Re: Of Darkness and Rocks
"I forgot we had refining equipment on board," Davidson remarked, arriving at the observation deck alongside Wheeler, who was intently monitoring an array of display panels.
Wheeler smiled. "We managed to squirrel away quite a bit in the ship assembly bay."
Davidson nodded. "The bay is quite large for the atmospheric shuttle on board. You've made good use of the additional space."
"I was always a bit of a pack rat," Wheeler noted. "You should have seen my attic years ago. Boxes upon boxes of failed and obsolete experiments, all meticulously labeled and filed and documented, just in case I ever needed something again. Then, Ellen made me throw it all out." He sighed. "God rest her soul. She was one remarkable lady, but she never really understood the need to preserve the products of basic research."
Davidson raised an eyebrow. "Did it ever actually come in handy?"
Wheeler grinned. "There was that one time I was looking for a power coupling for an electromagnetic accelerator, but nothing powerful enough to do the job was readily available. Then, I remembered I had built one for the teleportation experiment."
"Excuse me, the what?" Davidson interrupted incredulously.
"It was silly, almost not worth mentioning," Wheeler waved off the question. "But I had had a need to deliver gigawatts of power in a compact fashion, and it's incredibly hard to synthesize stuff out of ambitemp superconductors. So I reused one I had spent a year making that was sitting in a gadget that never worked, and now the Fleet has railguns."
"Wheeler."
"Yeah?"
"You're making this up, aren't you?"
Wheeler laughed. "Seems like it, doesn't it? I wouldn't have believed it myself. But there you go."
Davidson frowned. "Okay, Dr. Wheeler, suppose I take your story at face value. There was that one time. But that's one time out of countless opportunities. Don't you think the value for the effort is to be found wanting in the general case?"
"Not at all," Wheeler replied. "Even if it's just once, I think it's perfectly justified. See, I believe that every scientific discovery is a beautiful thing, and that if something enables the pursuit of new knowledge, it should be preserved."
Davidson was about to point out that Wheeler was the canonical mad scientist when a serious-looking technician approached them. "Commander Davidson. Doctor Wheeler. Two artificial energy signatures, six degrees spinward of our position in the asteroid belt."
Chills ran down Davidson's spine. "Details?"
"They appear to be strike craft, Commander," the technician responded levelly. "Hyperspectral analysis suggests they are of the same type of craft employed by the alien carrier."
"Two possibilities, neither of which bodes well," Davidson speculated, the back of his neck prickling. "Either they are looking for us..."
"Or this is their territory and their other ships know we're here," Wheeler finished.
"They have already demonstrated a lack of willingness to fire on us," Davidson noted. "I do not expect that luck to hold. The kill range on our particle beams is five hundred kilometers, but we could strike at longer range with patience, could we not?"
"The kill range on our particle beams denotes the distance within which one centimeter of standard armor would be penetrated in one second. At longer ranges, this would take proportionally longer, due to beam decoherence and lack of turret slewing precision."
Another technician walked up. "Sir, jump signature. It's the unknown battlecruiser, distance one mega-kilo."
Things had rapidly taken a turn for the worse, Davidson thought. "Cancel mining operations. Battle stations, immediately."