Mortal Protection Services Chapter 45: XI.WTC: What's a targeting computer?

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XI.WTC: What's a targeting computer? Luke I'll get back to you on that My ship played a sick guitar riff when the Amish Papacies answered our hail. "Uncle Captain Ingamar!" I said. "Me and the Primitive Machine Studies students in these mecha-dinos got this handled, you guys can go deal with the straggler frigates and destroyers." "Luke... Captain Bifferent." Uncle Ingamar said. I could see that vein in his forehead, like dad gets when me an Leia won't stop fighting; I blame Leia. There was a brand new station on his bridge and she was sitting at it like she belonged there. She must be annoying him. "We'll discuss the proper chain of command later, with your sister... and mine too, for good measure. And fine, we'll will mop up the stragglers. Seems more tactically sound to let you and your thousand dinos cover things here." "Thanks... uhh, sir." I managed to say. Uncle Ingamar was scary in that captain's chair. Scarier than dad when he's mad, that's for sure. "That giant T-Rex you're flying got a name?" "It's the CSS..." I hadn't really expected {Math Formula} to actually deliver these dinoships, so I didn't have a name ready. "I'll get back to you on that." "Copy, 'I'll get back to you on that'. Amish Papacies, out." Uncle Ingamar gestured to the prettyboy on comms. "Oh wait, no no-" the Comm's guy to killed the signal, and a few second later they and rowed their space ship away to go start erasing more of the dazed scourge masses before they woke up. "Hey, {Math Formula}, do you think I'm gonna be stuck with my ship called the 'I'll get back to you on that'?" The hyperspace android on the bridge with me laughed, hard. "Probably yeah, little man, 'specially considerings as I'm about done programming a drone to go engrave it on the side of the ship, like right now, before we go off to zap a giga-spleen." "Could you, like... not?" "Sorry little man-dude, as the shipwright I have the right to name it myself, and that's a funny-ass name." He smiled his terrifying android smile and laughed again. "Damn." I'd have to think up a funnier name to that he liked... a task for later. "Weapons, target the giga-spleen. Mouth blaster! Go!" I suppose some sort of explanation is in order. Well, back when we were stuck in hyperspace for... a while ... I got bored. I know it was hardly any time in real space, but I got sooooo bored in there waiting for James to come back. I was driving Grandpa crazy, stuck in that little office he lives in. I mean, not having to eat or sleep or poop was kinda cool at first, but after what felt like a day of watching nothing but primitive aliens on tv and looking at MPS engineering specs with Leia, I was in need of some space to run around. I needed to go climb a tree or something. Leia was happy to dig into the engineering stuff until her eyes bled, but I needed something else every now and then. Leia had grown immune to my 'bothersome ways' and apparently, Grandpa had not. Eventually he let me go out onto the PMS campus, and that's when I met {Math Formula}, and the others. We got along great, buncha crazy weirdos. They showed me a loads of cool things they'd made, old-school stuff from back when the earth population was split, and some newer stuff like the enfuckulator prototypes. One of the coolest things they'd made was called 'Robo-saurus'. Apparently, back during the split the legal owners of the original old-Earth object went separate ways, so the PMS students made one for each planet. They'd kept the first prototype here as an art piece, like many old prototypes from back then. Robo-saurus shot fire from its mouth, and the claws could smash through things. They had it destroy an old-timey auto-mo-car for my entertainment. Well, it was inspiring , to say the least. First of all, I didn't know about dinosaurs beforehand, and like... holy cow, those things were so awesome! I was mad at my parents for not teaching me about them. Like what the heck mom and dad!? Earth was crazy in the old, prehuman days. You