Operation Bird Catcher p12
Silk thanked him, then led the three men into the docking bay, where they saw, for the first time, what they had come to get.
The small cruiser class vessel sat facing them, the brightly polished wings raised above the body. At one hundred eighty-seven meters in length, two hundred ninety-three meters in width, and ninety-four meters from the landing struts to the upper tip of the upward swept wings, she was half the size of the famous Enterprise. The fact that the ship was sitting on three landing thrusters, only added to the image of a bird frozen in the midst of a take-off.
There was a moment of silence, then a voice behind them inquired, "She's a beauty, isn't she?" Silk slowly turned and nodded, it was only the sergeant. "Don't blame you." The man said sagely, "Wish I were going with you."
Silk shook off the awe with a shake of his head, and then bowed his head respectively to the sergeant. "Thank you sergeant. Gentlemen, let's move."
Jarius, Chiako, and Martin saluted, then walked over to the hatch. As they passed the weapon's pod, Jarius commented, "They've switched to an RP-4."
Martin looked assuage at him, "What are you gibbering about?"
"The photon pod,” Jarius explained, pointing to the tube.
The engineer examined the tube, and then nodded in agreement, "Aye, that they have." In his eyes, the new second officer went up another five or ten points on his rating's scale. "You've a good eye."
"It comes from working on your own for five years in the triangle." Jarius stated matter-of-factually.
Martin looked over at an equally amazed Chiako, not even Silk had worked totally alone for five years. That, they came to realize, was the reason for his aloofness, his reason for not needing anybody.
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