Mortal Protection Services Chapter 35: IX.BA: Bifferent Autopsy

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IX.BA: Bifferent Autopsy Dilt Bifferent Aboard the CSS SAMWISE "What the fuck do you mean, my children vanished when the planetoid imploded into a black hole!?" "Singularity bomb got'em," Jimmi muttered, looking down at her feet. She couldn't face my gaze. "We tried, Dilt. I didn't... We couldn't... they just..." Ingamar, in his window on my screen looked ill, but at least he met my eyes. Every excuse he started he knew was pointless, eventually he settled on, "... I cannot possibly imagine what you're feeling right now, brother. All I lost was my robocat." "I'm not even sure I understand what I'm feeling." I shook my head. "On the one hand... my kids are apparently dead, but on the other... they created a planet imploding bomb, singularity bomb. I'm kind of proud of them, in a way. There's guys already investigating their little lab in that cargo bay. They left meticulous notes about what they were up to. They have stolen a LOT of stuff, and tracked where they got it all. They even left personalized apology messages for all of my crew they've bamboozled." "Fastidious lil' rapscallions..." Jimmi muttered. I could see the tears dropping from her down-turned face. "We thought there were gremlins on the SAMWISE and it turns out... there was!" Jimmi let the tears flow. "I know it's not the ideal time," Ingamar wiped his eyes, and cleared his throat to adjust back to business, "but we lost a few hundred plates each, and Jimmi lost a bunch of guys, fighters, and a whole shuttle bay. Gonna use the line for a second to transmit our requisition requests." "Yeah. Whatever..." They transmitted. The video feed lowered resolution for a moment before it popped back to 32k. My ops officer confirmed receipt. "I'll take care of it, sirs, ma'am." Along with the data package, they'd sent a replay of the events. I didn't end the call with them to watch it, I put it on split screen with each them in a little picture in picture display on their ship's POV. They were gonna stand there and watch me watch my kids die, dammit. I watched from the moment they popped out of the portal, to the moment the feed cut, it was only a few minutes of combat before they did what they did. The last footage was from the class 6 probe. It showed my kids charge up their positive and negative implosion triggers, cats as their only real defense, then the feed cuts. Apparently the probe was blindsided by a chunk of scourgemeat as it tried to flee, and it just spun wildly I had sat and watched it in silence while I kept Ingamar and Jimmi on the line. Then I started it playing again with the volume down, "How long until the light reaches your rally point for the second replay? The full thing. I want to see the actual collapse event." Jimmi seemed thankful for a scientific question. "I have every last one of the sensors at max and I launched probes already. Everything is up pointing that way. We should get a real clear view of things in about thirty more minutes. The Amish Papacies just dropped of warp in our lightview." "Good. Send the collapse event my way as soon as you have it." I slammed the button on my chair to end the call and screamed unintelligibly until I ran out of breath. The officers on my bridge didn't say a thing, and I didn't cry. It wasn't really real yet. I hadn't told their bio mother Amanda, or Mother Sarah... or Molly and the rest of the family... "I'm gonna go lay on the floor in my ready room." I said, to whoever was there listening, "Pour some cold water on me when the footage gets here." I lay on the plushly carpeted floor, drifting out of space and time... until a blast of cold water hit me in the face and shocked me back to reality. "Already?" I asked. The water thrower, a killitoot, nodded in the affirmative. "Jimmi seemed, not so sad any longer, sir." I caught a hand hairy hand extended my way and got to my feet. "That is too fast for proper grieving, even for the most hardened... or flippant gaian. Something is up." I walked back onto my bridge