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Resupply Run
© 2021 by Walter Reimer
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Combat Support Element 41 outphased from hyperspace at the transfer point in the Wangguan System with its escorting warships in the lead. This was a relatively safe place now, the Kashlani having heavily reinforced it and using it as a supply and repair point near the ongoing engagement at Lalande.
Despite the increased Imperial presence, Meredith was glad that her ship and the other freighters were still in convoy and escorted by Colonial warships.
The A Quiet Life and the twenty other ships moved into a synchronous orbit over the planet as shuttles and other small craft, all Kashlanin, came from the surface and the Support station to offload the cargoes.
“The lead shuttle’s calling us, Boss,” Jemel said. “You want the translator for this?”
The golden palomino mare thought for a second. “No, put it through, please.”
“Gotcha.”
The screen displayed a kam in green Support working uniform. “Narchak,” he said.
“Narchak,” Meredith said, “danzak siju’ aan i’?”
The pilot looked momentarily startled before grinning. “Yes!” he said in Terran Basic before switching back to his native language. “Things are very normal, thank you. What do you have aboard?”
“Our manifest is transmitting now,” Meredith said, and Jemel nodded as the wolf opened a subchannel. “We have yevech and gves, grown on This Far.”
“Good.” He dipped an ear. “No peschij?”
The mare resisted the urge to smirk. “Peschij is best when freshly caught,” and he looked a little miffed as his attempt at a joke collapsed. She transferred him to Christina, enabling the translator while doing so. The cargo supervisor would take things from here, and Meredith sat back in her seat. “Jemel?”
“Yes, Boss?” The wolf was maintaining station keeping as the A Quiet Life’s cargo doors opened.
“Can you access an infonet source planetside?” He glanced back at her and she said, “I want to see if there’s any news.”
“Right.” His fingers moved over the communications console and he studied a list of the results on his repeater. “Hmm, not much choice, Boss. It’s mostly local; no Kashlanin channels.”
“I didn’t expect the Empire to start playing Tell Me What You’re Doing way out here,” Meredith chuckled. “I just have a feeling that something’s up.”
“Oh?” She now had the attention of both her helmsfur and both of the engineers.
Meredith nodded. “Your sister’s ship, the Fox Winning?” Jemel nodded. “It and a few others weren’t loaded at Magus Station; they went straight to the Imperial station, and have kept their distance in the formation when we left.”
The wolf glanced at the main display, noting the placement of the various freighters in the convoy. “Huh.”
Ginny twitched her ears. “What do you think they’re carrying, Captain?” the rabbit doe asked.
The mare pondered that question for a moment before shrugging. “Not sure, but I think that whatever they’re carrying is destined for Lalande.”
© 2021 by Walter Reimer
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rabbi-tomCombat Support Element 41 outphased from hyperspace at the transfer point in the Wangguan System with its escorting warships in the lead. This was a relatively safe place now, the Kashlani having heavily reinforced it and using it as a supply and repair point near the ongoing engagement at Lalande.
Despite the increased Imperial presence, Meredith was glad that her ship and the other freighters were still in convoy and escorted by Colonial warships.
The A Quiet Life and the twenty other ships moved into a synchronous orbit over the planet as shuttles and other small craft, all Kashlanin, came from the surface and the Support station to offload the cargoes.
“The lead shuttle’s calling us, Boss,” Jemel said. “You want the translator for this?”
The golden palomino mare thought for a second. “No, put it through, please.”
“Gotcha.”
The screen displayed a kam in green Support working uniform. “Narchak,” he said.
“Narchak,” Meredith said, “danzak siju’ aan i’?”
The pilot looked momentarily startled before grinning. “Yes!” he said in Terran Basic before switching back to his native language. “Things are very normal, thank you. What do you have aboard?”
“Our manifest is transmitting now,” Meredith said, and Jemel nodded as the wolf opened a subchannel. “We have yevech and gves, grown on This Far.”
“Good.” He dipped an ear. “No peschij?”
The mare resisted the urge to smirk. “Peschij is best when freshly caught,” and he looked a little miffed as his attempt at a joke collapsed. She transferred him to Christina, enabling the translator while doing so. The cargo supervisor would take things from here, and Meredith sat back in her seat. “Jemel?”
“Yes, Boss?” The wolf was maintaining station keeping as the A Quiet Life’s cargo doors opened.
“Can you access an infonet source planetside?” He glanced back at her and she said, “I want to see if there’s any news.”
“Right.” His fingers moved over the communications console and he studied a list of the results on his repeater. “Hmm, not much choice, Boss. It’s mostly local; no Kashlanin channels.”
“I didn’t expect the Empire to start playing Tell Me What You’re Doing way out here,” Meredith chuckled. “I just have a feeling that something’s up.”
“Oh?” She now had the attention of both her helmsfur and both of the engineers.
Meredith nodded. “Your sister’s ship, the Fox Winning?” Jemel nodded. “It and a few others weren’t loaded at Magus Station; they went straight to the Imperial station, and have kept their distance in the formation when we left.”
The wolf glanced at the main display, noting the placement of the various freighters in the convoy. “Huh.”
Ginny twitched her ears. “What do you think they’re carrying, Captain?” the rabbit doe asked.
The mare pondered that question for a moment before shrugging. “Not sure, but I think that whatever they’re carrying is destined for Lalande.”
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