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© 2020 by Walter Reimer
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“Fucking Critters,” Felix al-Sakai growled.
One of his principal aides nodded, and dared to add, “Now we know why they were so willing to accept losses at Centauri. The base wasn’t the target.”
Rather than snapping at her, the leopard merely acknowledged her statement with a soft growl. The master strategic display loomed over all of them, mocking him.
Order was still being restored to Sol System. The Home Fleet had lost more than ten percent of its ships either destroyed or damaged, and nearly two-thirds of the system’s defense stations had to be destroyed before the computers on each weapons platform could be persuaded that Terran ships weren’t targets.
Still, Felix had to very grudgingly admire the Kashlani. He didn’t want to, but the facts were undeniable; the Empire had managed to hack supposedly impenetrable AIs, and had forced the Terran military to denude Sol System of its defenses.
And all of that at no loss to the Imperial forces.
Defense stations from all over the Core were in transit to Sol, but until they arrived and were integrated, the Terran home system was thinly defended.
Gazing up at the master display, Felix said, “Show me the current intel reports on Imperial fleet movements.” The hologram altered, and the admirals and aides stopped talking as they studied the display. “Highlight where they’re building up.” The display zoomed in to show elements of the Imperial Third Fleet, estimated at nearly seventy percent of the entire force, concentrating in one sector.
“Hmm.”
The buildup wasn’t near any of the Core worlds.
Felix felt his claws extend. What were the Critters up to?
© 2020 by Walter Reimer
Thumbnail art by
foxenawolf“Fucking Critters,” Felix al-Sakai growled.
One of his principal aides nodded, and dared to add, “Now we know why they were so willing to accept losses at Centauri. The base wasn’t the target.”
Rather than snapping at her, the leopard merely acknowledged her statement with a soft growl. The master strategic display loomed over all of them, mocking him.
Order was still being restored to Sol System. The Home Fleet had lost more than ten percent of its ships either destroyed or damaged, and nearly two-thirds of the system’s defense stations had to be destroyed before the computers on each weapons platform could be persuaded that Terran ships weren’t targets.
Still, Felix had to very grudgingly admire the Kashlani. He didn’t want to, but the facts were undeniable; the Empire had managed to hack supposedly impenetrable AIs, and had forced the Terran military to denude Sol System of its defenses.
And all of that at no loss to the Imperial forces.
Defense stations from all over the Core were in transit to Sol, but until they arrived and were integrated, the Terran home system was thinly defended.
Gazing up at the master display, Felix said, “Show me the current intel reports on Imperial fleet movements.” The hologram altered, and the admirals and aides stopped talking as they studied the display. “Highlight where they’re building up.” The display zoomed in to show elements of the Imperial Third Fleet, estimated at nearly seventy percent of the entire force, concentrating in one sector.
“Hmm.”
The buildup wasn’t near any of the Core worlds.
Felix felt his claws extend. What were the Critters up to?
Category Story / General Furry Art
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The display zoomed in to show elements of the Imperial Third Fleet, estimated at nearly seventy percent of the entire force ...
"estimated" can be a very bad word when you have no idea your foe's true strength ...
And can they be positive of the numbers they think they see? How hard is it to make a freighter seem a battleship? And a WWII trick was to paint the nose cones of P-51s a different color for each flight, the enemy thinking there were hundreds when in fact there were only dozens ...
A squad making a big show over here while the rest sneak in where?
"estimated" can be a very bad word when you have no idea your foe's true strength ...
And can they be positive of the numbers they think they see? How hard is it to make a freighter seem a battleship? And a WWII trick was to paint the nose cones of P-51s a different color for each flight, the enemy thinking there were hundreds when in fact there were only dozens ...
A squad making a big show over here while the rest sneak in where?
Walt46
And a big thing in space looks like a big thing in space. So, if I was playing me some games, I'd have them seeing battle formations that looked good, but there'd be merchant ships playing some of those slots - while the real battleships were elsewhere pretending to be merchants - and then it's a game of who really caught whom ...
https://www.baen.com/Chapters/06713.....0671319752.htm - Ms. Midshipwoman Harrington by David Weber
I've always loved how this one opens ...
"That looks like your snotty, Senior Chief."
The Marine sentry's low-pitched voice exuded an oddly gleeful sympathy. It was the sort of voice in which a Marine traditionally informed one of the Navy's "vacuum-suckers" that his trousers had just caught fire or something equally exhilarating, and Senior Chief Petty Officer Roland Shelton ignored the jarhead's tone with the lofty disdain of any superior life form for an evolutionary inferior. ...
https://www.baen.com/Chapters/06713.....0671319752.htm - Ms. Midshipwoman Harrington by David Weber
I've always loved how this one opens ...
"That looks like your snotty, Senior Chief."
The Marine sentry's low-pitched voice exuded an oddly gleeful sympathy. It was the sort of voice in which a Marine traditionally informed one of the Navy's "vacuum-suckers" that his trousers had just caught fire or something equally exhilarating, and Senior Chief Petty Officer Roland Shelton ignored the jarhead's tone with the lofty disdain of any superior life form for an evolutionary inferior. ...
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