=~=Location: Inside the Samurai - Heavily modified Pellaeon-class Imperial Star Destroyer, currently traversing Infinity
~=~Dramatis Personae:
Bridge Crew:
Commanding Officer : My self
Executive Officer : Hannibal Lecter, MD
Weapons Officer : Teletha Testarossa
Launch Officer : Lisa Hayes
Tactics Officer : Lacus Clyne
Intra-ship AI: ANNA
CIC (Combat Information Center)
CO: ANNA, please program our forges to construct an M-O.
ANNA: You mean Wall-E's friend, that Microbe Obliterator?
CO: [smirks ruefully] There's a lot of flotsam and jetsam from those crashes and renovations. Assigning EVE to clean-up is overkill. Besides, I'd want to blast 'em myself but that's better delegated to a specialist. I'll find catharsis as I can at the hangar and forges.
LO: Failing that, we'll prep the latest testbed for MAGENTA.
TO: Taichou, your stony stare into space won't change the fact that The Samurai performed as best as it could, with what resources it had. That the ship held its ground for so long is proof that given time, The Samurai -can- win most engagements decisively.
XO: We still failed. And all your brooding won't change a thing, Captain.
ANNA: He did ask for M-O's construction, Lecterjii-chan. It's a step towards the ship's restoration.
XO: And there's more to be done.
WO: Logistics for our lascannons and ioncannons are well-within threshold, with supplies for two more days of our hit-and-run.
TO: Running more than hitting but an escape-and-evade course never did go as planned.
LO: Yes, we could've run weeks back but we all agreed that holding what ground we had while pushing as far as we can had its merits.
CO: The numbers were too low for a reasonable victory as it looked like a war of attrition at times. Fortune favored the bold. This time, the dice didn't cooperate.
WO: We count what we have. All our pilots made it back, rattled but whole. Even our LOTOs' crews survived that last bombing run. Not that they'd care to repeat the experience if they can avoid it.
XO: You mean if The Samurai manages to evade those Martian pursuit craft until we're beyond their range.
CO: We'll keep doing those random sideways micro jumps to avoid an easily tracked straightforward heading. I mean, it's likely we're just being chased out instead of being chased down but let's fly to survive.
LO: Our mechanics are working at a reduced pace while ensuring that we've a pair working during any of the three shifts
ANNA: How many M-Os should we fabricate?
CO: Three. Seven's overkill and we've already got droids for the routine clean-up.
XO: Just so it's clear, ladies. If our esteemed captain orders us to head back to Martian airspace, what do we do?
WO: Call ANNA.
TO: Distract Taichou. With boobs, robots or scantily clad girls piloting robots, whichever works.
LO: So ANNA can bonk him unconscious [retrieves a scaled-down Gusion hammer].
ANNA: And I'm confirming that I've the code that lets me do just that.
CO: Thank you, really. Having a back-up plan for this helps.
