Archive Ministry Record: 54290TR43-M
Ship: Grey Mouser
Captain: Lord Fritz
– Recording Transcript - Selected Scenes –
Time Stamp: 01:00:14 - ASXU
Fritz: Warship Scylla, this is Captain Lord Fritz of the Leiberian Cruiser Grey Mouser reporting in for fleet escort duty.
Scylla: Rodger, Captain Fritz. Transmitting your patrol course coordinates. Please stay within the approved flight plan. We do not anticipate trouble, but this area is notorious for outlaw attacks. Be sure to engage all long range sensors and report anything suspicious.
Fritz: Rodger, Scylla. Captain Fritz out.
Fritz: Well, here we go. Engineering, begin probe and full spectrum scans. Remember, we need not only the Scylla, but the ships she is escorting. The provided plan has us do a loop through the fleet on patrol. How thoughtful. See, Marvin, things are going our way!
Marvin: If you say so, Captain.
Time Stamp: 02:45:32 - ASXU
Engineering, Lt. Vlana: Our first loop has been completed, sir. We have preliminary scans of all ships in the fleet. We are running analysis to determine which ones to take a closer look at during our second loop.
Fritz: Excellent. Thank you Lt. Vlana. Everything is coming up Millhouse.
Navigation, Lt. Fafhrd: Sir I have one of the ICUP drones precariously close to the bow.
Fritz: Well, go around it then.
Fafhrd: I’ve tried, sir. It has match every course correction.
Fritz: Hmm, fire a low energy ion blast across its nose, that should give it the hint to move.
Grey Mouser Weapons Computer Report: Ion Blast 23% - direct hit on ICUP Drone 4392X-RT
Fritz: I said across its nose, not up it!
Weapons - Lt Ningauble: Sorry, sir. It moved erratically as we fired.
Fritz: Oh man, oh man, oh man, this is bad. Drone Status?
Vlana: Drone is at 34%, communications array ionized. Propulsion at 20%. Weapons offline. Sir, it has turned around and is heading towards us.
Fritz: Evade! Turn left! Left! The other left!
Fafhrd: It’s matching our movement.
Dull clang can be heard on the bridge.
Vlana: Drone systems have shut down. We have minor hull damage. It appears the collision ruptured a laser bank of the drone, causing a minor secondary explosion. Drone is still 88% intact.
Fritz: Lock a tractor beam on it and reel it into cargo bay 10. There are 200+ drone out there, let’s hope they won’t miss one.
Vlana: Rodger.
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All hail the Supreme Intelligence! Operation “Peeping Tom” was successful. We were able to completely scan the fleet and the Scylla. We identified several ships of interest, including several terraforming vessels and a small armada of mining vessels. It looks like they have big plans for little old Charybdis.
Through my brilliant strategy, we caught an ICUP drone to analyze. We were able to access its data banks and cracked its encrypted transponder code. This code is a constant signal used by the ICUP to mark ships as friendly on their tactical screens. One could use it to blend in on any ICUP mission. Well, that is unless they change the transponder codes. So it’s not a sure thing, but it might prove valuable in the future. Or not.
The new missions are being analyzed while we head to Pete’s to trade our information for access to his goods. I will be giving my tactical analysis and planned upgrades in the near future. Signing off for now.
“Sir, our escort has lead us to Pete’s new hideout.”
“Excellent, hail him.”
“This is Pete.”
“Pete, this is Lord Fritz, captain of the Grey Mouser. As per our agreement, I have the recon intel of the Scylla and the fleet. We are downloading the scans as we speak.”
“Wonderful. Feel free to browse around. Make yourself at home. Coffee is in the lounge.”
“Excellent! Thank you for your hospitality. Fritz out. See, Marvin? What did I tell you? A complete political success. Now we have access to affordable upgrades to stretch our meager bank account further. I -”
— Incoming Message from Pete’s Scrapyard —
To: – Recipients Redacted –
Encryption: PFG
“Blah blah blah, jack hammers, blah blah shovel, blah blah I have set aside my differences and am now open for anyone willing to fight for an independent Charybdis.”
– End Message –
“Well, isn’t that nice, captain?”
Looking closely at Fritz you would notice his head was beginning to vibrate. If it weren’t impossible, you would swear a scowl was forming on his face plate. “Set aside differences?! Helping any one? What the hell? What did I do that intel mission for? Am I destined to be a bitch for this sectors wrench jockeys? I mean, we could have met Brad Nebula! BRAD NEBULA!!”
“And taken the lucrative protection money.”
“Yes, Marvin. Yes we could have. I’ll be in my quarters, have Ensign Segal send up a smoothie. Scandium.”
“Yes, sir.”