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Chapter Seven: Full House

Sherwood

Luna's Concubine
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Mario pauses for a moment, then says, "Is it possible to recruit more members to the UEEF team that we are building here? And now that we are now UEEF members, what is the exact mission that we are preparing for, besides the obvious?"
 

Dannigan

Kaerri's Man. =)
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Mario pauses for a moment, then says, "Is it possible to recruit more members to the UEEF team that we are building here?
Many eyes turn toward Captain Piper who looks to Mario. "That depends. Who did you have in mind?"

And now that we are now UEEF members, what is the exact mission that we are preparing for, besides the obvious?"
"Like I said earlier, only Sam knows and he wants to show us. Maybe we should ask him once you guys are finished talking technopathy?" Her armband gives off a nice chiming sound.

"Oh, good news. Sam says he's found spaghetti sauce, meatballs, and... what the heck is... 'angel hair'?"
 

Sherwood

Luna's Concubine
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Many eyes turn toward Captain Piper who looks to Mario. "That depends. Who did you have in mind?"
Mario says, "Well, my dad is a destroid pilot instructor up at Monument City, teaching the next generation of soldiers how to use their mecha. He was a Tomahawk pilot on Macross Island when the Zentraedi first arrived, and he served with distinction on the SDF-1 during the war. I would think that he would be a good person to approach with the possibility of serving the greater good of Earth."
"Oh, good news. Sam says he's found spaghetti sauce, meatballs, and... what the heck is... 'angel hair'?"
With a smile, he says, "Captain, it will be a real treat for your taste buds once we are done here and I can make my way to the mess hall to work my magic on that food. The secret to the perfect spaghetti is in the sauce, but having good pasta is also a must. If I had more time, I would make my own meatballs, too. A good mx of hot and mild sausage gives them just the right kiss of flavor. I only hope that I can properly adapt my recipe for all of us. I've never had to cook for this many people before."
 

Psychie

Princess Psychie
Toph smiles as Mario describes the food with such passion. "It sounds like you are just the man we need for a genuine Italian dinner there, Mario. If it is half as good as you make it sound, it should be delicious!"
 

Dannigan

Kaerri's Man. =)
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Piper fidgets. "Uhh, you think you can make enough for about, say, fifty? Ask the Sams or your squad to help? And answer my question. What the heck is angel hair?"
 

Sherwood

Luna's Concubine
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Mario chuckles. "Yes, ma'am. Angel hair is a type of pasta that is very thin, thinner than regular spaghetti pasta. It cooks faster, since the water has less pasta to soak into."
 

Dannigan

Kaerri's Man. =)
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Captain Hesperus Captain Hesperus

"Oh.... O.K.!" Piper seems pleased with Mario's thorough answer.

"Lieutenant Mario!" Reggie points upward. "If you need an extra hand I'll help! And I bet Mister Hercules will help too!"

Captain Piper follows Reggie's gaze. "Did I say 50? Make that 55."
 
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Silanon

Three Thousand Club
"I've mostly cooked up things that don't belong in a human's stomach, but I'll help where I can. Mostly one for precise dissecting, myself, so it'll probably take a bit longer..."

"Next question would be how terribly wrong things can go while traversing."
Piper frowns and pets Trouble who has now wandered near her. "We don't even know what the mission really is yet. I mean, beyond preparing for the coming of the Invid. As for protecting the Broadsword, that's easy - just don't tell anybody we exist for now!"
"You know, I wasn't sure if it's that easy to keep the Broadsword safe - and it's not really concern about the outside threats. See, if a well-trained traverser can control a ship's main gun, then an untrained one might be able to do something similar, but in the wrong way. If we practise aboard of the Broadsword, that's where all of our mistakes will happen, too. Maybe being under supervision will do the trick, then that's good. If not, we might eventually need to find a place where mistakes don't matter as much."
 

Dannigan

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Captain Hesperus Captain Hesperus Tag!

(Heya Gang! Hope you guys are in the mood for a little technopathy knowledge and a bit of Broadsword's history. As the newest members to her crew, you might benefit from knowing this. =)

Mario says, "Well, my dad is a destroid pilot instructor up at Monument City, teaching the next generation of soldiers how to use their mecha. He was a Tomahawk pilot on Macross Island when the Zentraedi first arrived, and he served with distinction on the SDF-1 during the war. I would think that he would be a good person to approach with the possibility of serving the greater good of Earth."



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"Next question would be how terribly wrong things can go while traversing."
Professor Stein aims his index finger straight at Ylva and nods eagerly. "Yes. Now you are onto something good and dangerous. Lt. Sveadotter, the ultimate answer to how wrong things can go while using technopathy is summed up simply - you can lose your life." Professor Stein puts a hand through his long white beard. With eyes filled with seriousness, he gently grins to each person he names. "Mack... Mario... Lt. Rolland. Each one of you know first-hand the terrors and pain technopathy can bring. "Mack? You start. How did you wind up in sickbay?"

Mack sighs recalling the recent memory and puts a hand on her forehead, her fingers intertwined with her curly black hair. "By jumping into the Blue World and into a group of Cores."

"Yes, but what kind of Cores, my dear?"

"Cores hostile to the Wild Cards. Lesson learned? Never go into the Blue World alone. At least not until we're better trained."

"Very good!" Sherwood Sherwood "Mario? I understand you had your share of Brain-burn? Enough to give you some troubles?" D. Rex D. Rex "And Lt. Rolland? You are not sitting in that fancy chair because you like to, I take it? Both of you are welcome to share your experiences with us all if you of a mind to."

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"You know, I wasn't sure if it's that easy to keep the Broadsword safe - and it's not really concern about the outside threats. See, if a well-trained traverser can control a ship's main gun, then an untrained one might be able to do something similar, but in the wrong way. If we practise aboard of the Broadsword, that's where all of our mistakes will happen, too. Maybe being under supervision will do the trick, then that's good. If not, we might eventually need to find a place where mistakes don't matter as much."
Cera puts her fork down and stares at Professor Stein. "Supervision should be mandatory. One does not throw an untrained soldier into a fully-armed Power Armor and send them off into combat. The result is more than wasteful - it is... potentially self-destructive and destructive to one's own."

Stein thinks a moment. "Perhaps, but humans are not clones to be ordered about like machines, Cera. With humans, I believe a combination of discipline and self-expression is often the best road to gaining experience, not just for the individual, but for all involved. To use your example, Lt. Sveadotter, I cannot help but wonder if Captain Drake was a Traverser on my level or beyond it? To traverse with the SDF-3 Pioneer, the UEEF's mightiest vessel? A vessel of that size... would be a Blue World unto itself. Captain Piper?"

"Yeah, Prof?"

"In your time, how many other Traversers did you know about beside Captain Drake?"

Piper stares down into her plate and slowly stirs her pancakes with her fork. "None. Zero. Zilch."

"Then how did he attain such technopathic heights?"

"My guess? A lifetime of trial and error. Drake was an uncontrollable bookworm too. He was always linking his brain up with something. Our Garfish was by far the smoothest-running in the whole fleet. Mind you, we didn't... exactly... advertise that fact to the rest of the Fleet. You know."

"And the Broadsword? Are there more ships like her in your time? With Sam units and all?"

Piper looks outside of the hangar bay to the gorgeous Gulf of Mexico. A small smile curls her thin lips. "No way, Prof! The Broadsword? The Sams and Samanthas? Even the miniature Robotech Factory? She's one of a kind! All Captain Drake's doing."

Piper had Professor Stein's fullest attention. "What? How?"

"Been wanting to tell you all. Now that we're all UEEF, I finally can! Want to hear the short version?"

Murphy, Sharp, and Stein all shared a look and nodded. "Please do!"

"The Broadsword misjumped when the fleet first arrived on the other side. Even then, the Broadsword was a special ship, but without Drake, she'd physically be just another Garfish-class destroyer. See, separated from the Fleet, we ran into trouble early with the Invid. We knew we were outmatched before they got close, so we rabbited the nearest planet. Turns out that planet, Testria, was not only habitable, but inhabited! We ran into the Broo there. One meeting with ol' Drake and we had allies. Man, he was magic!

"They hid us. I mean... like the entire ship! Buried us under the ground where we waited out the Invid. Unable to find us, but unwilling to leave, the Invid hung out for months. We didn't even dare try and get a message out to the Fleet. The Invid tried and tried, but they couldn't find the Broo, much less us. So, the Broadsword crew and the incredible Broo people got to know each other and they offered to join us against the Invid. But we weren't the only thing that had come from beyond.

"Way before we arrived, some ancient Zentraedi science guy had crash-landed on Testria. The Broo approached him. Dying, he left them messages they couldn't figure out, but the meaning was clear - don't let the Invid find this. He was referring to some kind of experiment that he had created. It had survived the crash. Drake had it checked out and once O.K.'ed, it was brought aboard. Then, within a day, the darned thing goes and joins with the rest of the ship! It's basically a miniature Robotech Factory, that once supplied with schematics and resources, seems to make whatever we can fit into the hangar bays!

"Eventually, the Invid left, we got all dusted off, and left Testria, and eventually linked up with the rest of the Fleet. Then Captain Drake goes and probably changes human history when we run into the Sentinels, a group of aliens minus the Broo, that the UEEF had liberated from the Invid."

Captain Sharp interrupted. "Pardon me. Do you mean to say the SDF-3's mission to meet with the Robotech Masters ended in failure?"

"Sure did, sir. At least where I'm from. Eventually one group among the Sentinels, the shadowy Hadyonites, figured out some kind of special stealth technology and super-Reflex cannons that would help us turn the tide against the Invid. Except... the Broadsword was Captain Drake's ship. The UEEF agreed to their installation, but the moment authorities turned their backs, Captain Drake goes and does his whole technopathy thing directly with the new tech! And guess what?"

"What?" Mack asks. Not far from her, Cera keeps eating. She seems only vaguely interested in this and more interested in her new food. Trouble too seems to only pay so much attention. His gold eyes shining, the mechanized kitten approaches Ylva and looks up at her quietly but expectantly.

Piper continues. "Turns out the whole damned cannon is set up for sabotage! There is some kinda transmitter on the thing that, once the Haydonites send out a special signal, anyone who uses those cannons blows themselves up killing everyone on board! So what does Drake do? He asks ever so politely, 'could we remove those transmitters and explosives, please?' And the cannon says, 'Yes sir!'

Captain Piper pats the table. "And so now we have stealth tech and a perfectly-functioning Synchro Cannon onboard and installed on the Broadsword. Oh, and she works. We've had to use her in battle. Drake went on to get a private meeting with Admiral Hunter and Vice Admiral Hunter where I think he told 'em just about everything. And that's the last I heard. Being a 19-year-old Flight Commander, I'm not exactly privy to the secrets of the higher-ups, y'know? That was true until I came here. So... just goes to show you all what a lone highly-motivated and gifted Traverser can do. If it weren't for Captain Drake, we'd be dead ten times over."

Piper returns to her pancakes leaving many of your crewmates to sit back and digest this history, each in their own ways.

Professor Stein eventually speaks up again, his expression ever-curious. "Dare I ask if there are other questions? This is turning out to be quite the conversation!"
 
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Sherwood

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Mario looks over at the Captain, and asks, "Ma'am? Just what is a Synchro Cannon? The way you talk about it makes it sound special. What does it do?"
 

Dannigan

Kaerri's Man. =)
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"Huh?" Captain Piper gives Mario a look as if he had suddenly transformed into a micronized Zentraedi. "How do you not know? Waaait..." Piper shakes her red hair creating a momentary cascade of fierce fiery colors in the morning sunlight. "Sorry! Everybody I know knows what a Synchro Cannon is. But how could you when it hasn't been invented yet?" Cera nods along with this assessment.

"Put simply? A Synchro Cannon is the Broadsword's main gun. It fires pure energy and it has completely destroyed every target we have ever fired it on! Because of its power draw and the safety concerns that go along with using it, we can't fire it very often, so we make every shot count! Think of it kinda like a teeny version of the Super Dimensional Fortress's main gun."

Sam steps forward. "Uh, like Captain? Could I offer a little correction ma'am?"

"Sure, Sam. What is it?"

"Earlier when you said the explosives on the Synchro Cannons, like, had to be, y'know, vacated? Those weren't explosives. Those units were all transmitters."

"Then... how were the Synchro Cannons supposed to explode?"

"Easy, ma'am!" Sam widens his hands. "When you shoot it, the power goes totally nowhere! That turns into a big overload and KABOOOOSH! No more ship! Maximum bummer, ma'am!"

Piper turns to Mack. "Do your people really talk like this?"

"For sure!" Mack replies after a drink of coffee.
 

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