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t wasn’t very long before Major Kyle slowed us down and took the time-jammer offline. “I’m sorry, but I’m fried. My mind is starting to wander off task, and you can’t take your attention away for half a second without risking disaster.” We were about two light-years out from Barnard’s Star, roughly forty percent of the way.
“I can take over, Major,” I volunteered.
Cabron had to stick his patronizing nose in. “I don’t want to insult you, Joe, but this is kind of unique, and no Earth human has done this before. Major Kyle is at least trained for this level of concentration.”
“Corporate said to trust him with any piloting he was willing to do,” Major Kyle replied.
“No offense, but Joe is what, twenty-two? No degrees, no training, I’m not even certain why he’s here.” Like I keep telling you, Dulles was a dumbass. He didn’t even bother reading his crew dossiers.
I’d had enough of this nonsense. “Joe is here,” I said, “Because unlike everyone else, Joe has actual Imperial qualifications at everything but Vector piloting. That and Joe can use the standard Imperial interface, which means Joe can respond quicker – I don’t need the Earth units translation overlay.”
Will knew, and Major Kyle. Jayden was beaming, “Right on!” and Dulles looked at me blankly, jaw wide open.
“You think they’d hire an engineer that didn’t know anything? Didn’t you read the dossier? Dude, they bought you the best available on Earth. The Dog Lady is my aunt, and she hired me as a cargo handler and made me learn everything I could. I’ve been studying this since a year before anyone else knew the Empire existed. I’ve got crew experience. I’ve only piloted time-jammer in simulation, but I’ve done everything else for real with those half-mile wide ships of hers.” Indraand Earth were a little over 393 meters in radius – but the media called them ‘half-mile’. They were the biggest ships making regular trips to Earth, though I’d seen much bigger ships on excursion to the Empire. The class two capital ships were spheres a ‘mere’ 2580 feet tall when grounded out there on Santa Cruz Island, the most important to the Channel Islands Imperial base. I’d also piloted cutters like Golden Hind and Starbirds a few times.
“And until today, simulation was all the time-jammer training I had,” Kyle said, “Goddard told me Joe could probably do this mission all by himself, but the board wanted a full crew. Give it a year or so, and there will probably be others like him or even better, but for now, his family is the best Earth has. So get out of the way and let him work. Or wait until I’ve had another break.”
Will chimed in, “Either way is okay with me. I want to get back to Xandra, but they’re paying me good.”
“Same with me,” Kyle said, “I get paid based on mission duration. You getting profitability bonuses, Mr. Dulles?”
That decided him, but the look in his eye told everyone he’d be trying to get even. “Proceed, Mr. Bernard.” I kept my mouth shut, and thought about the bonus for not taking over.
I turned off the Earth unit translation overlay on my panel, to demonstrate to Dulles that I knew what was going on. Imperial units, we were about four and a half years from Ross 154. I re-engaged the time-jammer, ran the field up to ten square (36,000). I monitored the far more numerous rocks we didn’t need to dodge for a couple minutes Imperial, until I was comfortable I could react to oncoming debris in time, then doubled the speed to twenty square. Major Kyle hadn’t had it past fifty thousand c, but once I had an actual dodge under my belt, about five minutes later, I raised it again to thirty square and left it there. That was in accordance with safety protocols developed back in the Empire. It was only another five minutes before it was time to start slowing down to approach Ross 154 (do the math if you don’t believe me – 216,000 Imperial minutes to an Imperial year). It didn’t take long, but Major Kyle hadn’t been exaggerating. You don’t know how hard it is not to allow your attention to wander at all until you can’t. What may seem counterintuitive is that as long as you’re within your reaction time, it’s less draining to go faster so you don’t have to do it for as long.
I dropped us out of light speed about two Imperial minutes from Ross 154 (the Empire measures distance in terms of the amount of time it takes for light to travel that distance). Imperial minutes are 102 Earth seconds, so we were about sixty-one million kilometers from the M3.5 star. In the solar system, that would be about the orbit of Mercury, but here we were way outside the potentially habitable zone. Class M stars are small by comparison with the sun, and don’t put out nearly as much energy. This one had about a sixth of the mass of Sol and put out roughly four tenths of a percent of Sol’s energy per second. As a consequence, it would still be burning ten billion years after Sol was gone.
“I’m picking up a sub-jovian at roughly sixty million kilometers. Mass about twelve times Earth – a little less than Uranus. Way too far out for moons to be habitable…. BINGO! We’ve got a rock, eighty-two percent of Earth mass, about thirteen million kilometers out. Lifeless, thin nitrogen-argon atmosphere, pressure about ten millibars. If I understand correctly, that’s what the Empire calls a Category Red World – suitable orbit, lifeless but terraformable. Looks like it’s not quite tidally locked yet. Re-spin it, set a big siphon and converter to generating an atmosphere…”
Jayden picked up the thread, “Add bottom level biologicals, give it a few years, and start going outside to sunbathe. Woo-hoo! We all just got our level one bonus!”
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