people. However if it isn't something you want to risk your career over I understand, but for the moment lets keep that between us when Zenigata is around.
Be sure to forward your list of recommendations to our engineering group. As for getting ahold of missiles, we have a stockpile at Fort Barrera. Normally I would say we can reload there but we may be under time constraints. I'll have them loaded on a support ship and ferried out here."
"Bandages, disinfectant..." Zenigata muttered as he went through it, only for the sound of a private call coming in brought him out of it.
Sure, on my way. Zenigata replied to the message.
Close the box, the adlet returned it to the strap around his waist. Ever since the big meeting he did, part of him debated on giving up wearing all the clothes to fit in out here. The lab coat was always going to be there but...the shirt and pants. Debtation still in all honesty. However today, he was once again wearing those brown pants and a grey shirt, from the waist down were canine legs and the clicking of his claws upon the metal floor would sound off down the halls as he moved around the place. Black and white fur clearly noticeable, a straight tail flowed behind him as he stuck his hands into his pockets.
To the new person, it might be their first time seeing a Adlet; considering how adlets weren't at all space travelers let alone having normal tech. From the waist up, he was that of a human man. Skin that was darker than white but not dark enough to be considered brown or black, his long black hair was left to flow freely but it only reached his shoulders. Dark brown eyes landed upon the man who stood a few inches taller; as Zenigata was six ft. A hand emerged from his pocket and he waved.
"Greetings, I'm Doctor Zenigata." Zenigata introduced as he closed the distance and offered a hand to Geiben.
Esscast saluted Green thumb before standing in attention only giving a brief glance to zen. small neon purple veins poked up above the colph barely noticeable something he thought to do to keep from startling others.
"Commander Geiben Folami, it'll be a pleasure working with you. So you partake both as this ship's medical officer and a diplomat?" He scans Zenigata and Esscast, and smiles professionally. They seem friendly enough. Given the manpower shortage, hopefully they're more than just competent as well.
(Geiben Folami is tanned brown, short, curly dark brown hair, blue-green eyes, wearing a white naval uniform with blue stripes on it. He carries his data pad and a holstered pistol that's kept back. He wears fairly sturdy boots featuring maglocks.)
"Whose bodyguard?" Zenigata questioned, not having been informed of this.
Shaking the newcomer's hand, he gave a small nod of his head, and took his hand back.
"Yes. Lately I've been doing more diplomacy than I'd like considering....I didn't really get off to a good start." Zenigata said with a nervous chuckle. "I'm still more comfortable with medicine. It's nice to meet you though Mr. Folami.
"Don't put that Voodoo on me. I'm not looking to join the Naval Career Track."
"Well...I'm not the best person to ask about the ship. I may have been on here for a while but...I'm still a dunce with ships." Zenigata explained nervously. "My apologizes for the mix up on your name, I was merely trying to be polite."
Oh what could he tell him? Telling him about his blunder wasn't a good idea. Having the young man view the adlet negatively already wasn't really desired. Sure, Geiben could dislike him with time but...hopefully he could avoid having someone else throw that in his face. The adlet's mind did that enough as it was.
"Is there something specific you were wanting to know?" Zenigata asked.
That doesn't mean I know everything though.... Zenigata's thoughts went off in his head as he gestured for Geiben to follow.
Click, clack, click, clack. THe sound of his black claws against the metal floor would sound off with each step he took through the halls. His tail flowing behind him before it would give a twitch. Truthfully, Zenigata had gotten used to the sound that he couldn't control. Only way to stop that sound was to either declaw him; impossible to do, or remove the metal floor. Also impossible to do. He wasn't sure if Esscast was tagging along or not.
"So as we walk, anything else you wish to speak of?" Zenigata offered.
We also have an isolation area towards the nose of the ship that the engineers put in place after that run in with the SS Pandora. There aren't a whole lot of medical supplies in there either but it'll work as a quarantine if we ever need that again."
"Seems to be a trend on this ship, Mr. Wazu." The captain then elaborates. "I mean no disrespect, you've done quite a bit of work keeping this old ship relevant. I imagine it's been difficult."
Geiben walks down the hall, following Zenigata"Yes, uhm..." Geiben looks down at Zen's feet, then looks back up at the doctor. "If you don't mind me asking, what are you, exactly? I've never met your kind before." His face spells genuine curiosity, more than anything else.
"Oh. I'm a Adlet." Zenigata answered as he looked to Geiben. "To my knowledge my home planet doesn't have a name, we just call it home since my species has no ability for space travel or technology. You can say we're primitive or like the native americans long long ago. We adlets are a combination of dog and man, our skill is being great sprinters. It's a biological function that allows for us to hunt and keep up with our prey or escape predators with a faster speed than a human can do."
The black and white fur was hidden under Zen's brown pants save for the fur sticking out of his pants around his paws and tail. Though it felt nice...to talk about his kind in a positive way.
"Our legs are designed like those of a dog, our feet er...paws are still digigrade." Zenigata added after a moment. "So they work as animal legs more than what human legs would if we had those instead. OUr senses are still those of a human though and our tail is a important part of ourselves as well. Their main purpose is helping us with our balance but it's also vital for body language."
"Are there more of your kind off your planet? How did you first learn of the interstellar community? What---" The captain forces himself to a halt, and recomposes himself. "Sorry, I shouldn't be asking so many questions as a fellow officer. "If you're willing to share, however, I am all ears."
Taking a breathe, he exhaled. It was certainly a long and old tale. He didn't want to leave Geiben no time to take in anything. His tail gave a swish behind him as he walked.
"With renewed life, the two married. Ten children came into this world from their physical bonding and five were the very first adlets, our beginning and our very first ancestors." Zenigata finished as he paused, as much as the story was nice....he always wished he could've heard his mother say it...rather than the kind shaman.
His tail went still and lifeless behind him as that pain hit. Granted...he had got to talk to her spirit but...it wasn't the same. The only thing to bring him out of it was hearing Geiben's voice once more. Turning, he allowed his dark brown gaze to land on the man. A soft smile spreading to the adlet's face.
"You are fine...it's really nice to get...to talk about my kind in a good way to others with how...hectic and horrible things have gone lately." Zenigata admitted. "As for your second question, no. I am currently the only one off planet, my Kaskae saw it fit to send me with Mr. Wazu as part of the deal and well....Mr. Wazu appeared on our planet one day. A hunting party of my tribe found him and...of course as a outside, the Kaske was informed of the strange possible new danger. Somehow, Mr. Wazu made a deal with my kaskae. The tribe would have modern medicine and a few machines only in exchange for a diplomat, as the child of Kaskae...it was only fitting I'd be sent on diplomatic relations."
Geiben briefly considers his own ancestry, his mother tracing her lineage back to tribes along the Rhine River of Terran Germany, with his father that of the Nile of Egypt. Dark ages they may have been, locked away on the Terran gravity well, denied the riches of the universe, his ancestors nonetheless managed to develop and grow, much thanks to the care for their tribes. Of course, it was this exact tribalism that constantly held them back from achieving their potential, but in the early period humanity's dark ages, it was all that kept them alive.
The commander observes Zentiaga's tail, a necessary part of his body language. Whoever this man may be, he certainly has went through no small amount of hardship. Geiben offers his hand. "Thank you for sharing your people's story. Know that you have a friend here on this ship." He smiles. "Now, we still need to examine those med bays, do we not?"
It wasn't that long ago that the ship had to deal with the SS Pandora, a ship carrying people who broke away from the rest of humanity quite a while ago to focus on their genetic research project. When disaster struck those people needed to be evacuated and the IAS Edward Deming was the first ship on the scene. Unfortunately, just how extensive the biological threat was had been unknown at the time.
The pharmacy cabinets towards the rear area were still intact, along with two of the auto-surgery tables: Stretchers with complex field manipulation devices under them that could automatically diagnose and repair physical injuries quickly.
The rest of the room seemed to have been quickly converted.
There was a plastic airlock setup in the middle of the room with make-shift decontamination sprays on either side. Inside of this plastic airlock area were several more tables, each with grow lights, small transparent isolation tanks, and various biological samples that were all being studied. While the medical bay was normally fairly large, it looked like most of it had been converted into a makeshift biology lab for the time being complete with someone inside who was suited up in a puffy yellow decontamination suit... though it was clear her attention was focused on her work rather than the two new visitors who just arrived in the medical bay.
"You're welcome. It was nice being able to tell it." Zenigata replied as he accepted the other's hand.
With a nod, Zenigata let go and started to lead the way once more. The medical bay wasn't much, but it was what Zenigata was used to looking at on this ship. Although the person in the yellow suit was different. Tilting his head in a curious manner, his tail raised somewhat. Showing his curious and confused state.
"Excuse me, Miss?" Zenigata spoke up. "Everything alright in here?"
It was certainly enthusiastic!
The creature's inflated suit was topped by a large transparent plastic bubble so the creature could see out. Its head head two large eyes on either side that seemed far more insectoid that human. The tiny I'ee looked like a massively over-sized wasp, stuck inside a plastic bag, with an LED display taped onto the chest of the plastic-bag suit. After all, it was nearly impossible for see what emotions a Wasp was experiencing, so the LED light board was showing a friendly smiling face!
"I AM SOFFY! I STUDY THE SMALLFRIENDS HERE!" The small creature was only about 4 feet tall, and was enthusiastically waving to both of the new arrivals. "EVERYTHING IS ALRIGHT HERE! SMALLFREINDS ARE FINE AND SAFE! THEY WON'T HARM BIGFRIENDS!"
"I can only assume you two are studying something very small in nature, some microorganism." Zenigata spoke up.
"YES! SMALLFRIENDS ARE MICROORGANISMS! They are also Viruses! And sometimes they are other things! BUT THEY ARE SO SMALL!"
The I'ee seemed practically giddy with energy, pressing her blue-glove-covered claws at the end of her appendages together as she stood on her rear-most two legs. She half danced, one foot to another, as she looked over at the door to the airlock, then to her new friends that had come to visit! Of course she couldn't abandon her work to go meet them 'in person' right now which seemed to be causing a bit of anxiety. Her compound eyes still scanning about.
"Lots of Smallfriends were on the SS Pandora when we saved all the Bigfriends on it. LOTS OF NEW SMALLFRIENDS! Not native to this area of space at all. Many were made in a lab! We cleaned it all up of course! Made sure that no Smallfriends were hiding among the Bigfriends we rescued from the ship. The ones we did find are being studied here until we're ready to send them to another facility."
The I'ee looked at the two of them for a few moments... or at least its face was pointed at them... or rather it's head. It was hard to tell exactly what it was looking at with how its eyes worked. Its face certainly looked nothing like a human's either.
"Do you want to see the Smallfriends?! If you put on a suit you can come look at them!"
It seemed like quite a while had passed, and now the other woman was able to get in another word, "I'm Laura Ivanoski... Research assistant for Soffy Oo'Tut. I should apologize for the mess we have made of your medical bay, but space has been at a premium since the front of the ship was converted to an isolation ward. We should have this all turned back into a proper medical bay in about a week."
Course, that was for only as long as Geiben wanted him tagging along to show others around.
He was supposed to be a host and moderator after all,
"Hey, I've got a few minutes before people know I'm missing I think." He said, his words coming fast. He would quickly place his datapad down on one of the nearby stretchers.
"HI BIGFRIEND!" Soffy would shout from her space inside of the quarantine area.
"Hi Soffy!" Came the response, Wazu allowing a few moments to wave at the half-sized biologist before continuing,
"I wanted to replace a lot of the side-areas on the Edward Deming with storage space for containerized star ship components. That would easily let us slot-in additional weapons, equipment, and small rooms as needed. In this case we'd be looking at medical isolation rooms and additional auto-surgery bays. We could use quite a bit more space here though, and I wanted to break this place up into an actual medical lab AND a maintenance area for ship crew, something with observation rooms, and pressurized environmental rooms that could be adjusted to fit whatever is needed at the time. I was also thinking of maybe a bank of auto-surgery tables in case we have a large influx of injured. Or maybe include one table in each room just in case?"
His pace of speech remained fast,
"RIght now we are using the observation deck as the CIC. But I do agree we need to refurbish the primary CIC in the center of the ship. Protection is always a concern of course, though I've been trying to avoid adding physical armor since it seems we get the least protection-per-mass out of carbon-carbon armor when applied as a physical barrier... but the protection of the Deming is slapped together and not a fully comprehensive package. That is one of the reasons we're escorted by S1 drones anytime we go anywhere. I don't feel bad about losing those.
Interior layout of the CIC is also important. I was thinking of a circular table with a central 3d display but there are a number of other options that make better use of the 3d space. Certainly the over-under style would make better use of the space in the room, reversing gravity on the ceiling so we can fit additional workstations there. Similarly we could place workstations facing the walls or in a theater configuration so they are all facing a central screen."
"Well we need more space in here for patients if we ever had the ill luck of a lot of injuried crew members or soliders." Zenigata said. "So a overall expansion would be good to have for the medical bay as a whole. That way our microbiologist can have a space all to their own in order to work with less risk of patients accidentally getting afflicted with something. Which I don't believe will happen but it is a risk having the two things going on so close together."
"BYE BIGFRIENDS!" Soffy would shout out from her little research area, hopping up on her little step-stool to wave at her new friends as they left.
"I will need to be back at the summit as soon as possible. I think the rest of our diplomatic team can avoid disaster for a few minutes while I'm gone.
It will be difficult for us to dedicate space just for one thing. Which is why I think having a series of multi-purpose rooms would be advantageous. Having more space for containerized components would also let us swap out for more medical wards if we really need it... but I think we need to put together a dedicated medical ship soon. The sheer influx of people from the SS Pandora was something the Deming was never going to be able to handle.
That aside, we're replacing the Laser Turrets on the exterior with Cold Laser Coupled Particle Beam Turrets. They run a lot cooler and need a bit better thermal management than regular lasers but the spot size at distance is absolutely fantastic. Same punch as the old laser turrets at a smaller size, weight, and energy cost. The beams are Cessium-Iodine, but we can easily store enough of that on-board to fire as many shots as we'd ever need. The beams are also only .5c but I don't think that will matter with the threats we are likely to face."
The side-weapons bay was easy to access from their hallways, though there was a 'Caution, Zero-G' sign on the doorway. When the airtight door slid open, one could feel the slight breeze forming from where the artificial gravity sections of the ship ended and the zero-g sections began. Just inside were racks and racks of equipment, cables and pipes that lead along every surface, and a trio of large particle accelerators in a ring.
Wazu had hoped the other two had kept up,
"I'm gonna push for the Alliance to put these things on just about all of their laser-turret armed ships. With the exception of some specific laser-armed ships they are much more efficient weapons.
Our missiles are back that way." He said, moving just inside the anti-gravity area and floating over to a handhold above one of the accelerators. His finger pointing towards the 'top' part of the ship. "64 Launch Cells, M-A-A-S systems with Casaba-Howitzer warheads. Enough for any single engagement I'd think. I also want to replace the two nose-launch-bays for probes with some self-assembling systems that can put together new MAAS weapon configurations on the fly..."
"I think we'll do just fine after the rearmament, given the primary objectives of this ship." Geiben comes back down into the gravity section of the ship and talks to Wazu. "What are our hyperdrive capabilities then? I'd like to disengage from an encounter at a moment's notice."
Zenigata had no interest in checking out the weapons bay. It wasn't his scene as he gave a small sigh and took a seat. At least the biologist was in a good mood. Some part of him wondered though, if things were going to go alright. It was hard to see. With Wazu and Geiben gone, Zenigata gave a wave goodbye to Soffy and Lauren before walking out. For now, he was probably just going to return to his quarters.
He turned his attention to his datapad, forward his contact information to Geiben,
"If you have any ideas let me know!"