https://youtu.be/YucVqQS0qMY Bob and Mary started scanning and recording all the specimens. Carol focused on the numerous devices that appeared to be connected to many of the 'habitats.' It seemed they were providing power and possibly life support functions to the individual enclosures. Also, the space appeared to be filling with some sort of atmosphere although exact readings were ambiguous. Bob started using his neural scanner on some of the specimens. "They appear to be in some sort of stasis Captain," he reported. "Continue scanning and recording, also make sure you are sending your readings back to Sonny and the ship's computer." Bob replied, "aye, Skipper" and he and Mary began slowly moving along the edge of the space continuing their scanning. I wonder if this 'cube' is manned and has a crew Carol thought… Bob gave a gasp and then shifted his neural scanner to the opposite end of the space they were in. "Captain I am getti...
"Refueling complete, all tanks full, all refueling equipment secured" Sonny reported. "Very well, proceeding to the High Guard position, prepare to retrieve the drone," Carol said. After the ship was close to the Drone Bob said "retrieval initiated." After a few minutes, he added, "retrieval complete, all systems secured for transit." Carol answered, " Very well, course confirmed for Kotori Prime, breaking orbit." The first few days of the transit were uneventful. The crew finished their equipment checks in preparation for the upcoming Planetary survey. In their remaining time, they continued work on the backlog items (inoperable drone, wrong software version) while also manning the sensors in shifts. Carol even carved out a few hours one night for the crew to enjoy a recent holo-movie together. The crew seems to be slowly coming together she thought, even Sonny seemed to be more like his old self again. One day out from Kotori Prime, t...
YouTube Link <img src= The clang of the heavy steel hatch echoed through the cramped confines of U-99 as she slipped her moorings in Lorient. April 1941, the North Atlantic beckoned, a vast, grey expanse promising both peril and glory for Kapitänleutnant Otto Kretschmer and his seasoned crew. "Silent Otto," they called him, a reputation built on stealth and a deadly intuition for the hunt. The initial transit was uneventful, the diesel engines churning a steady rhythm beneath the waves. Then, a break in the endless horizon – smoke! A large convoy, fat with merchant vessels, lumbered into view, guarded by a screen of watchful destroyers. Kretschmer, his eyes glinting with predatory excitement, ordered a long-range attack. Two torpedoes streaked through the water, but luck was not with them this time. Both missed their targets, exploding harmlessly in the churning wake. Undeterred, Kretschmer closed the range, maneuvering U-99 into a better attack position...
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