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lexikimble — The Forgotten - pt1
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The Fifth Caprican Fleet now composed of Caprican Centurions still loyal to the Caprican Space Fleet...
They have been waiting for approx. Fifty-Two years waiting for orders from any Caprican Naval Units and their last Commanding Officer to order them home to defend Caprica from the malfunctioning and defective Centurions attacking the humans of the the Twelve Colonial Colonies from both sides.
CINO 162-01, the leading Caprican Command Centurion in command of the Fifth Caprican Fleet, has slowly, tho fast for a Centurion's thought processor, have made a decision and is now entering the Command Center to order the Fleet to its new commands...
--Excerpt--
A consensus had been reached between the various command units of the fleet shortly after their flight from the colonies, they had no way of reliably defending against such an electronic attack, so instead they had been forced to remove the avenue of attack and disable all wireless networked systems completely.
It had crippled fleet and ship coordination as the centurions had to rely on their manual audio communication systems initially designed for communication with their human command units. Fortunately, using manuals and organisational charts meant for human crewed warships an improvised command structure had been created to re-establish the chain of command and battlefield coordination between the various fleet-units.
It was slower and more inefficient, true, but it was secure.
The silence as CINO walked along the rows meant the status was unchanged and there was nothing of note to report.
It walked through the rest of the section, through another security checkpoint and past the empty crew-quarters and entered the CiC. Its lone red-eyes swept back and forth as it observed its temporary command-staff for the last fifty-years. There had been no contact with any Caprican Fleet units during that time, no contact with any humans at all, military command or otherwise. CINO knew that hopefully that would change shortly.
Its second in command was standing at the command table, silently observing the rest of the crew as they went through their duties. It was painted in the traditional black of the Caprican Fleet uniform, with the markings of a Colonel to make visual identification of high command units possible, important due to the lack of wireless identification.
“Status?” It asked as it stepped up to the command table at took a place opposite its XO.
“Fuel and munitions levels at 99%. Supplies and spare parts inventory down to 78%. Fleet Logistics has delivered a preliminary schedule for full fleet-wide re-supply within the next five days. Food inventories expired, no re-supply currently possible. Full fleet-wide maintenance cycle ended thirty-three minutes ago. Next maintenance cycle scheduled to begin in twenty-seven minutes. No contact with Caprican Fleet command has been established.” The XO’s report was short and to the point, listening only the most critical aspects of the fleets operations.
Manual communication was much slower then the wireless, and even without the need for sleep or rest it had still been forced to learn to delegate non-critical duties to have time for all the important ones. Its daily inspection and walk through the ship might have been considered non-critical, but it allowed CINO slow its MCP processing speed and sort and delete unimportant data to make sure its memory banks still had additional space.. A human would have called it taking a walk to clear its head.
--End Excerpt
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