#Blueharvest 7 keyed professional
#Blueharvest 7 keyed series

She had the dark hair her surname implied, drawn back in a severe French braid, and was already developing a frown line between her dark blue eyes clearly she took her job as one of the UGN's patrol captains very seriously. Tarquini was a young woman to hold the rank she held assuming she had a normal human lifespan, he would have guessed that she was in her mid-twenties, no more than five or six years out of San Francisco.

After making fast to the starboard entry port, my executive officer and a standard distress response team effected entry at 1017.'ДЄt least she didn't say 'made ingress', Gryphon remarked to himself with an inward wry smile. 'We found this vessel drifting, powered up not under way, and unresponsive to hails. ' Chasseur responded at best speed we were on the scene by 0944,' Tarquini continued. Either way, both officers knew it stood for Emergency Positioning Subspace Radio Beacon, the standard locator technology for starships in distress these last two centuries and more.

#Blueharvest 7 keyed series

She pronounced it as a series of individual letters, as was the fashion in the UGN in the WDF they'd have said ' ep'serb'. 'We received an EPSRB transmission at 0231 hours this forewatch,' Tarquini replied, nodding for him to follow her into the ship's interior. 'Pleasure to meet you, Commander Tarquini. The man she was addressing - stocky, brown-haired, faintly in need of a shave - looked slightly bemused to be addressed with such formality, but his return salute was respectable as he replied, 'Commander Bryce Tarquini, UGS Chasseur.' 'Commander Hutchins,' said the UG officer, saluting. So adaptable had they proven that they were used for all sorts of tasks, both by the WDF and the Royal Salusian Navy - including the capacity this one was now serving in, carrying a fast-response investigator to the scene of an anomalous shipwreck.ДЄ few moments after the Broadsword finished locking on, the airlock ran through its short pressure-on-both-sides cycle, and the inner door opened to admit a single individual in a grey-and-blue WDF field uniform. They were called bombers and carried on the WDF's tactical TO&E alongside such other light spacecraft as starfighters and attack ships, but they were really small gunboats - a more liberal spacecraft taxonomist might have called them corvettes - with a crew of five and heavy weapons for their size.

#Blueharvest 7 keyed professional

She had never seen one of these ships before, and she regarded its lines with a professional interest. Standing at the freighter's portside airlock observation port, a woman in the uniform of a UG Navy commander watched the Broadsword maneuver alongside and lock on. The only regular traffic the system saw was the routine visit from the Royal Astrographic Society's survey vessels, as that august organization carried on its endless cyclical survey of the known galaxy, and that happened no more than once every ten or twenty years.ДЄs such, today might well have been the busiest day in the history of the system, since there were not one but three starships within the heliopause today: the freighter, a United Galactica Navy Patrol Command vessel, and now - arriving in a flash from its miniature spacefold drive - one of the Wedge Defense Force's Broadsword heavy bombers. This was not exactly one of the galaxy's best-traveled areas Arteira was uninhabited and not on any of the major hyperspace routes. Outwardly, the only really peculiar thing about the Kowloon-class freighter drifting in the outer reaches of the Arteira system was that it was drifting in the outer reaches of the Arteira system.