Fic: Arc, Part somethingorother
Really, I should post these in bigger chunks, but then you'd get one post a month at my current rate of progress.
“Well, whatever they think they’re doing, they can keep it up. They’re distracting Security while we get out of here.” She used Barloch’s code key again to unlock deeper security records. “Ha! All of the vulpine arrested have been confined to the dorms in Quadrant 6. The freighter that brought you here is still in dock, and it’s being loaded with live animal transport containers. If we can get them out then we can put them in those and we can run.”
“That’s not what we want,” Marty said softly. He reached over to touch the computer screen, scanning rapidly through the list of ships docked at the station. “That’s the one we’re taking.”
Whitepelt looked at the screen and gasped, “That’s an armed assault transport! It’s designed for deep penetration attacks into Ardie territory. It’s going to be guarded. Are you out of your mind?”
“That possibility has been mentioned on more than one occasion,” Marty replied serenely. “We are leaving and we are going leave on that transport. It has the life support capacity to hold all the station’s vulpine and it will have the firepower required to defend ourselves should the Social Shaper attempt to retrieve us.”
“All of the… we can’t!” She pulled her ear in frustration. “Only five hundred came to your speech, out of ten thousand. They aren’t all going to want to go!”
“Then we must convince them.”
TBC
“Well, whatever they think they’re doing, they can keep it up. They’re distracting Security while we get out of here.” She used Barloch’s code key again to unlock deeper security records. “Ha! All of the vulpine arrested have been confined to the dorms in Quadrant 6. The freighter that brought you here is still in dock, and it’s being loaded with live animal transport containers. If we can get them out then we can put them in those and we can run.”
“That’s not what we want,” Marty said softly. He reached over to touch the computer screen, scanning rapidly through the list of ships docked at the station. “That’s the one we’re taking.”
Whitepelt looked at the screen and gasped, “That’s an armed assault transport! It’s designed for deep penetration attacks into Ardie territory. It’s going to be guarded. Are you out of your mind?”
“That possibility has been mentioned on more than one occasion,” Marty replied serenely. “We are leaving and we are going leave on that transport. It has the life support capacity to hold all the station’s vulpine and it will have the firepower required to defend ourselves should the Social Shaper attempt to retrieve us.”
“All of the… we can’t!” She pulled her ear in frustration. “Only five hundred came to your speech, out of ten thousand. They aren’t all going to want to go!”
“Then we must convince them.”
TBC