FIRST CHAPTER PREVIOUS CHAPTER This product is a fanfic of the Sexy Space Babes/Between Worlds product of
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Imgr gallery of Comissioned and Fan Artworks I'm Back Bitches! Again! //////////
Junior Systems Engineer First Class Che’keero knelt before a semi-sparking control panel and sighed. She, and a large band of her fellow Engineers with Marine support, had boarded the pirate frigate with the singular goal of ensuring that the pirates didn’t scuttle their floating hulk and doom the slaves aboard to a, if they were lucky, a swift death in space.
The problem, of course, came with the pirate’s maintenance schedules and decisions to forgo certain…
safety measures when it came to repair.
Like the panel before her. Usually a perfectly functional control system for the reverse-magnetic bulkhead doors that ensured void seals in power outages, some pirate at some point in their dumb, dumb life decided to fix the panel blowing a fuse… by ripping the fuse out and replacing it with a high density power cable. Which meant the entire thing was one massive shock hazard and actively sparking as the reactors deep in the ship flickered and surged due to damage.
Che’keero swore as an arc of electricity flashed towards her face after a tool that
was not supposed to be magnetized, cheap dick WaDepth requisitions, caught a magnetic field, fusing the entire system shut and turning the formerly barely functional control system into nothing but pretty, decorative wiring and cheap solder. She punched the now utterly unfunctional control box and toggled on her radio. “Three-Two to Three-Lead, this door’s fried. You’ll need to bring in the cutters if we want to get to the rest of the ship. Might as well also bring in an inflatable airlock, I’m not liking how some of the metal strain sensors are flashing at me.”
A semi-synthetic voice replied back to Che’keero, “Three-Lead copies. I’ll be over there shortly with the stuff. Double check those sensors, I’m not getting the same readings, so let’s make sure something isn’t blocking errors from reaching me.”
“Copy that Three-Lead, Three-Two ou-” Something tapped against the back of her helmet and Junior Systems Engineer First Class Che’keero mentally swore.
“Now, now, lassie, how about you sit right there and don’t move.” A nasally, unfamiliar voice called out to her while tapping what a camera she set up to watch her back revealed to be a laser pistol to Che’keero’s helmet. “I think that you’re going to be our new best friend and way off this dead end ship.”
Che’keero paused, letting the situation settle in her mind, “Wait, what? Are… are you taking me hostage?”
“Yes!” The pirate replied.
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why are you taking me hostage? This won’t work, none of the shuttles are jump capable and if you try anything, you’ll just end up jumped by marines. They specifically train to deal with pirates taking their engineers hostage. If you want to survive, you should just surrender and take the penal colony when it’s offered.” Che’keero mentioned, shrugging and continuing her inspection of the door.
The pirate seemed baffled at the sheer
nonchalance of this response, the pistol slowly falling to merely point at her upper back instead of her head, “You… you really aren’t taking this seriously. I’m a pirate! I’ve killed people! I’ve killed
boys, and you’re just sitting there like this doesn’t mean anything!”
“I mean… I wouldn’t say that.” Che’keero replied.
“THEN WHAT DO YOU MEAN!” The pirate screamed, the pistol moving away from Che’keero’s body by a fraction of an inch during an angry gesture.
It was at that point, a ceramic alloyed, carbon steel blade punched clean through the back of the pirate’s suit, slicing through their central nervous system and striking with enough force to shatter the faceplate of said pirate’s helmet on the way out. Muscles twitching, the laser pistol fired off randomly, missing Che’keero and slagging a chunk of bulkhead.
“I’m just buying time,” Che’keero replied cheekily.
“You really need to remember to check your cameras,” The semi-synthetic voice of Ventures Forth Bravely Into Great Unknowns commented as the ex-pirate fell to the ground and blue blood dripped from the long blade sprouting from her right arm and a toolbox hanging from her left hand. “This isn’t the first time you have been flanked, and this one wasn’t during training.”
“Look, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” Che’keero replied a bit testily.
“I’m sorry…” Ventures Forth prodded.
“I’m sorry,
Ma’am.” “Much better. Right, now what do we see in this- yeah you were right on it being fried.” Ventures Forth gently shoved the Junior Systems Engineer aside and took her place at the control panel. “Do a sweep of the strain systems. I don’t want this section of the ship breaking apart. Feel free to call up our hull patches. We’ve got plenty to share and this might have to be a lifeboat.”
“Aye, ma’am aye,” Che’keero replied with a crisp salute before rushing off to her duty.
Deeper inside the ship, Ventures Forth could hear laser fire, clashing of metal on metal, and cries for help.
The pirate ship was doomed, it was shattered and broken, but it was not
destroyed. Not yet. \
And if she had her way, Ventures Forth Bravely Into Great Unknowns would
keep it that way. //////////
Roshal stood still as her steward continued to clean the dark blue and rapidly congealing blood off her armored form. “Comms,” She called out, “Do we have any contact with the shuttle we sent to the station?”
“Negative, ma’am.” The comm officer replied. She wasn’t the same one that was present when Roshal left to fend off the boarders. At the unspoken question, the woman continued “Communication’s Mate Second Class Lev’tal, ma’am. My superior got a concussion when the pirate ship rocked our ship during boarding. Strap snapped, prior damage. I took over.”
Roshal nodded approvingly, “Good initiative. Send a message to the station, see if we can’t rai-”
“Ma’am! Contact!” One of her sensor techs called out, “Belay that, two contacts. First contact, nav point 782 spinward, possible bogey, cruiser weight. Unknown movements. Second contact, nav point 102 coreward, aerospace assets inbound. Small flight. Hard to determine numbers due to damage. No less than two, no more than five.”
“Focus on getting a hard contact on that possible cruiser. Weapons, what is the status of our anti-aerospace.” Roshal demanded, holding her sword arm out for the steward to scrub at a particularly clotted chunk of blood splattered over her wrist.
The weapons officer shook her head, “If we’re lucky, then we’ve got 20% coverage on half our sides. If we’re
very lucky, I might be able to bump that number up to 35%. Not going to quote doctrine, but that’s not nearly enough to fend off a flight of Aerospace assets on a strike run, and that’s assuming they don’t hit us on an unprotected flank.”
Roshal nodded once more, “Sound
general quarters and get weapons and tactical back online. Tell the damage control parties to not be distracted and focus on critical systems first. Engine room, report. Can you give me maneuvering thrust?”
The nearby ship phone chimed in with a staticy hiss,
“Negative, ma’am. The shot we made with the spinal mount tripped breakers up and down the reactor room. This isn’t an engine problem, we need to make sure our reactor doesn’t blow up when we siphon power. Before you ask, emergency power is still flowing and none of their circuits tripped, but that means we’re down to life support, basic systems, and dockyard thrusters. It will take at least 20 to get the reactor in a safe state. If you want 10, send the chaplain down so we have someone praying for good luck. The fact most of our structural engineers are doing an EVA boarding to ensure the pirate ship next to us doesn’t go critical and render the entire exercise moot isn’t helping matters at all.” The engine room replied Roshal bit down a bit of annoyance at the snark, but engineers were always a finicky sort with authority. They were the first to remind uptight officers that while the Captain’s word may be iron law, it was
their work that truly moved the ship.
“Confirmed, engine room.” Roshal instead replied. “Chaplains will be arriving shortly. Do what you can and inform me when you’re three minutes out from full power.”
The engine room didn’t even bother replying, just sending over the affirmative light as they got to work. Roshal approved of that. Sometimes, you just had to insult someone in order to get it working right.
“Captain, we have confirmation on contact. He’s an Alliance Karcharidon class Heavy Cruiser on intercept course. Energy readings are spiking… they’re charging their guns, ma’am!”
“Issue a hostile challenge and give me a firing solution with any gun still functional.”
“No response, ma’am. Hostile Karcharidon is increasing speed. Hard contact in 15 minutes.”
Roshal snarled, emotion breaking through her mask. “Of course, the pirates had one more vessel. Helm, fire our maneuvering thrusters, use the pirate hulk as cover. Weapons, get whoever’s left of our Interceptor flight to engage the enemy. Comms, get me in contact with the merchant fleet, tell them to evacuate. We’ll provide cover.”
“Aye ma’am.” The Communications Mate Second Class said with a shiver in her voice. “Sending-”
“Update on Aerospace assets!” Her sensor tech called out.
“Deliver!” Roshal demanded, cutting off the comms officer with a slice of her hand.
“Weapons fire. Definitely less than four contacts. Seems to be two grou- negative, only two contacts remaining- weaponsfire- one contac- IFF received, oh goddesses, IT’S RUNOFF THREE! FRIENDLY AEROSPACE INBOUND!”
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Milk gripped her crash harness hard as Cookie slammed the Interceptor’s fusion torch clean past its safe thrust marker and into the red as g forces crushed her chest. “Last target down.” She reported after Cookie’s final laser burst hit something critical inside the final Aerospace fighter’s frame. “That’s 20 for 20. All enemy bogeys down. All standard munitions are in the black. Static drive is 48%, dump core ejected. All we’ve got left is our ASM and front laser.”
Cookie flashed back an affirmative signal.
“We going for that cruiser?”
Another affirmative.
“Well, I’m braced and ready on the release. Ready.”
“Ready.” Cookie spoke, his voice horse.
It’s funny what people think when their lives are on the line. Because charging towards a fresh enemy Heavy Cruiser, nothing but a single anti-shipping missile worth a damn, no allied support but the faint glimmer in IFF screens of their fellow flight doing the same… all Aoibhinn McDermott could think of was a poem she had read at least a decade ago or more at the Naval Academy.
Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the Valley of Death Rode the six hundred. //////////
Ventures Forth Bravely Into Great Unknowns could do nothing but furiously swear as the basic sensor system her engineering team had restored on the thoroughly ventilated secondary command bridge of the pirate hulk revealed an enemy Heavy Cruiser bearing down upon their homeship.
“Weapons are trashed. We cored their reactor, anyway.” One of the tangential engineers reported, “Other teams are calling in. Things are worse where they are. We’ve found the slaves, though, luckily it was one of the few airtight bays. Also, have some more captives, but that really doesn’t matter right now.”
“No shit.” Ventures Forth replied, “Can we do
anything?” The engineer looked back to her, visor depolarizing so the Gearschilde can look into the black and yellow eyes of her Shil coworker.
“Pray.” The woman replied simply.
Ventures Forth Bravely Into Great Unknowns did just that.
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Low chanting filled the engine bay as a small group of priests stood around the engine praying to whichever god that would listen to allow them one more shot. One more fight.
Around them, black handed engineers scurried, ripping out blown fuses and replacing them with soldered in high strength wire. A final measure of desperation. Sparks flew as engineers swore and chaplains prayed, power still remaining in circuits needing to be bled out before bypasses could be installed, turning every bit of solder and every ripped out fuse into a deadly gamble.
Already, someone was lying on the ground, no longer twitching.
They didn’t have time to check on their fallen comrade, the work was too important.
A clock ticked down. Four minutes elapsed.
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Lieutenant Commander Cenywyn swore as she watched Runoff 2 die.
Their single Interceptor had mistimed a maneuver and had been caught dead in the middle of an Anti-Aerospace array, shredded in an instant. The only consolation she could take was that, seeing as the first shot went clean through the cockpit, they didn’t even notice they died.
“Runoff 4, stay in formation.” She ordered over the radio, “We’ll lead you in for the run.”
“Yes ma’am.” The hesitant voice of Junior Flight Lieutenant Griogill replied. She swallowed, “We’re- we’re ready when you are.”
“No fear, Lieutenant,” Cenywyn called back to the
child she was leading to her death. “We’re pilots in the Imperial Patrol. We do our duty. No fear.”
A clock ticked down. Six minutes elapsed.
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“Talk to me!” The last remaining senior engineer in the reactor bay called out to anyone who was able to reply.
Someone, she didn’t even bother looking to see who, called back “We’ve bypassed 60% of the fuses. Should be able to give ourselves a burst of combat power. No more than 10 minutes of it before the entire system overheats and we either die, or the reactor shuts off.”
“Any chance we can get more than 10 minutes?”
“Not before that Heavy Cruiser delivers us straight to the stars.”
“Fuck it, good enough.” She slammed her fist on the ship phone’s dialing button resting near the console the engineer had just ripped the last safety override out of. “Captain. We’ve got your power. You give us the word, and we’ll give you ten minutes.”
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Roshal breathed in, breathed out, and nodded. 10 minutes of combat power before the entire ship shut down into uselessness. She’d done more with less. She couldn’t remember when, but she had. Luckily, this was a Patrol Carrier instead of a standard ship, so it was more than capable of combat maneuvers with nothing but RCS thrusters. That should give her some time.
Movement, movement was going to be the key.
“Comms, tell the engineering crews on the hulk that they are ordered to figure out
anything that could draw the attention of the Heavy Cruiser,” She began, “Systems, break our mooring lines. We’re going to have to split from the hulk. Helm, prepare for maneuvers. RCS only. We are going to have to do this carefully. Engineroom, prepare for power activation, but hold until my command.”
This needs to be perfect, Roshal thought,
A single mistimed action ruins it all. A clock ticked down. Ten minutes elapsed. The Karcharidon had entered maximum weapon’s range.
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He of Slender Tail shivered where he stood. The secondary command bridge was silent as Roshal began giving orders to
fight. This was… this was insane.
They were in a ruined ship with nothing but a merchant fleet beginning to flee and a three thirds dead pirate hulk on their side against a fresh Karcharidon class Heavy Cruiser.
They couldn’t win.
This was suicide.
They would die here.
\ So why didn’t He of Slender Tail feel afraid?
He stood at his post, a secondary bridge console where he would relay orders to other departments, freeing up the other Watchkeeper to collate those orders, there was nothing he could do to help win this impossible battle, and yet…
And yet he felt
heat blossoming inside his chest with every single order delivered.
“Mooring teamsss, you are to cut your linesss immediately.” He relayed to a crew of Shil scurrying around the ruined bulkheads, “Damage control, prepare for electrical firesss and arcsss.” He commanded, switching between teams instantly.
He didn’t feel fear. He could see his Watchkeeper shiver every time the sensors reported the enemy contact was still closing, but he didn’t feel the same.
What he felt… was
indignation. How
dare this pirate scum threaten his vessel, his crew. How
dare they ambush this valiant ship after they had fought so hard to win. How
dare they. He let his fangs fold out as he spat the next order, “Anti-Aerossspace teamsss, prepare your batteriesss for grouped fire. Gunnery calculationsss are on their way.”
How dare they stand up to him. A clock ticked down. 12 minutes elapsed. Weapons fire.
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Roshal swayed slightly as she could feel the ship beneath her feet move. Movement is life in naval warfare, movement is death. “Right RCS fire, bring us clear of the hulk. Bow thrusters, up twenty.”
“Aye, ma’am, aye, right standard and bow up twenty.” The Helmswoman replied.
“Confirmed. Next maneuver, give us rear thrust-”
“Torpedo!” The sensor operator called out in a shrill voice, “Two marks on intercept course! Range, twelve K and closing fast!”
“Decorum!” Roshal snapped at the panicking sensor technician. “Comms, order Runoff flight to divert and intercept those torpedoes. Rear RCS to full, give us momentum.”
Roshal turned away from the bridge as affirmations were shouted, and the ship began to move, “Engineering, prepare to activate combat power on my mark and prepare for hard maneuvers. Mark in five.”
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Griogill swallowed bile and tried not to feel too thankful that the enemy vessel had fired torpedoes at their home ship. Being diverted from an attack run had a much higher chance of survival than striking through an AA bubble.
“Runoff 4 engaging far torpedo. Moving in for intercept. Bre’kas, give me lock.”
Griogill’s backseater muttered something, and a target lock appeared on the far torpedo as Runoff 1, their previous Drill Sergeants, dashed by in a hard burn and blazed away at their own target.
“Right. We can do this. We can do this. No fear.” The rookie muttered as the sight of her friends in Runoff 3 being turned to vapor echoed in her mind. “I can do this.”
The target locked. She fired. The torpedo detonated.
A clock ticked down.
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“Mark in four.”
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The Heavy Cruiser loomed closer as the comparatively tiny Patrol Carrier spat its defiance in the form of two Interceptors dancing between the stars.
As a pair of torpedoes detonated, four more were launched, the anti-shipping weapons built for this specific purpose. Destroying disabled vessels.
And so the last two remaining Interceptors on CAP dove into the fray, risking themselves against an ever approaching AA bubble in order to save their ship.
A clock ticked down.
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“Mark in three.”
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All Cookie could do was stare and push his meager aerospace fighter further on its nuclear thrusters as shimmering dots of torpedoes lanced out from the Heavy Cruiser attacking his new home.
He pushed his hand forward and felt the throttle once more push back against him, the lever pushed all the way past safe thrust and into the further setting on his console.
The Interceptor was fast. It didn’t feel fast enough.
And so he spoke the words he spoke once before, back when he’d had to listen to his backseater’s screams of pain and the rush of wind after shrapnel pierced his fuselage, and the hospital was so,
so far away.
Father, I pray that you will not hide your face from me. Whenever I pray, Lord please hear me and answer me speedily in Jesus' name. God, I pray that you will grant me speed through your help. A clock ticked down.
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“Mark in two.”
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The Heavy Cruiser shifted, engine flaring and it began to close the range. A single disabled ship on emergency RCS thrusters and a pair of Aerospace fighters was nothing it would have to deal with.
It fired a third spread of torpedoes.
A clock ticked down.
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They took the bait. Roshal thought with a vicious grin.
“Mark in one.” She paused, “Execute.”
In an instant, power flowed through the ship, emergency lights flickered off as the burning red boarding lights returned their fiery glow. The entire ship
shook as the main thruster came back online, and capacitors began to charge for maneuvers.
“Hard burn, full thrusters, right, on my mark.” Roshal watched as the Heavy Cruiser began to react to her movements, the enemy ship was alive, you needed to roll to broadsides to begin bombardment, come on come on…
Roshal watched as a torpedo flickered out of existence, Runoff 4 gaining another kill.
Come on, dammit, you don’t get put in charge of a Heavy Cruiser without- THERE! The Heavy Cruiser flinched, turning her bow away from the no longer stricken vessel, preparing for broadside.
The Captain’s grin showed more teeth than smile. “Execute! Full right thrust!”
“Full right thrust! Aye ma’am aye!” Her helmswoman called out as maneuvering thrusters dead cold roared to life and physically
threw the vessel to the side, causing everyone not strapped in on the bridge to rock as a barrage of fire flew past their former location, manual targeting systems in play since the automatic systems would still be getting warmed up.
“Full thrust forward, prepare to divert all power to secondary weapons. Weapons, give me a firing solution.” Roshal commanded, hand raised and pointed at the enemy’s display as if she were commanding from a tall ship.
A chant of “Aye ma’am aye” flowed out across the bridge as the weaponsmistress was silent before calling out. “Port side is up to 45% secondary fires and 32% point defense. That’ll be our best bet.”
Roshal nodded. “Make it so. Target their main weapons. Helm, get us that facing.”
“Ma’am. We’re getting a call from Runoff 3. They are entering the AO and are asking for a target.”
Roshal smiled, “Weapons, shift target. Aim for the anti-aerospace systems. Let’s give Runoff 3 the opening they need.”
A clock ticked down.
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“Cookie, we’ve got a targeting path.” Milk called forward. “Putting it up on your HUD.”
“One second… I’ve got it. Moving to comply. Did the Captain give us a plan?” her front seater replied, causing her stomach to do funny things as the Aerospace Fighter maneuvered while under high thrust.
“Something like that. She asked for a munitions report and specifically about our anti-shipping weapon.”
Cookie paused.
“Ah.” He finally said.
“Yeah.” She replied.
“Well, let’s hope they’re able to open us up to a window of opportunity. Or this will be a short charge.”
“Not our place to question why.”
“Just our place to do and die.”
Time to target… three minutes.
Into the valley of Death, rode the six hundred. A clock ticked down.
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Two vessels, three Aerospace fighters, one chance.
Six minutes of power remained. All actors took their places on the stage.
One hundred kilometers, close enough to check the weld quality of hull seams, the two ships danced across from each other. Maneuvering.
Five minutes of power remained.
The Karcharidon Heavy Cruiser rolled itself trying to keep the vulnerable top deck away from the Patrol Carrier’s presumably still working main gun as Roshal’s vessel jumped to the side. Thrusters roared.
Four minutes of power remained.
Runoff 1 and 4 shot towards their formerly separated comrade, forming up behind them in a wedge. The trio climbed towards the sun as their captain continued to chase and harass the Karcharidon.
Three minutes of power remained.
Roshal spoke. The lances of her vessel fired. Laser blasts carved across the hull of the enemy ship as it rolled.
The rolling ceased. A helmswoman swore as a full broadside caught the Patrol Carrier in the flank. The port hangar pod was ruined, armor shattered and all inside exposed to hard vacuum. Those who could scream died the fastest. The Interceptors had their opening.
Two minutes of power remained.
Silent wings swept through vacuum as three Interceptors began their dive, their formerly speedy arrowhead shape giving way to an inverted t as their wings swept out for stability, the ASF dove and dove and dove.
Five Kilometers away.
The range was too wide. They had one shot. It had to be perfect.
One minute of power remained.
The
Into Harm’s Way spat its defiance into the world, limited power drained to give her pilots a seconds more of time.
30 seconds of power remained.
Three Kilometers.
Hard Lock! Milk shouted from the back seat of Runoff 3. Cookie was silent. The range was still too wide.
15 seconds of power remained.
Two Kilometers.
The Karcharidon seemingly began to roll before the Patrol Carrier once more fired, its last remaining weapons spouting their defiance against the world. Deep in engineering, systems began to blow, wires that replaced fuses sparked power and delicate circuit boards shorted out into useless scrap.
The lights went out.
No power remained.
Roshal, in her head, began to count down as lances of light began to sweep across her ship. Damage control did what they could, but the beams began to cut like an overly enthusiastic shipbreaker.
Five.
One Kilometer.
Four.
Cookie’s thumb depressed the firing stud as the Interceptor screamed at him.
Three.
The ASF launched its deadly payload.
Two.
Three Interceptors pulled back
hard on their sticks to avoid colliding with the deck.
One.
The thruster of the anti-shipping missile roared as it rocketed the point blank aerospace distance to target.
Impact.
The armor piercing tip of the missile punched into the upper deck plating of the Heavy Cruiser, classified alloys allowing it to pierce into the armored plating just enough to allow the shaped charge to open up a hole as momentum kept the weapon moving.
Within the frame of a single second, the warhead of the missile had entered the ship and, before the alarms even had time to sound, detonated.
A new sun appeared in the void for a split second as a plasma-fusion warhead detonated inside the Karcharidon heavy cruiser’s hull.
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Roshal allowed herself to breathe a sigh of relief inside her head as the emergency power lights flickered overhead and the gravity ever so slightly lightened. What was left of their sensor arrays showed the enemy vessel powering down. “Engineering. Good work, your 10 minutes were just what she needed.” She called out, picking up the ship phone.
There was no answer from engineering.
She signed externally before pointing at one of the marines guarding the bridge, “Find a crewmate in a void suit. I have need of runners.” The marine clasped a fist to her chest before leaving to execute her captain’s commands. “Comms, do we have any contact with the engineering teams on the pirate hulk?”
The Comms officer held up a hand, Roshal waited, “No, ma’am. We aren’t getting- wait. We’ve got visual on flashing lights from the hull. Apparently, something shorted, so they’re having to rebuild broadcast arrays. They can receive just fine, though.”
“Good, once we can maneuver, bring us broadside of them. What’s the status of the merchant fleet?”
Navigation spoke up now, “Still heading for the Jump Point. Should we send the recall order?”
“Not yet, we are still unsure if the area is safe. If we have any sensors remaining, begin sca-”
The mentioned sensor technician interrupted Captain Roshal, “Ma’am, new contact, signature unknown. Just jumped in from outside the starlane!”
“Give me details. Course, range, and speed?” She demanded.
“Signal confused, can’t get a lock!” Navigation called out, “Can’t tell if confusion’s from them or us.”
Not another one… Roshal sighed, “All forces prepa-”
“Ma’am, we’re being hailed.” Communications called out.
“On squawk.”
“This is Captain Al’yosha Cal’rada of Her Imperial Majesty’s Ship
Spear of the Knyaginya, responding to Merchant vessel distress calls. Imperial Patrol Carrier, are you in need of assistance at this time?”
Roshal recognized the voice. A junior officer from her days in the Navy and a fellow Sevastutavan. The memory of the fresh faced girl when she’d joined her as an Ensign straight of the Naval Academy flashed before her eyes. “Captain Cal’rada. Your timing is impeccable as always.”
“
Admiral?” Roshal could hear the shock in her old protege’s voice.
“That’s
Captain, now, Al’yosha. I require your aid in ensuring the disabled vessel still glowing from an ASM strike remains disabled along with Search and Rescue teams for our sister Carrier.
“Whatever you want, you’ll have it,
Admiral_… Helm! All ahead flank and plot course to intercept. Launch gunships and prepare to deploy Bluejackets. We’ll test our _Orcas’ teeth today!”
The line cut out a moment later than it should have, and Roshal nodded in approval.
“Captain, I still don’t have a read on new contact. What is it?” Sensors asked.
“A Drep’na inspired vision, come to life.” Roshal watched, feeling an odd sort of parental pride as Al’yosha’s experimental warship began closing the distance towards the Karcharidon at breakneck speeds. “A swift sailing vessel and ten carriage guns…” Roshal murmured the line from an old Vaasconian poem from the ancient Age of Sail. She had heard Cal’rada had succeeded in petitioning the Navy to build her dream-ship, burning every favor and passing out favors to any and everyone to see the program through. Now, there she was, standing on the bridge bearing down on a ship twice her size, but if the rumors were true, only half her guns.
“Ma’am, contact is still not resolving, but IFF confirms Imperial Navy designation. An
Akula Class Attack Transport. I’ve… I’ve never even heard of this class.”
“Perhaps we shall hear of them more in the future. Fortune favors the active.”
“Contact is disgorging multiple signals, moving at speeds consistent with aerospace assets.”
“That is our signal we may disengage. Comms, inform the merchant fleet that the area is secure and to begin refueling procedures. Helm, get us alongside the pirate hulk, we have people to recover. Marine, get me a runner to the MP’s, we shall need the port hangar prepared for an old tradition the Navy has regarding pirate prisoners…” Roshal commanded. The fight was over, it was time to begin the cleanup.
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So… that took a while. Sorry about that.
Turns out when a combination of writer’s block, decision paralysis and
LIFE hits you over the head, it becomes a touch difficult to get your shit together long enough to write something down.
On the plus side, we are out of the “unplanned bits” and right back into the parts I have brainstormed, so I won’t be staring at a screen trying to think how to make things connect as much anymore. On the other hand, that means we are now entering the epilogue of book 1 of Top Lasgun.
Don’t worry, the story isn’t ending, I’ve got “three” books plotted out in my head, so we’ll see how that shakes out, but for the most part, this is where I start wrapping up plot threads, laying down threads for what comes next, and all that other good stuff.
So yeah, next chapter is going to involve everyone wrapping up what happened here, some fun little Military Justice, and potentially a bunch of plot. Also, I’m planning on starting a “rewrite”/edited version of this to go up on AO3, so keep an eye out for that. Early installment weirdness is a bitch and I’m not proud of what the older stuff looked like.
Well, I hope you have a wonderful morning, afternoon or evening whenever you read this and I will see you next chapter.
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Q4 2023 - highest dollar growth in screening in history. Sequential decrease in Cologuard screening revenue due to normal Q1 seasonal weakness. Despite sequential screening revenue decline, screening revenue still increased 7% YOY, and management confident in achieving 2nd Quarter and 2nd Half Guide revenue guides.
Cologuard will have steady predictable growth based upon # of sales calls to primary care physicians and increasing Health System Orders.
New Cologuard business opportunity starting last year - screening in Medicare Advantage population and gap closure programs in large health systems.
CEO Kevin Conroy: "We are confident in our ability to meet our 2nd quarter and 2nd half sales guidance." Q1 2024 was in-line with expectations. Q1 of 2023 was an anomaly.
Sales and Marketing Spend - Spent about $800 million in sales and marketing in 2023 (sales force a relatively small component of this, sales force being brought back to levels of 2022) - High ROI from investment in additional sales people.
Last 5 quarters added 50,000 new primary care providers - docs, pa’s and nurses
As docs order more, amount of orders increases. As sales calls increase in frequency, pcp’s order more.
Calling on a doc once per quarter will result on average in six orders. Calling on a doc six times per quarter will result on average in 24 order. Sales reps provide pcp's tools, education, motivation to increase colon cancer screening numbers.
Priorities for CFO - Maintain Growth Engine not only of CG and Oncotype, but also new product pipeline - Flywheel of innovation needs to keep spinning. Will expand over 300 basis points of leverage in 2024. Increasing leverage in G&A going forward. Clear and credible pathway to adjusted ebitda margins of 20% in 2027
CFO Aaron Bloomer: Exact Sciences will show FCF growth and positive FCF delivery for each of the next three quarters in 2024. 17% CG growth embedded in 15% CAGR through 2027. (Compound Annual Growth Rate)
Impressive CAGR over the past few years. Seeing increasing opportunities to enhance the use of Cologuard as a frontline screening tool.
Over a billion dollars invested in EXACT NEXUS - Electronic Ordering, Result Delivery, Prior Authorization, Reimbursement embedded into physician's EPIC electronic record. Huge amount of customer satisfaction - makes using Cologuard easy.
Long arduous process of including Cologuard into the Quality Measures (2-3 years from being included in USPSTF guidelines), which can help health systems and plans increase their star rating in order to get quality bonuses, which is a key to their success.
130,000 new cases/year, 50,000 deaths/year from Colon Cancer, with 60 million people in U.S. not current with CRC screening guidelines.
Colonoscopy capacity in US is 12,000,000. Half screening, half diagnostic. Cologuard is helping health system and GI’s getting more people screened.
Re-screening now mid 20's as a % of revenue - aiming for 50%
Because of Covid, for two years in a row, only 1.2 million people have been eligible for re-screens. This year 1.6 million eligible for re-screen, and that number will increase annually. Also, 20 million new prospective customers in the 45-49 age group - want them to be happy customers for next 30 years. The 45-49 age group rescreens are starting to kick off this year (USPSTF guideline to include that age group updated in 2021).
Cologuard Plus - 10 Years of R&D and Clinical Trials - Improved False Positive Rate, Cancer Detection, Advanced Adenoma Detection. Improvement on all levels, and Cologuard 3.0 already in development.
Looking for a modest price increase for Cologuard Plus rolling in over a couple years period of time. Because false positives are lower - 30% fewer false positives - more people will stay in Cologuard Testing Family
Cologuard Plus also benefits from 5-7% Lower COGs = margin expansion.
20th Anniversary for Oncotype in US. 1 billion cumulative investment in Oncotype infrastructure. Quality of Science and Clinical Evidence behind it is unmatched. Company is deeply rooted in being patient and customer-centric.
Question to Brian Baranick, General Manager of Precision Oncology - How are you gonna catch up in MRD?
With respect to MRD, have never seen such a fast developing market - real clinical unmet need - enthusiasm among patients and physicians - excited to be apart of this market. Exact Sciences will catch up in MRD due to the following:
1) World class commercial capabilities - precision oncology reps are experienced, know physicians/territories, how to sell and how to get access to leverage these relationships to launch CRC MRD next year.
2) Exact Sciences' Nexus Platform - IT infrastructure to help providers save time obtaining prior use authorizations. This billion dollar company investment will allow providers to obtain prior use authorizations and order MRD tests more quickly and easily.
3) Better Performing Product -
Partnering with West German Study Group and
NSABP (National Surgical Adjuvant Breast and Bower Project) To build out evidence around MRD tests - Goal is for Exact Sciences' MRD tests to have best in Class Evidence. Exact Sciences' MRD tests measure more mutations in blood than some of the first mover companies in space, and will have best in class evidence. Investors will hear more about performance of MRD assays and evidence in the back half of this year.
Blood-based screening assets - crowded marketplace - Use case for Cologuard Blood will be limited.
Great idea in concept - Bert Vogelstein is a pre-eminent researcher in the field and wrote a 2005 paper on the subject of CRC screening blood test. He concluded that detecting circulating tumor dna from precancerous lesions/polyps is impossible - you can’t find what’s not there. According to Kevin Conroy, if you’re not finding pre-cancer, you don’t have a true screening test.
The real power of colon cancer screening is finding and removing pre-cancerous polyps which may result in Stage 1 disease - that is the goal. As a result, it is highly unlikely that blood tests to screen for CRC will end up in the USPSTF guidelines and quality measures b/c they are unable to detect precancer. CRC screening blood test will end up being more of a niche market. Commercial payers will not be too excited to pay for something which is not in the quality measures. Probably won’t find out if blood CRC screening will be in the quality measures until 2028-29 (After likely USPSTF in 2027). Howver, fee for service medicare advantage has agreed to pay for blood based crc. USPSTF meets every 5-8 years on CRC screening (August, 2014 - May, 2021). Predict next Meeting in 2027. This cycle think 6 years until USPSTF and then quality measures 2-3 years later
Management expects two or three blood tests to be approved by the FDA, including Cologuard Blood. Don't believe blood tests will ultimately be a big overhand for investors as Cologuard will still grow market share even with other FDA approved CRC blood tests as it is the most effective CRC screening test. GI societies recently weighed in - not recommending blood tests for frontline CRC screening. The growth of Cologuard over the coming years will be what excites investors, not CRC blood test.
Question to CFO Aaron Bloomer: What is most underappreciated or misunderstood about the company?
CFO is excited about pipeline. The company has spent many years developing these pipeline products, a number or which are slated to launch over the next few years. Don’t think investors appreciate the impact these pipeline products will have on patients, on revenue and the Company's growth profile, as well as on margins.
Excited about mid-teens growth in Cologuard and along with MRD and other new products coming online in the next few years which will provide both the Company with both leverage and diversification.
So I work the fragrance section in a well known Australian Store and I am sick and tired of people 'sampling' the wares. They will open a plastic sealed box just to 'test' it the leave it on the shelf, used and open. I seriously had a box opened and 'tested' then left right beside the actual fucking tester of the same perfume. Would you buy something someone else opened and used? The absolute worst is Body Mists. Everyone sprays them to see what it smells/ looks like if it has glitter in it and then leaves it there. Then 20...then 30 then more people do this. That leaves the product 1/3 empty and still on the shelf for sale because it was NOT a tester just people decided to use it anyway. Then wonder why we keep the more expensive ones in the cabinets with a key lock. Why would someone think it's acceptable to use a non tester item then expect someone else to buy it. Would you? I have had to take items off the shelf because people have 'tested' them so much they're half empty. We have to write things off as stolen every day because people just take things or open things and don't care to ask. We have testers for most of those in the cupboards because people let themselves have the five fingered discount and it's the only way to keep them. I put out a tester in the open area for one perfume and it was stolen not even 2 days later. I get that some perfumes are expensive. Save up. Buy it on sale. I don't care. Just stop stealing from my store. Monday I had 6 empty boxes found throughout the store for stolen perfumes. Rant over. Stop being dicks people.
Basically what the title says.
Been intrigued in doing an at home allergy test on my dog, he's generally fine, but would be interesting to see if there was something that low key bothers him that I don't know about.
Heard that they could be a bit of a gimmick where the dog ends up being allergic to everything.
Scam or useful?
Edit- Species: dog Age: 2 Sex: male neutered Breed: cockapoo Body weight: 10kg History: ear infections Clinical signs: itchy skin Duration: N/A Location: UK
I'm trying to understand the results of my cats first blood test indicating CKD. I've just seen proteinuria should be checked for before deciding on treatment and I can't tell if that was checked for in the test. Is anyone able to let me know please?
Or any other advice for going forward.
Her results are:
urinalysis results: Laboratory: Type: Test: Results: Leuk- 3+ Nitrate- 5 Protein- 1+ Glucose- norm Ketones- neg Urobilinogen- norm Biliruben- neg Blood- 4+ SG- 1.018 Gross appearance - pale yellow, floating debris - appears to be fabric/lint Sediment: Wet prep - no crystals, no cells, lots of debris Stained slide - no bacteria, no blood cells.
Her bloods: Glucose a 1.9 3.2 - 7.5 mmol/L L IDEXX SDMA b 18 0 - 14 µg/dL H Creatinine 220 80 - 200 µmol/L H Urea 16.8 5.0 - 15.0 mmol/L H Phosphorus 1.8 1.0 - 2.3 mmol/L Calcium 2.7 2.1 - 2.8 mmol/L Sodium 156 144 - 158 mmol/L Potassium 5.2 3.7 - 5.4 mmol/L Calcium: Phosphorus Ratio 1.5 1.1 - 2.3 Na: K Ratio 30.0 29.0 - 40.0 Chloride 119 106 - 123 mmol/L Bicarbonate 14 12 - 24 mmol/L Anion Gap 28.2 15.0 - 31.0 mmol/L Total Protein 76 60 - 84 g/L Albumin 35 25 - 38 g/L Globulin 41 31 - 52 g/L Albumin: Globulin Ratio 0.9 0.5 - 1.1 ALT 88 19 - 100 U/L AST 60 2 - 62 U/L ALP 28 5 - 50 U/L GGT 0 0 - 5 U/L Bilirubin - Total 1 0 - 7 µmol/L Cholesterol 7.1 2.2 - 5.5 mmol/L H Creatine Kinase 468 64 - 400 U/L H Haemolysis Moderate haemolysis Index c Lipaemia Index Nil lipaemia
RBC 9.9 4.9 - 10.0 x1012/L Haematocrit 0.46 0.25 - 0.48 L/L Haemoglobin 130 77 - 156 g/L MCV 46 43 - 55 fL MCH 13 13 - 17 pg MCHC 283 282 - 333 g/L % Reticulocytes 0.1 0.0 - 0.4 % Reticulocytes 10 3 - 50 K/µL Reticulocyte Haemoglobin 13.7 13.2 - 20.8 pg WBC 8.2 5.5 - 19.0 x109/L % Neutrophils 59.7 % % Lymphocytes 31.1 % % Monocytes 4.1 % % Eosinophils 5.0 % % Basophils 0.1 % Neutrophils 4.9 2.0 - 13.0 x109/L Lymphocytes 2.6 0.9 - 7.0 x109/L Monocytes 0.3 0.0 - 0.6 x109/L Eosinophils 0.4 0.0 - 1.0 x109/L Basophils 0.0 0.0 - 0.1 x109/L Platelets 302 300 - 800 x109/L
The lab notes on the blood results said the the haemolysis that happened during the collection might have affected the results of several of the key categories so does that mean I should wait for the second blood test to consider her to have CDK? (She's over twelve and 2.5 kg and I'm worried about starting her on prescription renal food too soon if it may effect her negatively rather than benefit).The vet said her blood glucose results can be dismissed as it was due to too little blood being in the vial during the test but one of her main symptoms is peeing on the floor lately so should I still be worried about diabetes being a possibility and have that retested or would the urinalysis still have caught that?
We'll be redoing some of the tests next week and attempting a blood pressure test which they could not do last time because she was too stressed. Should I be asking for further diagnosis such as imaging to try and find any underlying cause that may be treatable?
(Also, could her having been on kitten food which I didn't realise was higher phosphorous and Urinary Care dry food have caused the diluted urine and higher BUN?)
Hi guys this is my first time writing a post! I am very happy since I just got my TestDaf paper based results and I had TDN 5 in reading, and then TDN 4 in writing, hearing and speaking. I have started learning german one year ago maybe 1 year and 2 months idk exactly. I am actually quite shocked because i didn't feel that I would pass the exam so i joined the next exam 2 months later. I treated this first one not so seriously but it was good in the end.
My routine was all over the place tbh. I would have private 1 on 1 tutoring with my german teacher for 1.5-2 hours per week where for the first months we did the A1 book idk how its called and she also taught me grammar and then we started to work on essays and exams models. I would write like 1 or max 2 essays per week and my teacher would review them.
One of the things that helped me very much was listening and watching german videos. I would average 1.5-2 hours per day and i watched mostly documentaries from art.de visualekonomik and visualpolitik, economics explained in German, breaking lab, mrwissen2go etc. I actually enjoyed those videos and they helped me get familiar with the vocabulary in testdaf since its more science based.
The exam itself was quite stressful. We did reading, hearing, writing and then talking with about 10-20 minutes pause in between sections. The reading part was ok, but the first exercise was actually the hardest for me even though it is TDN 3, the rest 2 exercises were relatively easy. I was pretty confident in reading since it was my strongest point.
I found The Hearing part not so complicated. Even if i didn't fully understand everything and didn't have time to complete the key words in the 1 and 3 exercise but the topic wasn't so difficult( the third exercise was something about car transportation)
Then came the writing part....oh jeez.. one of my most hated parts along with speaking. The topic was about apps like Airbnb and how rentals affect cities and rents and if they should be banned. I was going pretty good writing about the graphs then suddenly i heard 20 minutes left... I quickly finished the part of graphs and moved on the part of discussion but i just didn't have time to go in detail so i just mentioned iteas without really backing them with points. After the writing part i felt so crushed since i thought I would fail the exam and that i would not even get TDN 3.
Then came the speaking part. The part where i was the most anxious. I am pretty introverted and so i dont like to speak so much and also I didn't practice very much. I responded to the 7 exercises without going into much details and i also had moments where i would stop talking trying to remember words.
After the exam i felt pretty bad and i was thinking that I would not get even get TDN 3 but thankfully i was wrong.
So in conclusion i would recommend to everyone who tries to take the exam to work more on writing and speaking if they are insecure in those areas and also to try to get used to doing the task in the limited time.