Lost Empire

Chapter 40

0001 - Tempro

0003 - Conner

0097 - Ace

0098 - Lucy

0101 - Shelby (mother ship)

0125 - Lars

0200 - Ellen

0301 - Rodrick

0403 - Johnathon

0667 - Marco

0778 - Jan

0798 - Celeste

0908 - Tara

0999 - Zan

1000 - Sherry

Trianas Macley cursed again as several systems were still offline on her ship. Adjusting several pieces of equipment she cursed again when almost all the same systems failed to respond. "Computer is the damage to the affected systems permanent?" Trianas yelled to get over several system alarms that were going off.

"At present all power systems are at half power. Suggest landing and repair cycle to bring all systems back to one hundred percent." Her A.I. responded.

"That isn't possible you smart ass piece of shit!" Trianas yelled. "Turn those annoying alarms off!"

"Compliance," the A.I. said as it was suddenly quiet in the small craft.

"Computer query, of those thirty systems can any of the vital systems that are affected be repaired while in space?" Trianas asked.

"Working on analysis," her A.I. said then was silent for almost an hour.

In the mean time Trianas went to the back to look at the mess that was there. Cursing again after she'd removed a panel seeing that more than a few circuits were fused. Pulling out several cases she started to painstakingly replace each burned and fused circuit one at a time.

Finished with the first panel she was half done with the second when her A.I. chimed in. "Analysis complete. Since the repairs that have been started, it is estimated that ship A.I. can now begin repairs to fifteen of the thirty systems. These do not include weapons, light and energy shields, trans-warp, and hyper engines. Those will require work on the actual outer sections."

"We have no weapons at all?" Trianas said incredulously.

"We have lost all plasma weapons, most energy weapons also torpedo launchers have lost power. Light screen is holding at fifty five percent, energy shield is at fifty three percent. It is not advised to go into another hostile area 'til such time as repairs are completed." Her A.I. droned on.

"Really? No shit! Damn it! If you were alive I would so enjoy killing you!" Trianas almost screamed at her computer.

"Upon finishing the present repairs almost all systems should be near ninety five percent. Although the trans-warp will require more outer work. Hyper drive should be operable though at present only around fifty five to sixty percent." Her A.I. replied unemotionally.

Trianas shook her head as she started to replace every burned circuit as fast as she could. Knowing that moron, asinine ex-husband of hers he'd be hunting her soon. "Take us to the far side of this planet's moon. Land, then I'll try to effect repairs."

Her A.I. acknowledged her order as the ship slowly moved away from the planet.

Alexander was pacing about the deck as his crew was searching for his ex-wife's ship. "Well," he asked, exasperatedly as he walked up behind several of the techs who were doing the searching.