Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 46

While she was making use of the latrine she kept talking to me about the station and when she finished relieving her self I heard the sound of running water followed by her excited exclamation that this station actually had wet water shower. I had a few instructors at the academy that were former members of the Earth Marine Corp and they would make jokes about barracks showers, this put to rest my thoughts of making a joking offer to wash the Colonel's back. This also brought to mind a warning about dropping the soap in a community shower situation. Somehow I did not see too much peril in dropping the soap in front of Megyn, but then you all know how at times this kitty needs to scratch a particular itch.

The Colonel emerged from the latrine and began to undress herself in preparation for what she called, "The shower that will last a week." I stopped her as she was unzipping her flight suit and told her that it was time that she learns to use the wardrobe device. I connected to her device through her wireless system and gave her a quick overview of how the device worked, and after our little training session was finished I transferred a few of my favorite outfits to her device so that she would have a head start on building her own wardrobe database. I also redesigned her flight suit so that it was similar to mine but still kept the Marine Corp look and feel. I doubt that she would want to be walking around wearing something that looked like a skintight cat suit in Marine Corp colors. I think her commanders would take a dim view of that, even though they would probably be leering at me in mine while they were objecting to hers. She played around with it for a while then stored everything now that it was all resized for her.

While Megyn was in the shower I used the tablet that the bot had given me to poke around a bit in the station's Central Core. I added Neko and myself to the command structure organization chart and listed Colonel Connors as our staff advisor. This way if we ever had to come back here again we would not be housed in the barracks. Just kidding about the barracks part. The real reason is obvious; we are at war and this shipyard could come in handy in the fight against the Zetas, and someone needed to take ownership. I used the tablet to pull up a replica of the station's command console and sent a message to Neko informing her of where we were, and what I had done as far as commandeering this facility. I also sent her the coordinates and suggested that she use the portal to visit and get familiar with the place and the different designs of the ships that were here. There was a lot that needed to be done to get this place back into shape to be fully operational. I also sent her the information on the Dushambi shipyard with the same suggestion.

When Megan exited the bathroom she was still in the process of drying her short crop of gray streaked red hair, which left her full firm figure on display. I could not help checking her out as the towel she was using obscured her vision. I let out a long and loud wolf whistle that quickly got her attention. After the first time I had seen her naked I sort of expected her to cover up, but instead she playfully struck a pose that really showed off her well defined muscles and fabulously full and firm natural breasts. I suppose that this was one of those poses that the bodybuilders liked so much, and as I looked her over I could see why. I could not think of anything to do but whistle again, and this time I could see her cheeks tinge pink as she blushed.

I was attracted to her body and was so tempted to play a bit, but I put my urges and my sexual needs on the back burner for a while. We had a mission to complete and this was not the time for us to be complicating things by getting sexual. Sadly I let the moment pass for now and went to take my turn in the shower.

We spent the night, or what I considered to be night sleeping soundly in our own bunks. Megyn chose to sleep in her regulation OD green panties and tank top while I choose to sleep naked as the day I emerged from the birthing tank and maturation chamber. When the lights came on I found Megyn sitting on the edge of her bunk looking me over in a manner similar to the way I looked at her before we went to sleep. As I sat up she asked me a question that caught me off guard. She asked how old I was, to which I replied, "Which year is this?"

We both had a laugh at that but I did my best not to explain how I was born in the Earth sphere of influence and had lost track of the years that had passed since I left Udon. Neither did I want to go into detail about being genetically constructed because even though Earth was now a barren rock, I was not sure if the Earth laws against genetic constructs were still in force. I thought that maybe someday she would try to enforce those laws on me if she knew. I did not want to take the chance and put Neko and I in jeopardy. I made my answer short and sweet. I answered the question by saying that by Earth's frame of reference that I was between twenty and twenty three years old, but being that Annunaki woman do not age as Earth women do, I look much younger than my actual years. Thankfully she accepted my explanation.

It would take a few more hours for the maintenance bots to finish with our weapons installs. Instead of Megyn and I reading through the technical data on our own we decided to study together. There was quite a bit of lag time between here and Angkor so instead of having Sheba assist us, I did the work myself and pulled up the holographic images. I did however send instructions to Sheba that she was to replicate herself to create two separate AI units and install one of the replicas in the Central Core of the Dushambi and Qualor stations. The goal was to bring both facilities up to date the way Sheba did with Angkor.

The new weapon systems were amazing. The first schematic I selected to display was for a Transonic Depleted Zendarium Cannon. I had no idea what "zendarium" was and I had to search the Central Core for a definition. There was not much information on it and what I could find told me that it was what remained of the core of a zendarium reactor after the core became spent. I was amazed to read that the reactor was rumored to have been able to run for many thousands of years, perhaps a half a million years before the core needed to be replaced. I enquired as to where a zendarium reactor might still be in use but the Central Core could provide no information on this subject and referred me to the Royal Annu Archeological Department for more information. This told me that the zendarium reactor was not developed by the Annunaki, but by another much older race. My thoughts turned to the possibility of finding this older race in the hope that maybe they could join in the fight against the Zetas.

I put aside my ponderings and curiosity about the zendarium and went back to the specs of the weapons. Long ago in Earth's history, the military units of the late 20th century used depleted uranium shells to pierce armor. The zendarium shells were of a similar concept, but where the depleted uranium still contained some residual radiation, the zendarium did not as it was used to fire a cold fusion reactor. As I read on I came to a passage that indicated that the zendarium had about forty-seven times the density of the uranium used on Earth.

Like the weapons of Earth the zendarium was used to pierce the hull of an enemy ship, but unlike its Earth counterpart, the projectiles were just coated with the depleted zendarium. The center of the forty-millimeter shells contained a core of high explosive that was timed to detonate so many seconds or milliseconds after penetration. Zendarium was in short supply even during the height of the Annunaki Empire so our cannon was set to fire in short three round bursts. It could also be set to "Sniper Mode" that allowed the cannon to fire only one shot. From the description of the weapon and the explosive yield I imagined that three rounds could cause some major damage should they hit an engine compartment, bridge or reactor room of an enemy vessel.

Looking at the second weapon system sent a chill down my spine that even Megyn could not help but notice. I knew immediately what I was looking at, but the technology was foreign to my partner and was well beyond her area of expertise. I told her that I had seen something similar to this on Angkor and Anora Prime and told her of my concerns about the warhead that we were looking at. The weapon was a Mentok missile. It was twelve feet in length and had a slender width of just nine inches. The missile was equipped with a cronetic field generator that surrounded the external casing with a cronoton field that put the missile slightly out of phase with the rest of the universe in a way similar to the cloaking device on the Tenshi and the Koloth. Being out of phase for a few seconds allows the missile to penetrate the shields of an enemy vessel. Once past the shields the missile would power its self into the hull of the ship.

The Mentok missile contained a depleted zendarium nose cone that would allow it to penetrate just about any thickness of hull plating and continue through several layers of bulkheads before coming to a stop in the center of the enemy ship. Once the missile's forward momentum ceased, the containment field around the artificially induced quantum singularity would dissipate allowing a miniature black hole to form and implode the vessel before the black hole expired a few seconds after its release.

My guess is that no ship could survive a hit by one of these missiles. Theoretically, if this warhead were activated in the atmosphere, it could remove or lower the oxygen content of a planet enough to cause the extinction of most if not all life forms with a body mass greater than that of a common house cat. Perhaps the warhead would need to be a bit bigger, but this missile had planet killer potential. Being the career military officer that Megyn was, she understood full well the uses that could be made of this weapon. We both concluded that this was a weapon of last resort and that it must never be allowed to fall into the hands of the enemy. I was surprised when Megyn suggested that the neither the PGC or the Earth military should ever come into possession of a weapon as powerful as this. It was then that I felt that I could trust Megyn knowing that she and I shared a similar distrust for the politicians and their appointed minions running the military.

When we both came back to reality I asked the Central Core to display the weapons load out of the Koloth, and was verbally informed that the ship was now loaded with 5,000 rounds of ammunition for the cannon, and was carrying twelve of the Matock missiles in an internally mounted ejection rack. I was tempted to instruct the maintenance bots to unload the missiles but on second thought, we were tracking an armada of Zeta ships and perhaps we may need those missiles after all. As we made our way to the Koloth I identified myself to the Central Core via my internal wireless connection and issued orders that the Mentok missiles must never be installed on another ship, vessel, or station without Neko or my DNA verified consent, and that should they be installed, two officers of Command rank or higher would have to authorize their launch. In all honesty I have to say that I exempted myself from that directive, as I believed that I was responsible enough to decide when to use the Mentok missiles. My order was received by the Central Core and acknowledged. As we climbed into the Koloth I instructed the Central Core to forward this order on to Sheba on Angkor. I made a note to myself to brief Neko on this personally when we next met in person.