Yanking the Chain (2)
Dec. 21st, 2011 07:02 pm"Okay, let's review," said Lopez. "We're going to whack the Crown Prince, steal his Chain of Awesomeness, and…"
"No," said McMillan. "Nobody gets whacked. At least, not indiscriminately. You see, it is of paramount importance that we steal the chain without its loss being discovered."
"No indiscriminate violence?" I asked. "Oh well; I'll try to stay busy."
"You'll have plenty on your hands," McMillan said. "There are four squadrons of Space Marines on board, playing the Crown Prince's babysitters."
I blinked. I used to be a Space Marine. Tough bastards. Good with guns, swords, fists. Don't like being betrayed. "Uh…" I said, "how do you expect me to deal with them without…"
"One thing at a time," said McMillan. "You should be aware that the Chain of Office is too valuable to be kept on the Crown Prince's person. A special vault has been built to house it."
"Oh yes," said Lopez, "the easy-to-penetrate variety of vault, no doubt."
"Penetrating the vault will not be hard," said McMillan. "However, its walls house a containment bubble full of Fatir gas."
Kima whistled. "That eats through anything," she said. "No known cure."
"Not quite anything," hissed Sarpalian.
"Oh, let me guess," I said. "It can't eat Javanite."
"It cannot," said McMillan. "The artificial gravity pushes away from all the walls, and the chain floats at the center."
"Okay, STOP," said Grabsy. "Just so we can sum up: we're going to remove the chain from a trapped vault, without letting anybody know, without killing anybody, without disturbing anything, and then we're going to get away, right?"
"Yes," said McMillan. "We'll start by infiltrating the ship's fire command system."
Grabsy threw up his hands. "Wake me up when there's a plan I can understand," he said, retiring to his bunk. The briefing meeting broke up, and as McMillan wasn't in the head-blowing-up mood, Lopez and I retired as well.
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"No," said McMillan. "Nobody gets whacked. At least, not indiscriminately. You see, it is of paramount importance that we steal the chain without its loss being discovered."
"No indiscriminate violence?" I asked. "Oh well; I'll try to stay busy."
"You'll have plenty on your hands," McMillan said. "There are four squadrons of Space Marines on board, playing the Crown Prince's babysitters."
I blinked. I used to be a Space Marine. Tough bastards. Good with guns, swords, fists. Don't like being betrayed. "Uh…" I said, "how do you expect me to deal with them without…"
"One thing at a time," said McMillan. "You should be aware that the Chain of Office is too valuable to be kept on the Crown Prince's person. A special vault has been built to house it."
"Oh yes," said Lopez, "the easy-to-penetrate variety of vault, no doubt."
"Penetrating the vault will not be hard," said McMillan. "However, its walls house a containment bubble full of Fatir gas."
Kima whistled. "That eats through anything," she said. "No known cure."
"Not quite anything," hissed Sarpalian.
"Oh, let me guess," I said. "It can't eat Javanite."
"It cannot," said McMillan. "The artificial gravity pushes away from all the walls, and the chain floats at the center."
"Okay, STOP," said Grabsy. "Just so we can sum up: we're going to remove the chain from a trapped vault, without letting anybody know, without killing anybody, without disturbing anything, and then we're going to get away, right?"
"Yes," said McMillan. "We'll start by infiltrating the ship's fire command system."
Grabsy threw up his hands. "Wake me up when there's a plan I can understand," he said, retiring to his bunk. The briefing meeting broke up, and as McMillan wasn't in the head-blowing-up mood, Lopez and I retired as well.
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