Saving the Soul of a Ship

[Lionheart523]

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Theobald chuckled: “When one is used to be an Orbital captain for as long as I am, it becomes second nature,” he laughs merrily, “and it seems I am unable to shrug it off even in private.”
He turned business in an instant again, frowning and thinking: “Efficiency, well I like that. I will contact my former first officer, Matthew Davis. He commands the Isolaiva, one of Orbitals supply transports. She is a tanker with a huge cargo-hold, capable of transporting large chunks, ideal for a task like this. I am pretty sure he will help us with his ship.” His mind was working fast now, checking and calculating, weighing options: “I hope he agrees, that I will take command of her for some time.”
“I’ll send out the offer for a convoy, maybe some of the other transport captains might come too,” he sighed, “hell, if we are lucky our security division Spa-SEC might even send one or two escorts, but honestly, I doubt it. They are mostly busy with escorting the Triton-Expedition ships to the edge. But one’ll never know if one never tries.”
He looked at Ian’s datapad, visibly surprised: “Wow, haven’t seen one of these for ages,” then he continued: “I’m going to make the arrangements with Orbital. At the best we have a couple of ONE-transports and fight-capable escorts from Spa-SEC, at the worst we have one extra transport, the Isolaiva. As soon as I know when Orbital is ready, I will let you know.”
He smiled and leaned back, visibly relaxed, sipping from his glass: “So it is settled. God, I am glad this gets finally done,” and he handed back the datapad: “I can't thank you enough, Ian, for all your help, again. If you or the Congress is ever in need, don't hesitate to ask.”

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