sensor data parameters. The drones were far enough away from the gas giant that, while it was possible and even easy to observe the wakes, caused by ships plowing through the upper atmosphere, the attempt to detect the black silhouette of ships in low orbit against the planet’s lighter background was pushing the optical sensors to their limits. It could very well be that the other 10 bogeys were in fact also in low orbit but the drones’ sensors hadn’t detected them yet. The other possibility was that the missing ships were also refueling but were underneath the 14 ships whose wakes were visible. The turbulence wakes of the ships higher up might be hiding the wakes from the ships below.
With the distance between Defiant and the Strike Force, Shiloh knew that they wouldn’t get Iceman’s acknowledgement of the drone data for another 4 minutes and reports of the actual attack and its results would take two minutes to reach the ship too. Shiloh looked at the chronometer again. 8 and 1/3rd minutes until communication with the Strike Force would be lost due to atmospheric distortion of the laser beam, another approximately 23 minutes until the Strike Force was in position to attack, then another 2 minutes for news of the attack results to reach Defiant. With over half an hour to go with nothing to do but sit and wait, Shiloh called the Galley and ordered the food and coffee for the Bridge crew.
With just under twenty minutes left before Defiant expected to hear the attack results from the Strike Force, Shiloh decided that this was as good a time as any, to practice a leadership technique, taught at the Academy, called ‘Leadership by walking around’. He remembered his Instructor telling the class that Julius Caesar had allegedly practiced this technique one night before a major battle, by walking around his army’s camp, going from campfire to campfire with a pickle in his hand, which he used to graphically enhance the telling of several obscene jokes that made his soldiers roar with laughter. There’s never a pickle around when you need one , he thought to himself with amusement. He got up and strolled around the Bridge, chatting for a few seconds with each of the Bridge personnel in a low voice that made each conversation seem more personal and confidential. He found that the mood of the Bridge crew was good. No one exhibited excessive fear and a couple of them were downright eager for the ship to exchange laser volleys with the enemy. Shiloh only smiled when he heard that. Defiant class light carriers were not meant to slug it out toe-to-toe with the enemy although they could defend themselves if they had to. Her most powerful weapon was the squadron of fighters that could pack a hell of a punch and launch that punch at long ranges. When he had finished speaking with all of the enlisted Bridge crew and was about to chat with the Astrogator, the tactical display pinged for attention. A quick glance at the chronometer showed that there was still almost 8 minutes left before the planned interception of the enemy force by Iceman’s group. Looking back at the tactical display, Shiloh saw another text message from Valkyrie scroll across the bottom of the view screen.
[ Enemy ships in orbit have begun active scanning. All recon drones have been detected and destroyed by enemy laser fire. Contact with enemy force lost. No contact with Strike Force. Sentry fighters have not been detected. Request instructions. End message ]
Shiloh heard someone say ‘damn’ with feeling, then realized that he had said it. He rushed over to his Command Station, switched the open channel to Valkyrie over to his implanted com device frequency and said.
“CAG to Valkyrie. Maintain current vector. More instructions to follow.” With the message recorded, he touched the Command Screen button to transmit it in a short laser micro-burst. As he sat back down in the chair, he gestured for the XO and Astrogator to step over to his