Lost Empire 40

0001 – Tempro                               0403 – Johnathon                     
0003 – Conner                                0667 – Marco                  
0097 – Ace                                       0778 – Jan                    
0098 – Lucy                                     0798 – Celeste
0101 – Shelby (mother ship)        0908 – Tara                
0125 – Lars                                      0999 – Zan                       
0200 – Ellen                                    1000 – Sherry                                       
0301 – Rodrick                                         
 
                                            
Lost Empire 40
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Trianas Macley cursed again as several systems were still offline on her ship. Adjusting several pieces of equipment she cursed again when almost all the same systems failed to respond. “Computer is the damage to the affected systems permanent?” Trianas yelled to get over several system alarms that were going off.
 
“At present all power systems are at half power. Suggest landing and repair cycle to bring all systems back to one hundred percent.” Her A.I. responded.
 
“That isn’t possible you smart ass piece of shit!” Trianas yelled. “Turn those annoying alarms off!”
 
“Compliance,” the A.I. said as it was suddenly quiet in the small craft.
 
“Computer query, of those thirty systems can any of the vital systems that are affected be repaired while in space?” Trianas asked.
 
“Working on analysis,” her A.I. said then was silent for almost an hour.
 
In the mean time Trianas went to the back to look at the mess that was there. Cursing again after she’d removed a panel seeing that more than a few circuits were fused. Pulling out several cases she started to painstakingly replace each burned and fused circuit one at a time.
 
Finished with the first panel she was half done with the second when her A.I. chimed in. “Analysis complete. Since the repairs that have been started, it is estimated that ship A.I. can now begin repairs to fifteen of the thirty systems. These do not include weapons, light and energy shields, trans-warp, and hyper engines. Those will require work on the actual outer sections.”
 
“We have no weapons at all?” Trianas said incredulously.
 
“We have lost all plasma weapons, most energy weapons also torpedo launchers have lost power. Light screen is holding at fifty five percent, energy shield is at fifty three percent. It is not advised to go into another hostile area ’til such time as repairs are completed.” Her A.I. droned on.
 
“Really? No shit! Damn it! If you were alive I would so enjoy killing you!” Trianas almost screamed at her computer.
 
“Upon finishing the present repairs almost all systems should be near ninety five percent. Although the trans-warp will require more outer work. Hyper drive should be operable though at present only around fifty five to sixty percent.” Her A.I. replied unemotionally.
 
Trianas shook her head as she started to replace every burned circuit as fast as she could. Knowing that moron, asinine ex-husband of hers he’d be hunting her soon. “Take us to the far side of this planet’s moon. Land, then I’ll try to effect repairs.”
 
Her A.I. acknowledged her order as the ship slowly moved away from the planet.
 
Alexander was pacing about the deck as his crew was searching for his ex-wife’s ship. “Well,” he asked, exasperatedly as he walked up behind several of the techs who were doing the searching.
 
“Nothing as of yet sir, we are continuing to scan.” The head tech told the leader.
 
“We need to find that bitch before she has a chance to fire on us!” The leader said calmly, a calm that every man on the ship knew was by far more dangerous than his anger.
 
“Continuing all scans to all possible positions from last speed and course,” the head tech replied.
 
Alexander nodded trying to calm more. It wouldn’t do him any good to kill his techs, not yet anyway. He was about to walk off the command deck when a young tech called him over.
 
“Leader, I am seeing an energy trail unlike any I have seen before.” The young tech informed Alexander.
 
Rushing over Alexander demanded, “Show me!”
 
Even as the tech was pointing out what he’d found, Alexander was smiling evilly. “Continue to monitor it. If you start to detect a ship, I am to know immediately! Today we kill that bitch, and then we can concentrate on that bastard that claims to be the emperor!”
 
It was a day later Trianas had managed to land on the dark side of the planet’s moon. She’d managed to get almost all her systems back on line except trans-warp, plasma and most of her energy weapons. Stepping out in a safe low atmosphere suit, she stared at the bent and broken astral fins. Damn it! Her ex obviously had better gunners than she thought.
 
Setting to work, she spent as long as she could adjusting what was left of the fins. Disgusted she saw that even if she had trans-warp she had no way to navigate. On and off the rest of the day she worked adjusting and replacing what she could. The inner circuits she had plenty of, it was the external ones she was very short on. Sighing at least she had ninety eight percent hyper-drive. 
 
Funny Trianas thought, she’d expected her ex to have made an exerted effort to find her. She’d just sat in the command seat to plan when her sensor’s started to go crazy. Looking toward the galactic edge she was reading a massive space battle. Apparently an alien race was invading, it also appeared that O’Toma was there with only 13 ships. Looking again she lost count of the huge force that was advancing.
 
“Computer, estimate percentage for Imperial fleet victory over invading force,” Trianas asked.
 
“At present Imperial force has superior firepower and defenses.