Michael let out a sigh, scrolling through a datapad at his desk. He brings his hand up to his face, shaking his head."Product is still going missing on Detroit. Who in the world is managing it?" His gaze snaps up as a slight 'ding' is heard, and a button slowly lights up, and fades out again. He reaches out and presses it down. "Yes Susan, what is it?" There's silence for a few moments, before a womans voice comes through. "Mister Edridge, sir, DSE seems to have, well, denied us usage of their shipyard for our project." Michael lets out a low groan, shaking his head and muttering angrily to himself before speaking again."Thank you, Susan."
He releases the button, letting out a swear. Typical. He thinks to himself. "Just typical. If they can manage to squeeze out every credit possible, DSE has no issue servicing our ships." He stands from his chair, turning around and peering out of his office window, situated in Ageira's Headquarters on Planet Los Angeles. "Mention your own engineers once, and they won't have any of it." He crosses his arms over his chest, his head leaning slightly to the left as he ponders on what to do now.
"Engineering? Get our project to Detroit. We'll make do with what we have."
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Jonathan takes a look at his personal Neural Net and see's that he has a new message from the CEO of Ageira. He ponders for a bit, then he finally decides to open it. The message read:
1 New Message Wrote:Engineering? Get our project to Detroit. We'll make do with what we have.
-Michael Edridge CEO of Ageira Technologies
Jonathan reads it over a couple more times and say's to him self "Is that not what we are already doing?" He sit's down for a second, chuckles to him self and then he looks out of the window. He see's the Bretonia Gunboat being towed by two Hegemon tug ships and thinks to him self "One day this fine ship, the Churchill Gunboat, will be fully operational once again. I can not wait for the day we see it working." He turns to one of his co-workers and demands a status report. Moments later someone runs back with a tablet that had a complete status report. Jonathan opens the report. Inside the report was everything about the gunboat. It read:
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Status Report #3
Life Support: [Critical] Weapon System's: [Malfunctioning] Power Core: [Offline, Auxiliary Power Online] Hull Integrity: [Weak] Shield: [Offline]
Engineers Notes: [Life support seems to be on it's last legs, only the Bridge has enough life support to sustain a small amount of people there for a limited time without protection. NO work is to be done there without protection. Weapon systems all seem to be fried, nothing works. A few turrets have undergone a few repairs but they still don't work. Power core has failed and the Auxiliary power is online but it will not hold for long. Auxiliary power is at a critical level. The Hull of the gunboat is falling apart. Many Hull Panels have been blown off, or they have huge holes or burns on them. There are holes on the side of the gunboat, holes reaching sizes of 10 meters across. The Shield appears to not be working, even after numerous attempts at trying to get it back online]
Status Report Ended
Jonathan reads over the report once more and he can't believe his eyes. The Gunboat just keeps getting worse and worse. He moves up to the bridge of the lead Tug ship, and works out how far he is from Detroit Munitions. "We need to get there a little fast" He says to one of the pilots. Jonathan opens up his neural net again and he sends the status report back to the CEO of Ageira with a small message saying "We're almost there. We shan't be long now"
Magnetized to the hull of a repair ship, the current engineer overseeing the project watches the progress from a distance, arms folded over his chest. "Hey be careful with the frame you idiots. We can replace the hull, but not the frame!" He barks out over his headset as a younger pilot in the second repair ship nudges into the gunboat-- It's more of a skeleton than a ship now, the vast majority of the hull panels removed. Much of the wiring and systems have been torn out as well, too dated or damaged to be put to good use.
He lets out a groan, releasing his magnetic attachment to the other repair ship, and carefully pushing off with his feet, floating lazily through space towards the anchored gunboat. He reaches out, and carefully grabs on to the metal frame, once again magnetizing to it. He walks along the supports and beams, looking around."Yeah, I guess she's cleaned up well enough. We can double check the remaining paneling as we start wiring her back up."He looks back, waving his arm and motioning to the ship he had just floated away from. "Your turn boys! We need to get the new powercore in there, and this whole damn boat wired!"
He pushes away into space once more, the maneuvering thrusters on his suit enabling this time, giving him a little more push towards his target, the larger Bison hovering over the site, serving as storage for most of the equipment and parts, as well as a lodging for the crew between shifts.
This project was proving to be a pain. Rogue raids, lost parts, and misplaced equipment, the gunboat was just eating up time and money. But the President seemed intent on having his little toy completed. Miles of wires, bundled together run through the extremeties of the ship, hooked up to an Ageira made powercore, humming with life as it goes through diagnostic checks. The gunboat is still fairly naked, the hull panels removed, and most of the inside exposed."Shields arrree.. Operational. Should be good next time those idiots come around shooting up the place." The engineer coughs quietly, leaning back against the metal bars that served as a makeshift seat for now, the interior all but existent."Alright, come on, lets get this show on the road." The powercore silences, the ship powering down to allow further construction.
"We've got a week to get the hull built back on to this behemoth. If we don't finish we'll be fighting another crew for workspace as they build the interior." The engineer supervising the operation once again starts making the trip up towards the Bison watching over the construction. One of the windows are transparent this time, a rather well-dressed fellow looking over his pet project.
"Alright you lot, stand by!" The current shift supervisor calls out, most of the construction crew somewhere within the ship. The gunboats core coming to life makes the ship rumble for a few moments, power flooding to all of the systems. "Everything's good so far. Shields are charging, weapon system diagnostics are green..." He flips a switch, and then pushes his thumb down on a button labeled 'ignition', the mighty engine stored within the confines of the Bretonian gunboat roaring to life. At least, for a few moments, a 'hhwuuoof' of coolant and various gasses blowing out of the exhaust ports. He lets out a sigh, flipping the switch back up, and then down once more. "Let's give her one more go."
Uttering a silent prayer to the technological gods there are, he drives his thumb against the ignition again, the engine rumbling to life once more. The new parts sputter and cough a couple of times, before again letting out a roar as it comes to life. Three, four, five seconds pass, and the engine slowly dies down to its idling level, fuel and coolant properly cycling through the systems. The engineering crew lets out a resounding cheer, the supervisor opening up a communication line to the Bison hovering overhead. "She's alive and well. I think all she needs is a bit of dressing up and she's ready for service."