Gina’s mind was reeling from what Jack had told her. What he suggested was insane, of that she was convinced. There were six able-bodied people on the War Angel. Six. What he wanted to do needed a platoon of the EAD’s best soldiers at minimum.
Yet… the question he asked her was one that didn’t easily leave her thoughts. “Why not?” he shrugged.
Why not, indeed?
She continued reading the material he had brought up on the main screen in the bridge. He had asked her to review every bit of data possible on the Omegans’ B-class warships, and to try and determine any weaknesses. She had, rightly, told him that they had surely taken the time to improve those ships over the last few decades, but it hadn’t seemed to worry him.
“Of course they have. Just look at how we’ve improved this old bucket,” he said, patting the hull gently. “But, we didn’t do any restructuring of the insides- just the shields and propulsion. Kinda wish we’d found someone that had been working on a weapons project, thinking about it… anyway, the odds are that the Omegans haven’t done much in the way of changing the B’s basic guts, and that’s what concerns me right now.”
Gina felt a headache coming on. “What does the idiot think, that we’re just going to land on it and walk right in like invited guests?” Her spine suddenly seized. “Oh, hell no. No, that can’t possibly be it.”
Her attention returned to the sketchy-looking blueprints from the computer archives. The going was slow. “Oh, look- they have a dining area. Yay. Wake me when I find the toilet.” Yet as she went along, she found herself admiring the design of the craft. It was simple, basic, direct in how it was put together. The crew quarters were near the launch deck, making it easy for the pilots to reach their crafts quickly. The bridge area was the most fortified; it would take a hit from the RGC to do any serious damage to thebridge from the outside. The B’s engines were spread around the axis of the ship, preventing any single shot from damaging more than one of the four and allowing for easy navigation compensation. And the ship didn’t have a central computer core from what she could tell. Rather than risk a crippling blow taking out too many necessary systems at once, the B’s functions were spread out across the ship.
The plans continued scrolling across the screen for a moment, and then suddenly Gina jumped out of her chair. “That’s it!” she yelled. She dropped back down and moved backwards through the blueprints. The young woman moved her fingers across the screen slowly, tracing a path to what she was looking for. She studied it carefully, taking her time, and then she finally began to allow herself to smile. This was definitely the weakness they were looking for, she thought. And it might just be enough to allow this insane plan of Jack’s to work.
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