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Chapter Seven: Full House

Sherwood

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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."
 

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"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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Dannigan

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"Well," Professor Stein says, "you don't want me in the kitchen. My cooking is utterly detestable! What other questions have you for me?" Kaerri Kaerri
 

Silanon

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"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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(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, Terrestria, 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 Terrestria, 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

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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.
 

Psychie

Princess Psychie
Toph leans forwards and asks, "Captain, besides the mecha on board and this Synchro Cannon thing, what kind of defenses does the Broadsword have? I understand that we need to keep her safe, but if it really hits the fan and there is a firefight going on outside, how well can the ship defend itself if the Wild Cards are tied up somewhere else?"
 

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Piper gazes at Toph for long moment. Then with a rare big smile, she says. "God, you sound just like your mom right now! O.K. After our first encounter with the Invid at Terrestria, Drake figured out quickly that the Broadsword was no match against what they had. We didn't even launch Flight Nine - we just boogied outta there to safety. Upon reuniting with the Fleet, we found out that many a Garfish had been trashed and that Drake had totally made the right call. So, the UEEF went on to upgrade the Garfish destroyers with an Anti-Invid suite of point defense lasers. And let me tell you; that system cleans house! If we'd had it at Terrestria, we might not have ever landed. In hindsight, I'm glad we didn't have the system at the time or we would have missed out on quite a lot.

"The Broadsword can defend itself against a flight of Invid or a squadron of, say, those AUL drones you all fought with her energy shields, the laser point defense systems, and what missiles we've got remaining. If we're up against non-living bandits like your drones, Sam can and will launch in whatever mecha are left here including the Mad Dog. However, Sam's been designed to respect all life. We've never seen Sam take a life even in defense of the UEEF. So there it is."

"What up next?" Piper looks to everyone, Toph included, for more questions.
 

Silanon

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"Those Invid - heard the name a couple of times, now. The big, looming threat at the very end, unless I'm mistaken. If you met them before - that'd mean you know quite a bit about them, right? How they fight, what they are like. What they want. Mind sharing a bit of that, Captain? You know, if we're supposed to defend Earth against them, it wouldn't hurt to know how to go about it. Other than spreading laser defenses all across the country." Ylva looks around for the other squad members.

"Unless that's old news for all of you; might be better for me to read it up another time, then. Speaking of which - did any of you check out the computers in the rooms, yet? I haven't, thus far, and I was wondering what we have access to, from there. I've seen that the Broadsword receives the world's news, apparently; anything more futuristic on there that we should be careful with?"
 

Dannigan

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Captain Piper pauses. There is a mouthful of pancakes hanging on her fork, but her gaze is going right past it. For one long moment, she frowns and begins to fidget. Her fork hits the plate and she turns away from her food and watches the scintillating Gulf of Mexico. "Invid." She says the word as if it has very deep meaning to her. "It's about as fair of a question as you can ask, but the one you oughta be asking is Beamer. She's one of our ship navigators. Logs say she made it too." But Piper's grin fades. "The Invid are more numerous, more terrifying, more unusual, and more alien than anything I've ever known. They're after Protoculture. Ours. The Robotech Masters's. The Zentraedi's. Everybody's. And they're willing to kill or enslave you and yours to get it.

Piper runs a hand through her hair while Wwarlock nuzzles her other hand and looks out to the gulf with her. For a moment, they seem of one expression, one mind. "They're freakin' monsters! People-killing monsters! And... they don't ever stop! In our timeline, they came to Earth here and they laid waste! Damn near everybody died! It was worse than the Rain of Death! The RDF, ASC, EBSIS, UEG... you name them, the Invid killed or enslaved 'em! Men, women, children. Didn't matter!

Piper shudders and looks Ylva in the eye. "In our timeline... the Invid won! We were on our last and best try with the SDF-3 Pioneer with the Hunters aboard and in charge when we reached the Black Binary, a cosmic place where folding spacetime was said to happen instantaneously and not take years! Time travel was thought to be possible. And it is! But the UEEF, after years and years of fighting, were trying out some... new super-missiles of some kind. Something rumored to be so powerful, it would end the Invid forever.

"But something went wrong. We alone were sent here and..." Piper pushes her plate away. "... now here we are." Piper lets out a ragged sigh and looks around. "Time appears to be on our side so we can talk more about the Invid later. I don't want to ruin my first days on Earth with this. I have what's left of the crew to revive and a hundred other things to do. Can we... talk about something else? Anything else?"

Casting a sympathetic eye to the 19-year-old, Captain Sharp is quick to speak up. "Sure we can, ma'am. Next question!"
 
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Trouble sniffs Elinor's finger, which holds his attention for a mere moment before his curiosity pulls at him. Then he is padding across the table in an attempt to investigate - nose-first - whatever is on Elinor's plate. "Roo?"
Elinor gently shoos him away from her plate, then grabs a spare small plate and puts a couple slices of ham on it. She shoos Trouble away from her own plate again and turns him around so his nose is pointing at the smaller plate. "That's for you," she tells him before letting go.

Next line of questions, my dear?"
Elinor has a list, actually, but she waits politely while the others take their turns. She's just as interested in what they're asking as what she has in mind -- it's all stuff they'll need to know.

"I would like to create a classroom with all manner of technological objects with the purpose of seeing where everyone is and what roles do they play at a Traversers. But where?"

Hitomi chimes in with a lovely smile. "I think Lt. Sveadotter just offered the best option - sickbay is open and large enough. Plus, it's the best place to be if something goes wrong."
"Sounds good to me," Elinor chimes in. "I'd love a safe place to mess around with things."

"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."
"It seems like the mistakes most dangerous to ourselves have to do with hostile Cores, or getting lost," Elinor points out. "Broadsword is pretty friendly to Traversers, so we don't have to worry about that. I do think we should go into the Blue World in pairs at least, until we know we're not going to get lost here anyway, and that should help with the second problem. Honestly from the way the Sams have been treating us, I think Broadsword may well be the safest place to practice moving about."

Turns out that planet, Terrestria, was not only habitable, but inhabited! We ran into the Broo there. One meeting with ol' Drake and we had allies.
"What are the Broo like?" Elinor wants to know.

Casting a sympathetic eye to the 19-year-old, Captain Sharp is quick to speak up. "Sure we can, ma'am. Next question!"
Elinor turns back to Stein. "When we were goin' off to rescue Colonel -- I mean, Captain Sharp, we sorta introduced ourselves to the Mjolnirs and learned how to operate them via Technopathy. Then when a couple of us went and did the same with the prototype mecha we found there, we lost the Mjolnir knowledge. Now, I've kinda got a feeling I could keep them both now, but what I'd like to know is, how long can we keep that knowledge if we don't, well, overwrite it? And what circumstances would cause us to lose it early other than overwritin' it? And, like I said, I think I could keep 'em both now, but not more 'n that. If we can hold two or more, and learn a third, do we get to pick which one gets over-writ?"
 

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Elinor gently shoos him away from her plate, then grabs a spare small plate and puts a couple slices of ham on it. She shoos Trouble away from her own plate again and turns him around so his nose is pointing at the smaller plate. "That's for you," she tells him before letting go.
Intercepting Trouble a second time turns out to be a wise decision as he curiously goes for Elinor's plate the moment she reaches for the second plate. Thankfully, she can lift the little feline bandit with one hand if necessary. Once set on a course for a plate that belongs to him (and that has something nice on it, like the ham she left), Trouble rubs his head up against Elinor's hand in a moment of gratitude. Furthermore, it looks like ham is something that will keep him occupied, for it is wide and flat and Trouble lacks a knife to cut it with. So, Trouble contents himself by chewing away at it while his ears turn in every direction there is conversation.

"Broadsword is pretty friendly to Traversers, so we don't have to worry about that.
Professor Stein raises his index finger as if to make a point. "The Broadsword and Sams are friendly to UEEF personnel over Traversers. Keep that in mind, my dear. I doubt Sam is loyal to Traversers; he's just had extremely good relationship with Captain Drake, I gather. As for the Broadsword also being the safest place to learn about Traversing, I could not agree more as long as we do not get in over our heads and try to do too much or go too far. Whatever secrets the Sams are hiding, I think it is for them to provide to us if that is the nature of said secrets."

"What are the Broo like?" Elinor wants to know.
Captain Piper immediately seems to warm to the idea of the changes in subjects, including this one. She leans her elbow against the table, her cheek resting on her palm. "Oh, the Broo? Jeez, where do I begin?" Piper smiles fondly. "We love 'em, our dear Savage People! We're welcome back on Terrestria whenever we please. They're really friendly, kind of naïve. Very trusting of us. If I were going to live somewhere other than Earth, it'd be with them in their jungle villages. 'For sure.'"

This catches Murphy's interest almost immediately. "Tribal people? Can they even fight the Invid?"

"Let me tell you a little story about 'em," Piper grins to anyone who cares to hear it. "When the Broo learned that the Invid were after us, hiding the Broadsword wasn't good enough. Hiding themselves wasn't good enough! No, they had to go out and fuck with 'em! They're hunters and good in the bush, but some of 'em got a mischievous streak. So one day, they came back from the hunt after we taught 'em how to use our video recorders. They hunted an Invid Shock Trooper with their bows and arrows and recorded the whole thing!"

"You gotta be shittin' me?" Murphy gawks.

"Nope! We can tell their hunting party is really, really excited about something. So they all gather around us all family-like, right? And they start showing this video of three Invid Shock Troopers and one of the three, they've kinda lured off by itself. So, their war-chief, that's Faydra, nocks an arrow with a big stone head and lets it go. Then she immediately goes to ground. The stone hits it in the back of the head. Makes this dinging sound. The Shock Trooper turns around to investigate, and here come a whole bunch of other arrows flyin' outta the trees! It looks like the branches are shooting them, because you can't see a single Broo! The Shock Trooper gets an eyeful of arrows - and the arrows blow up! But not into fire, but colors! They hit it right in the eye - and covered it with paint! Sucker couldn't see a damned thing!

Piper's laugh is hearty one. "The damned Shock Trooper is stomping mad and staggering around all confused while the Broo, covered from head to toe in some special kind of mud, all go running outta there. By the time the other two Shock Troopers get there, they kinda look at the blind one and with what looks like a sad resignation. Then they flew off, I guess to go get him cleaned up? The Shock Troopers have claws for hands; don't seem to have the means to clean off paint! When the hunting party got back to us, they couldn't wait to show us! Sure, they can't hurt the Invid, but they were quite satisfied being able to piss 'em off!"

Murphy's laugh follows. "Captain! They sounds like my kinda people. Spirited to th' core!"

"That they are. Anybody messes with our crazy Savage People and they're gonna find themselves looking down the barrels of the Broadsword!"

Elinor turns back to Stein. "When we were goin' off to rescue Colonel -- I mean, Captain Sharp, we sorta introduced ourselves to the Mjolnirs and learned how to operate them via Technopathy. Then when a couple of us went and did the same with the prototype mecha we found there, we lost the Mjolnir knowledge. Now, I've kinda got a feeling I could keep them both now, but what I'd like to know is, how long can we keep that knowledge if we don't, well, overwrite it? And what circumstances would cause us to lose it early other than overwritin' it? And, like I said, I think I could keep 'em both now, but not more 'n that. If we can hold two or more, and learn a third, do we get to pick which one gets over-writ?"
Professor Stein answers proudly. "Indeed you do get to pick, Elinor. And I believe you are talking about the technopathic experience of being linked with a Core. As far as I know, you keep it indefinitely unless you choose to lose it. I will tell you, I can drive a car but that is about it. So one year, I got aboard a helicopter as a backseat passenger. For the complete fun of it, I went into the Blue World. The Core and I got along. Quite friendly, Sikorsky helicopters! I did not give away to anyone that I had done anything at all amiss.

Professor Stein makes walking motions with two fingers on one hand. "But when we left the helicopter, I came back later, alone. By just touching her hull, I was able to turn the lights on! I am absolutely certain I could have flown her if I had wished, but I knew then that it would be a danger to because I had no experience flying as a pilot. No idea about headwinds or what to do in poor weather or how to tell the tower that I wanted to go or any of that, so I did not dare. About a year later, I visited that same helicopter on a flight to Stockholm. And you know? She remembered me? I am quite certain none of my knowledge had left me. I knew as much a year later than I knew the moment she linked with me. It was a sad day when I had to give that experience up, but I still have the memories - and in the end, when all is said and done, memories are purest gold!

"Keep the questions coming! This is good stuff!"

Captain Piper says, "You don't quit, do you, Prof? I'm about ready to hit Drake's myself."
 
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Elinor listened to Piper's story, intrigued. It sounded like the future had all kinds of interesting aliens to meet, not just the nasty Invid they were hoping to defend Earth against -- somehow. And she was glad the change of subject she'd picked was one Piper especially liked. The acting-captain had enough stress right now, and Elinor was happy to help even in so small a way. "Wish we could meet 'em," she said when Piper was done. "But that would prob'ly screw up all kinds of time-stuff, besides being pretty far out of our way, as far as I know."

She listened with at least equal attention to Professor Stein, grinning at his story of the helicopter. But she did indeed have more, and launched right in when prompted. "Trouble, sir." She tapped the metal feline's little head. "Yes, you. Where did he come from? And when did he come from? We met him with you before we knew about any of this, but Captain Piper knows him too. How's that, if he didn't come with the Broadsword? And, well, what exactly is he?"
 

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