Aloha – Still proofreading Haumeah. I thought it would be a good time to bring up more of Debbie’s antics. So for your entertainment, the following is an excerpt from Haumeah. (Boy it’s hard to find a good picture of a space ship tailgating another ship.)
All was quiet for half an hour. Somewhere in the back of Ryder’s mind an alarm went off as he continued to focus on options under the current situation. His sub-conscious was warning him of something. What was it? Then he heard it again, laughter. Not just laughter, but laughter coming from both Debbie and Becky. Suddenly he realized the laughing had been going on sporadically for several minutes. He rose quickly and took the steps two at a time to the cockpit. “What are you two up to?”
“Nothing,” Becky turned bright red.
“Told you we should have shut the door,” Debbie complained.
Ryder looked out the cockpit window, “Are you crazy?”
“Don’t bother me, I have to concentrate to do this,” Debbie complained.
“Tailgating a Haumeahan fighter? I’m surprised the escort hasn’t shot you down.” Ryder’s voice rose.
“Yeah, they’ve threatened to do that three times now, but they can’t.” Debbie laughed a little too loud.
“Why not?” Ryder asked.
“We’re so close that we’d probably blow up the ship in front of us,” Becky responded.
“How close are you?” Ryder asked. “200 yards?”
“Two hundred feet,” Becky responded, “Oops 190, 170, 150.”
Debbie eased off and Becky continued “180, 200, 210.”
“You know, you’re really distracting us,” Debbie snapped. It takes a lot of work to stay this close at this speed without ramming them.”
Ryder silently counted to ten. “Back off!” Turning to Becky he added, “I can’t believe she drew you into this.” He exited and returned to the overstuffed chair, and tried to concentrate on scenarios, but couldn’t calm his mind down enough to work. He returned to the cockpit.
Becky reported as soon as he entered, “Per your order, we’ve backed off to two hundred yards.”
“You still look awfully close,” Ryder complained. “What is the normal appropriate distance?”
Becky looked at her computer screen, “At this speed, close order formation is two miles.”
“Hey look,” Debbie interjected.