Book 2: Chapter 23: Vehemently Negotiating

Book 2: Chapter 23: Vehemently Negotiating

USD: ~17 days after Tears of Fire arrival to 92 Pegasi

Location: IND Tears of Fire, Final Approach to Ackman Station

Alex tapped her console to zoom in on the dock workers moving multiple pieces of machinery in a jumble of tubes, feed lines, power attachments, and other things that were now floating all over the place around their assigned berth. The fact that they had been waiting as the workers took their sweet time to prepare things prompted her to complain.

Its been five minutes, theyve had hours knowing we were on the way, ugh!

Elis gave her a flat look.

Alex had decided to allow Elis to handle the negotiations with the Iron Horse Mercenary Company, before they returned course to Ackman Station. She had been incredibly embarrassed to learn that they were not actually pirates or thugs trying to shake the station and the Tears down.

The other part had been that Alex wasnt exactly sure she could pull off being a Captain in the true sense of the term, feeling like her disguise would end up dead before it had even began. Especially if she had to get into the nitty gritty of the proper procedures for accepting someones surrender after actual combat.

After that, Elis had pulled over two dozen naval, military, and other reference manuals from the ships growing library and added them to Alexs personal datapad for her to familiarize herself with. She hated them. But Elis had refused to watch a holovid with her after the battle until she had studied for at least an entire hour. It was enough for her to have asked Nameless if she could just download the data directly to her brain.

The fact that it was indeed possible surprised her, but that idea only became more terrifying as she learned that it was only possible if she was willing to have her persona ripped apart and put back together, at which point she would be a completely different person. The idea was horrible. She liked being herself. Especially now that she wasnt alone and wasnt about to die every 30 seconds from life-support failing or a piece of metal impaling the ship randomly while she was asleep.

Leaning back in her captains chair Alex decided to complain again.

Weve been in holding for ten minutes, I feel like they are trying to harass us.

Elis shook her head, Do you have any idea all the work that needs to be done to setup a mooring for any ship bigger than a flitter? Nameless did send them the ships docking specifications, right?

[Affirmative: Docking specifications have been delivered as per requested by Port Authority.]

Elis nodded, So, there isnt much universality to docking ports, so they have a configurable collar and feed lines that must be adjusted to the ship. Tears isnt a small ship, Alex. From what Ive been seeing ships are built smaller these days. To the station the Tears is probably like a destroyer, not a corvette. Thats also why the three Iron Horse frigates took so much more damage, new ships arent built with double hulls.

Alex rubbed her forehead in annoyance. That fact had almost messed up her plan, the three frigates had only taken minor damage compared to obliteration. If the mercenaries had lost any ships or people, she felt they would have been a lot less forgiving. Not that she needed their forgiveness. They had, in her mind shot first, no matter how rude her flying around had been. Still, it would have been bad to have made enemies so fast.

Elis had somehow turned the event into something positive, and the Captain-Major and his attach wished to have a meeting with her in a few days on the station. That could be a very good opportunity, but also very dangerous in her mind, depending on what they wanted from her. She had decided to remain cautiously optimistic.

|Final Docking Clearance Granted|

|Navigational Data Follows|

|Speed Limit: 0.1m/s Relative|

Yes! Finally. Nameless, take us in.

[Affirmative: Final Approach and Mooring confirmed.]

USD: Two hours later

Location: IND Tears of Fire, Berthed at Ackman Station

Alex stood looking at herself in the mirror. Elis was still fussing about with all the little things that had been added to Alexs captains jacket.

Attempting to suppress a fidget Alex complained, Seriously, how can you even make it straighter! I dont understand the fuss, it is just going to get messed up.

Elis bit back a laugh, You really have no sense of decorum, I thought you might have been a naval graduate, but now I think you might have just been a ship monkey.

A ship monkey who knows martial arts and can pull stick like an ace.

Elis looked taken aback, You can pilot a fighter?

Well, I havent tried that, but I can do pretty good in my suit in Zero-G.

Thats thats not the same thing, Alex. Fighters have a lot of buttons. So just a ship monkey who thinks it knows martial arts.

Alex grumbled and glared at Elis through the mirror.

Thats perfect. Every sailor you meet will think youre a naval officer if you keep that face. Theyll be terrified of getting extra work.

Why isnt it working on you, then?

Im a Spaceborne Marine, we arent afraid of getting our hands dirty.

[Notice: I have scrubbed 327 cyberattacks and attempted intrusions into the ShipNet. Upon further analysis the stations systems seem to be infected with a large amount of malware and viruses from an array of various parties. To prevent further attacks, I have infiltrated the stations main computer and applied a security patch and anti-malware update that is automatically distributed to all connected systems.]

Alexs eyes widened in a bit of surprise, Uhm did you ask first? Thats like Nameless did you hack the Stations infonet?

[Informative: Poor System security practices can degrade system effectiveness and waste resources. Furthermore, continued attempted intrusions on the Tears ShipNet would require extra processing power better dedicated to various tasks. The scrubbing of station malware has restored various station functions that were running at between 80-90% efficiency due to lost processing capabilities.]

It was annoying you.

[Notice: This unit does not experience annoyance.]

Yeah, as long as it doesnt waste processing power. You arent fooling me. Well, whatever, Im sure they will appreciate it.

Elis coughed, Hopefully they wont know we did it, because something like that would be very valuable and whoever was running those programs will probably not be happy if they were gathering data from them.

Alex shrugged, I dont see why Nameless should have to suffer a headache so they can gather data. Actually, they were basically poking him with a stick, I wouldnt be upset if he fried their data pads or electrocuted them back.

[Notice: This unit only caused physical damage to one data source that was causing repeated direct attacks against the ships security.]

Not surprised they targeted us. Easy to mess with trying to steal data from the fancy military ship when you are doing it from afar and cant get targeted by a railgun. Alex couldnt help but try to loosen her collar and her hand got smacked back down.

Hold still, Elis warned.

[Informative: Analysis of hostile source placed at 95% confidence level for accurate identity and location of responsible individual.]

Alex shook her head, Ah no. I dont think we need to go out on any vengeance calls, you said you already zapped his computer, or whatever he was using.

Last patch applied properly, Elis patted Alexs arm, All done. You look great.

Ok, lets get on with it. Ive been reviewing the stations public feeds and there are so many food options I am dying to try out! They have little food trucks, even!

Elis took a deep breath, a bit of worry on her face. Are you sure you are going to be alright? The station population is only several thousand, but it isnt a big station. Things will be a bit cramped, most likely.

More cramped than the ship?

This is honestly the most luxurious military ship Ive ever been on. Seems like it was someones pet project.

Yeah, it was her own pet project too, and Alex couldnt help but let out a laugh. They headed toward the airlock connected to the mooring arms umbilical and gangway. Along the way Alex picked up a pulse rifle concealed inside a soft carrying bag that was secured with some straps and a sling that had been prepared earlier. No need for everyone along the way to get a good look at the rifle.

[Notice: Avatar maximum distance from ShipCore covers entire station area, however it must be advised that extra-vehicular activity could surpass that radius. Avatar leaving ShipCore range will result in loss of consciousness, followed by expiration of Avatar.]

Ahh Alex quietly mumbled. She had forgotten about that.

You cant leave the area around the ship?

Nameless told me before, sort of. Nameless, can you explain a bit more?

[Informative: Nanite cohesion requires ShipCore processing to maintain. A permanent connection to Avatar is currently required or Avatars nanites will quickly reach a rampancy situation.]

He gave her a pained smile, and Alex didnt miss the meaning behind his explanation, he was putting the blame for the wait on her.

The Portmaster gestured to a seat, If you would like to sit, we can discuss the business of your mooring and purpose at Ackman station. I believe we can first get the minutiae of the port fees and services detailed. Normally this is done before docking, but we expediated your arrival as a courtesy.

Alex didnt blink and kept her smile as she sat down. Elis had already relayed the story from Iron Horse, that the man sitting across from her had paid them a large sum to go delay her ship and smack her crew around because of the commotion she caused.

Thank you for that, I appreciate it. Our journey here was non-standard, and we are thankful for your stations understanding.

He didnt respond for a moment, but then slid a datapad across the desk for her to look at.

The standard port rate for Mooring Arm D-1 is 750,000 SE per week, payable in advance. Fuel rates are standard market listing price plus one percent. There are reactor fueling services available, but they are privately owned. You can find them listed on the StationNet. The security services are included in the mooring rate, but they only include security for the mooring arm and escort for official station business, such as when they escorted you here.

Alexs eyes paraphrased the text on the datapad and found that it was carefully laid out. It spelled out the important bits of information in a clear and concise way. The numbers matched what Elis had gathered from her conversations with the Iron Horse Mercs. So, he wasnt trying to overcharge them.

I see we have the entire arm to ourselves.

Thats standard for military vessels. Of course, the cost is higher as you are essentially renting the entire mooring space, but Ive never encountered a Naval Captain who would share a mooring with civilians if possible. If you wish, I can open Arm D-1 and lower the rental fee accordingly.

No, thats fine. Its ideal.

The Portmaster nodded with a smile, Very good. If we can process payment now, then

Alex raised her hand, I cant pay you right now.

His smile instantly vanished, his eyes turning cold, Captain, please be reasonable. A military vessel like yours takes up a considerable amount of mooring space, even if it wasnt taking up the entire arm. Theres also the maintenance costs and other expenses associated with keeping things running. The cost, I assure you, is not overexaggerated or unfair, they represent a small markup to pay for other station services, but I am not trying to take your money just to enrich myself.

Alex leaned back in her chair, surprised at the sudden vehemence in his voice.

I did not say I would not pay or didnt want to pay. Even though I was unhappy to learn that you paid the Iron Horse MC to hit us.

The Portmaster frowned and sat a little bit straighter, With all due respect, Captain, I will not take full responsibility for that. Your ships actions were not normal and you appeared to be a credible threat to the stations safety.

Granted, which is why I am not holding it against you. That isnt the reasonI simply dont have the money to pay you.

A look of surprise was quickly hidden, he glanced at a few monitors and then spoke, The station can offer you a line of credit. Standard rates, with your ship as collateral.

Alex considered for a second then shook her head, Im sorry, that wont be feasible.

Come, Captain. Please be reasonable, the interest rates are not ruinous.

First, I do not wish to go into debt. Second, the ship as collateral? What if we defaulted and you tried to collect? Worse, a single torpedo into the station and the situation would be resolved.

You you are not helping your situation.

Hear me out. If you can forgo payment for a week, I am sure we can pay for this week and the next in advance then.

How do you intend to acquire the funds for this?

Weve browsed the stations listings before arrival and noted a considerable demand for small arms weaponry and the like. I believe we have something that will be in demand.

Ahh.

He thought for a moment before pulling out a tablet from his desk, then made several selections before handing the device to her. I imagine if it is small arms, you will be dealing in some volume. Ive highlighted two well known and respected dealers here with very good reputations with their customers. The station utilizes their services exclusively. You will not get the best prices from them, but they will have the ability to purchase in bulk.

Thats actually very helpful. Thank you. There is one more problem.

Yes?

We dont actually have a credit account.

A confused look passed over his face, Can you not just use your own personal account? Thats what those who cant afford a ship account usually do.

No, thats not possible Im afraid. No one on my crew has a personal account, nor do we have a ship account.

He looked at her questioningly, but when she didnt elucidate, he leaned back into his chair.

That is a problem.

The Portmaster tapped his desk with his fingers rhythmically for a moment before seemingly making up his mind.

As you might be aware, there is no CEC branch at Ackman. As such we have no authority or ability to process new personal SE accounts in-system. Local accounts for your personnel will be required and are easy enough to setup.

He stood up and walked over to the wall, waving his hand and suddenly the picture on the wall revealed itself as a hologram, disappearing. Leaning forward he placed his eye near a scanner and the hidden safe clicked open.

Alex could see several small boxes inside the safe, of which the Portmaster retrieved one before locking it back up. He brought it back to the desk and sat back down.

The station has on hand some licensed blank ship chips for official use. They cost us 1,000,000 SE per unit, charged to us by the CEC. I will present you with this one. Place your thumb on the indicated area.

He slid it forward toward Alex, and she did so, a sudden screen lighting up.

|CEC Secure SE Credit Chip Ship |

|Owner: Alex|GCode: 8Y-384YN83023NB|

|Balance: 0 SE|

You can link it to your ships transponder once you return. Could I see it please?

Alex slid it back to him without protest and he slid it through one of the consoles then began typing something that she couldnt see. When he finished, he passed it back to her. A little chime sounded in her ear that sounded like a sad noise from Booper almost. A red message flashed.

|Balance: -1,750,000 SE|

Normally it isnt possible to achieve a negative balance unless you run afoul of fines or possibly commit fraud, but I have used the local credit systems override to charge you. I am doing this as a massive courtesy to you, Captain. There is no interest and as a side effect you will not be able to process transactions outside the system until your balance is positive. You can also not make any purchases until the negative balance is resolved.

Accepting the credit chip, Alex placed it back into her front jacket pocket.

Thank you, Portmaster. This is more than I was expecting. If you need assistance that a military warship can provide, I will remember your courtesy. I apologize for our means of arriving. I can only say that it was not intentional to cause so much of a fuss.

Thank you for the sentiment, Captain Alex. I will keep your services in mind if they become needed as much as I hope they should not be.

A blip of hesitation punctuated the end of the sentence before he suddenly changed the direction of the conversation, Captain Alex, I would like to ask, are you of an old noble lineage? I could not help but notice the lack of surname and your youthful disposition.

The gears in Alexs head spun as she tried to piece together whatever picture the man had made of her in his mind.

Pardon me, Portmaster, even after the courtesy youve shown us, if you could please leave a lady her secrets?

Ah, excuse me. Of course. It was idle curiosity; I did not mean to pry. Please enjoy your stay here on Ackman Station. He stood, and Alex followed suit.

I do have one last question, Portmaster, could you please give me your name?

A flash of surprise crossed his brows, My apologies, I seem to have forgotten my manners and failed to introduce myself. My name is Charles Whitely.

He reached out and Alex shook his hand.

A pleasure, Mr. Whitely. I hope all our future interactions are as courteous.

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