Nemesis

[Meallan]

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Vespucci System : Grid A-6

The Sunburst sat in space, latched onto an ice asteroid from the Veracruz Field, one of many there. Passive sensor buoys danced around the asteroid, in a twenty five k radius, placed there by Meallan himself before parking his ship. Typing a couple of commands, the buoys went live, effectively increasing the sensor range in thirty seven clicks. The buoys role was simple, just an early warning mechanism if something came up. They wouldn't be able to tell who, what and where due to their passive nature but they wouldn't be detected by any scanners in Sirius. He finally finished the routine that would turn on the cloaking device of the Sunburst upon said trigger and executed it. The Sunburst would be able to cloak for some good twenty minutes, giving Meallan ample time to decide on a course of action. A smuggler trick he learned with the Bretonians while he was in Southampton. Whistling, he leaned back in the comfy chair and turned onto the supporting console desk.

"Let's get some work done, shall we?"

Accessing his remote server, several projects appeared onto his holo-screen. Nemesis. Hellbound. Judicator. Judgement. Verdict. Hailstorm. Burningfist. He looked for the most recent one. Backbreaker.

"How you doing, killer?"

The project details came up onto the holo, with the blueprints in full view. Having the project notes of the ESRD 'Star-Rail', generously given by DeGrange, increased the pace of inception and development ten-fold. The idea of using Narcrahtite to generate and control the topology of the magnetic fields needed to make plasma focusing a reality, his idea, was bashing against mathematics. A guy named Busch detailed that eons ago, and was a wall many broke themselves against, but giving up wasn't in Meallan's agenda. Looking for a couple of seconds through the cockpit armored glass, he saw the Veracruz field and wondered about the Warspite. The Judicator first designs were the basis of his thoughts for the Nemesis. A ship built for a weapon. With a smile creeping up on his lips, he pulled up his notes and started to type yet another variable test to see if he theoretically could manipulate the narcra in real-time to create a field strong enough to enter a copper plated tungsten 30 kilo round without the discharge exploding the conductors.

In his words, fun.

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