Busby paces along the corridor, PDA clutched in his hands as he mumbles to himself.

Kristine clutches her battered notebook under her arm as she strides back toward the labs after her lunch break. She moves quickly and determinedly, like a woman on a mission.

The boss stops in front of the lab entrance, eyebrows knitting together as he looks toward the spacecraft engineering facility. He releases the grip of his right hand on the PDA, runs fingers through his tousled hair, and strides in the direction of the big engineering area. “It’s all wrong, man. All wrong.”

Kristine dodges around the scruffy fellow in her way, glancing over her shoulder as she goes. Mid-maneuver she recognises the face of Mr. Busby and comes to a sudden halt. “Er, hello, Mr. Busby,” she says. “What’s all wrong?” She trails along after him, frowning.

Busby waves his right hand in an all-encompassing gesture at the spacecraft engineering section. “That. Ships. We’re thinking about this all wrong, man. Starships. Big, ungainly, clumsy things. But also fragile. Unspeakably fragile.”

“Well, any vehicle put into space has to deal with its dangers, Mr. Busby,” Kristine replies. “And the early prototypes are liable to be clunky-looking while we get the main functions down.” She smiles faintly. “It won’t help to have a sleek, shiny craft that doesn’t go anywhere.”

The CEO rubs his palm across his forehead, sighing. “No, no, no, man. You don’t get it. You don’t GET it. I’m not saying we need to make them pretty. I’m not sure we should make them at all. A starship is nothing but limits. Limited air. Limited food. Limited water. Limited speed.” His voice trails off.

Kristine gives Busby a look of deep concern bordering on disbelief. “Not make them at all? Mankind can’t simply step out into the farthest reaches of space.” She cants her head to the side, smirking. “I hope you’re not considering teleportation technology. Talk about untenable…”

“Why not?” Busby muses, activating his PDA. “I mean, it’s only a trillion trillion atoms per human translocation. We still have to get past the light speed barrier for all our accompanying information to make the journey. And I’m pretty sure that it would require creating a new copy of the passenger while effectively ‘murdering’ the original, but, man, totally worth it if we can bridge the gap between the stars, right?”

“The barriers to developing a truly successful translocation system are well-known, Mr. Busby,” Kristine replies, her voice taking on a lecturer’s tone. “Our capability to store data is much greater than it was when such a thing was first seriously proposed, but it’s still quite an obstacle. Then there’s also the question of, as you mentioned, information transfer, and if /it/ can be made to exceed light speed. And the philosophical and moral issues involved in deconstructing and reconstructing a physical being have been worked over for hundreds of years.” She frowns. “Not to mention it’s a totally different goal that was originally set out. We’ve done a lot of work on the Kasmarkin Drive, Mr. Busby, a /lot/.”

“Oh, yeah, lots of work, man, I know,” Busby agrees. He shrugs, tapping out a sequence on his PDA. “Is the goal that different, though? Whether we’re trying to break the light barrier to send a starship and crew or just a single person, the goal seems identical to me.”

“The ultimate goal of transporting someone faster than the speed of light is the same, of course,” Kristine admits, “but the method is entirely different. Our project has been to develop a FTL drive to be incorporated into a starship’s design. To change tacks now would be to toss aside much of the work that’s already been done. We’re proud of our work.” She presses her lips together, still frowning.

A soft ‘beep’ from the doors to the research wing as the General applies his ID badge to it. As they open with a soft hiss he steps in, Kinako trailing behind him. “Hmm.. no Mr. Harrison here today.” he mutters.

Busby is standing outside the spacecraft engineering bay with Kristine.

“Ah… well, that is all right. I am certain he must be attending to something important,” Kinako says, most certainly trailing behind the General, at a space indicating she is being mindful of keeping the appropriate distance; neither too near nor too far. Her careful pronunciation is a likely sign that English is not her primary language. She blinks briefly in vague recognition at both Mr. Busby and Kristine. “Ah, that is the miss from the lounge the other day… and that is the gentleman from the technological presentation.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Busby replies to Kristine. “Plenty to be proud of, man. Not saying otherwise.” He waggles the PDA. “But if we can make this work, we can forget dealing with all the dangers that go with dealing with the hassles of starships. The murder thing, though, that’s gonna be a tough sell to the pope. And my mom, man. Christ.”

“Mr. Busby.” Kristine’s tone turns decidedly more hostile. “After all the time and effort that’s been put into the FTL project, now you want to throw it away and start something new?”

Jensen raises an eyebrow at this comment as he approaches the pair. “Sometimes a change in strategy can be a good thing.” he offers simply. “Especially when you’ve got people with a less than friendly interest in your plans.” he says, looking to Busby. “I’m sure you heard of the device your test pilot located on his craft. Seems to be some sort of recording device, though the damn thing is proving hard to crack. Infected half the lab systems before they could even begin decoding. Whatever it was, it’s apparent it was intended to be retrieved by someone other than your test pilot, as it was recording only.”

Kinako pads along to keep up with the General, pausing to bow at the waist to both Busby and Kristine, although she stays quiet. Her expression is pensive; either she’s not following the conversation at all, or she’s following it well enough to pick up on the tension.

Busby tilts his head, rubbing at his cheek with his mouth in a twist before he smiles and says to Kristine, “Well, yeah, man, that’s kind of what I was saying. I mean, I used more words, man, but that’s a thing I do. No shame in what you said, though. What you said was okay. But, uh, yeah, the way you put it, you make it sound, like, irrational and all, uh, not sane, right? But work’s work. Money’s money. If another’s way better, maybe another way’s good to go. I’m just thinking out loud, man. Thinking’s fun. I mean, if I could walk to Alpha Centauri simple as walking through this door -” he gestures to the archway leading to spacecraft engineering, “then I think that’d be kinda keen, man.” He cuts a glance at the general. “But if you *like* the idea, something tells me I need to backpedal at about eighty miles an hour.” He smirks, then says, “I want to put Harrison on the case, man. He’s a solid thinker. Tenacious, too.” He considers for a few moments, then adds, “Maybe it worked as designed. You say it infected our systems? Maybe it didn’t record anything from the prototype, man. Maybe it got left so we’d find it and it’d get in our wires, man.”

“Of course it sounds insane: discarding years of work on a whim /is/ insane.” Kristine pauses to take a slow breath through her nose. “There is a difference between thinking about what’s “keen” and what’s practical. And yes, of course I like the idea. It’s been my focus even before I came to work for Spark.” She seems about to say more on the subject when she catches on to Jensen’s report. “Someone’s trying to steal our data?” She bites her lip angrily to keep from saying something someone will regret. “Or if not steal it, destroy it,” she adds, looking back at Busby.

Jensen chuckles at Busby’s comment, offering his own smirk in return. Quickly, however, he gets back to the more serious matter. “I haven’t ruled out sabotage. The infection appears to be one hell of a firewall. Whoever built this thing is no slouch when it comes to programming. My gut feeling is more towards making sure if anyone found it they couldn’t trace it to the source.” the General replies. “I’ve doubled the guard on any further test flights undertaken by our pilots. I’d recommend similar procedures for yours as well.”

Kinako edges just slightly over so that she is now more behind the general than previously. She is looking at Mister Busby with a -very- polite sort of disbelief mingled with incredulity. After a cautious moment of nervous pondering and a low-key throat clear, she speaks up. “Ahh, sumimasen, many pardons, but is Mister Harrison sir available? This is of course possibly not as important as the present discussion but if someone could kindly give him a message I would be most appreciative.”

Busby nods. “All right, man. Already done.” He turns toward Kristine and says, “Relax, man. I fell off the caffeine wagon this morning *and* I ate three doughnuts. With chocolate icing. And candy sprinkles. Last time I did that, I got this great idea for an immortality machine that ran on lemming-squeezings.” He deactivates his PDA, then says, “I’m gonna go sleep this off before the twitches hit, man.”

Kristines mouth falls open slightly as Busby speaks. She stares at him, mumbling, “Lemming…” Her eyes squinch shut and stay that way for a long moment. When she opens them again she manages to give Busby a helpless grin, then clamps her lips together.

Jensen chuckles. “Strangely enough, I have been there. During the Texas border skirmish of ’21…” he says to Busby, his expression taking on one of reminiscing. In a moment, however, it vanishes back to the stern face.

Kinako blinks. Once, twice, three times. Carefully, she withdraws her PDA and taps a couple of things. “…lem-ming,” she murmurs under her breath, and reads what the PDA produces. Once, twice, and once again for good measure. “…nani ga?” She turns a great gray doe-eyed expression upon General Jensen, and hushed-whispers, “…what did he say? Is he unwell? What did he say? It… sounds like he may have squeezed small rodents into a caffeinated drink, and that cannot be correct.”

By Brody

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  1. ***MEANWHILE***

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    01:39 PM
    Promenade – Cape Canaveral 31 May 2550
    The Promenade of Cape Canaveral is the hub of the spaceport and is the first thing visitors see upon entering the main building. Measuring 300 feet across it is a cavernous room with great attention paid to making it a comfortable area to spend time in. The center of the room is occupied by a large abstract art fountain from which water trickles down from several points to a large pool below. Around the fountain are planters with small shrubs and flowers placed between benches. Coins of various denominations and nations of origin are sprinkled in the pool. A nearby sign indicates these are collected daily and donated to local orphanages. Blue is the dominant color of the room with the fountain’s tiles and the carpet being shades thereof. Large windows that curve from the bottom up to the top of the domed room provide views of the area surrounding the spaceport. Ticket counters for various starlines are along the walls between the four main exits from the room along with the archway that leads to the Apollo Lounge.

    Two corridors lead east and west from the promenade to the non-public areas of the terminal while the security gates leading to the arrival and departure gates are across from the entryway where security guards check tickets and screen passengers before they are permitted to board. Security checkpoints block access to the east and west corridors where security clearances are checked. The west checkpoint is manned by Vanguard personnel while the checkpoint to the east is manned by civilian security.


    Jensen steps out of the west corridor, datapad in hand, at which he glances now and then as he walks along.

    Kinako is seated on one of the benches by the fountain, with her purse in her lap and her hands clasped loosely over it. At first glance she appears to be a little bit zoned out, and how anyone can do anything remotely resembling meditation in the middle of a bustling spaceport is anyone’s guess. As Jensen passes, however, she comes back from whatever phase of ‘lost in thought’ she was in to offer him a seated bow. “Kon’nichiwa, General Jensen sir,” she greets.

    Jensen stops as he hears a familiar voice. “Ah, the good doctor. How are you today, Miss Kinako?”

    Kinako rises carefully, and straightens her suit jacket. “I am well, thank you very much for your inquiry, General sir. I am hoping you are in acceptable health as well. I was, ah, wondering, if perhaps it would not be too much trouble, if I could inquire as to the progress of the investigation? My planned vacation time is coming to an end soon and it would be prudent of course to ensure that I should return home before I make plans to do so. I mean no disrespect, or to place any pressure upon the establishment, of course.”

    “It is proceeding. The evidence is still under analysis, so there’s not much more I can offer you at this point.” the General replies.

    Kinako inclines her head. “Oh, that is absolutely acceptable; kindly do not think that I am displeased. I will simply make changes to my itinerary. It is completely understandable that something of this scope needs to be handled with care and thoroughness. You have nothing but my respect, General Jensen sir.”

    Jensen nods. “I’m sure that the lab results will be available soon so we can get to the bottom of the matter.” he replies.

    “That is absolutely fine,” Kinako reassures, and pauses to make sure that she has not forgotten anything on the bench. “Other than your work, how are you faring? I feel as if I have come to know some of the people here and it has… what is the appropriate word… become interesting to me? You may of course feel free to dismiss if I have become too familiar.”

    “About as well as can be expected. Thankfully in my job the stresses of the military life are not as high as those in the lower ranks. Now it’s my job to stress /them/.” the general says with a chuckle. “Still, there is much to occupy me but I’ve seen a lot over the years. Not about to let it worry me now.”

    Kinako nods in agreement, smiling shyly as she catches and identifies the tonal shift. “That is pleasant to hear. Ah… hm. Well, I was expecting to encounter Mister Harrison sir today but he does not appear to be available.”

    “I’m sure we’ll bump into him. In fact I’m headed back to the research wing, would you care to tag along?” the general inquires.

    Kinako blinks a few times, looking both pensive and curious. After a moment, she inclines her head with a smile. “Yes, it would honor me to accept your invitation to accompany you, General Jensen sir, if it will be no trouble.”

    “No trouble at all, and maybe we’ll bump into Mr. Harrison.” the General replies, tucking his datapad into his pocket and motioning for Kinako to follow.

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