And yet the station's internal security were less so.
Fiolette's eyes closed for a moment, she lost herself to the memories of Kuragin, to the days and nights she spent in healing after Castameer. To the battles of her life, and when she opened her eyes. An adjustment in their expression, piercing eyes took in the sight of the Supreme Commander in his armor. The voices of the past, the whispers of ghosts that spoke in her ear. She shifted her gaze away from the Commander and down to the papers, to the folders and notes. A vacant expression and the room became so still you swore you heard the sound of the other rooms nearby. The brunette's head rose and once more her changed her focus, this time she looked directly at the Supreme Commander and answered him plain as day, "do better."
Admiral, you had to have known this would have been a tempting target for the Alliance.
Commodore Rashad, with all du-
No, you're going to sit down and listen, Admiral, with all due respect, ma'am.
"A new design has been drawn up using the old Zakuul Fortress as an aesthetic," her voice didn't crack but beneath her confidence laid the undertones of despair. "Reactive plating, detachable outer hull." She paused a moment as her eyes swept between the Supreme Commander and the Grand Moff. Her jaw clenched and her hands pulled the notes for the new station's design beneath their grip. The sound of papers, crushed in her hands could be heard as they scraped against the desk. Once more her eyes shut tight and the memories of her days as a young officer with the Atrisian Empire crept back into her mind.
Fortan! What are you doing?
Shutting it down, if I don't this entire thing is gonna blow and us with it!
Fortan, stand down! That's an order, this thing is going to blow whether or not it's down. This is beyond saving, Ensign. Go, get into the escape pod now.
Captain? Captain, no, we can save this ship. We can -
No, it's over. Just, just do me a favor. Remember this day, remember this battle and remember no matter how the enemy might crush us. We will reignite, we will return and we will make this right. Now go! Get out of here!
"We're working closely with Seinar-Jaemus on creating a new engine," the Admiral swallowed hard, "not hyperspace capable." She added with an even tone, her eyes had softened but she maintained her bearings. "The Destron ten mark five, actually. An ion engine which brings us to ionic shielding." Fiolette drew in a deep breath and as she exhaled, the woman continued. "We've also taken a deep look at the software on the Galidraan. When it was initially conceived we had very little in the way of our own and since Kuragin. My staff and I have been working around the clock, we've developed three new networks."
She pulled the folders and notes from her hands and turned them around. Fiolette passed them to the Grand Moff, "the first was inspired by the Huginn Biocomm Network. Originally made by Kiribian Systems Armory, and while there is no official contract with the company. The owner needed to test bed the system and we needed a biocomm network, and now, now that I... We, we've had a better look at it." She leaned over and grabbed her briefcase and set it on the table. Carefully the Admiral opened it up and pulled out the neurogel pack with a metal clip at one end. Fiolette handled the pack quite delicately, "this is what we've called neurogel, as you can see it has delicate fibers that run from the stem that's attached to this interface." The Galidraani woman sets the pack down carefully and points to the metal clip, "this part goes here."
Fiolette turned to her brief case and grabbed a metal rack, it was not very large but sizable enough for the demonstration. "These delicate fibers and hairs mimic the human brain. And more importantly, work with heuristic processors. The fibers use the gel, which is made with electrofrost plasma, or EFP. The byproduct of our own Crystal Fused Engine which uses permafrost crystals and makes Frost plasma."
A slight pause as she looked over at the gelpack.
Commodore.
Admiral.
Commodore Rashad, I promise you - this...
What? Won't happen again? Don't make promises you can't keep.
I will make this right. I can fix this.
Her eyes closed to blink and Fiolette swore she could feel the souls of those now gone. The burden of the dead weighed heavily upon her shoulders, and she swore to herself that she would never surrender. She did not surrender on Castameer, she did not yield on Rutan and she would not stop now. Lessons from Kuragin had been learned, and they had been learned from the harshest of teachers; reality.
"This, this little gelpack is able to not only process information faster but it's able to handle a larger set of data." She paused a moment as she pulled her hands back into her lap, leaving the gelpack on the table. "My staff, and I - took the Huginn Biocomm Network, took it apart. It takes twelve science frigates to run in just one sector, which is just unacceptable, and this, this can be installed on all of our ships. Expanding our network, and giving us our security." Fiolette then added, "it can also run the other two networks that we've been building, the first which is the Emergency Hyperwave Transmission Network, and the second is our Interstation Command Network."
"Faster response times and a real-time tracking system are imparted with the new EHTN. FIMS will not only be able to get to where they need to go faster, but we'll also be able to evacuate and notify our own with evacuation updates a lot faster. Using the new gelpacks that are, our ships become networked in a way that they hadn't before. A wireless, hyperwave network allowing ships across sectors to talk with each other as if they were face to face. Which, leads me to the Interstation Command Network, a set of redundancy codes from the Integrated Fleet Command Network, this time - built into the new stations. This, this gives us the ability to keep our sector command networks going, should... the worst come to pass." Again. Any personal feelings she had were pushed to the side and as she placed her hands on the table. The woman laid them flat palms against the surface, "we've called an order of sixteen total stations. Eight of them to replace the current aging set, the other eight are expanded to include our new territory and as reserves, so we can push out a new station either to a new sector or to replace a lost one."
You can crush my heart into embers, but I will reignite.
[member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Natasi Fortan"]
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