the Ace sat at the dining table in his lavish quarters. He had just finished
eating his sandwiches, and was sipping at a glass of some of the finest
wine ever made. The wine was also some of the most exclusive - Suculan Hills
grade 1, only available to first-class bounty hunters.
The bounty hunter leaned back in his chair, which automatically adjusted
itself to offer maximum comfort.
And then the Blenheim spoke. “RESULTS OF THE LEVEL-TWO PULSE SCAN
OF THE UNIDENTIFIED VESSEL ARE NOW AVAILABLE.”
Peter the Ace sat up straight. “Excellent!” He got to his feet
and headed over to his plush curved mocha-velvet sofa, wine in hand. “Display
them on my view-screen.”
The large view-screen on the far wall of the bounty hunter’s quarters
faded to life, displaying the results of the scan in numerous text and graphic
forms, and several images. Peter the Ace sat down and examined the results
with great interest.
With a whisper the door opened. Jemima Murma walked in, wearing an ankle-length
white summer dress, and a matching shawl around her shoulders. Her long
bleached-white hair was now tied in a single ponytail down her back. “I
thought you’d like some more wine.” She said, walking round
to the front of the sofa.
Peter the Ace held up his glass. He smiled. “Your proactive manner
is impressive. That’s just what I was thinking!”
The Blenheim’s assistant filled her master’s glass. “You
are so nice to say so. Thank you.”
“No problem.” Peter the Ace said, taking a sip. “Whilst
you’re here, what do you think of that?” He nodded towards the
Jemima Murma looked at all the information. “Hmm… Looks like
a rather old-fashioned design for a star ship. Very basic armour and weaponry
– still effective, though. That energy emitter on the topside appears
to be quite impressive.”
Peter the Ace nodded. “Indeed. That must have been what shot down
the Butt Muffin. Have you noticed something odd about the design; something
that indicates the quality of the mind of the designer?”
Jemima Murma looked again. “No! It isn’t, is it?” She
looked again. “It is! That ship has a Nokyab-Nivec sensor array placed
right in front of an Esultuph propulsion system. They’re completely
Peter the Ace smiled. “Well done! And what does that tell you about
the designer of that ship?”
Jemima laughed. “Only a brain-dead ignoramus would implement such
an obviously critical design flaw!”
“Exactly!” Peter the Ace said, chuckling. “Just what I
Jemima thought for a second. “I guess that means that, so long as
that ship’s propulsion system is active, they can’t detect us.”
“Indeed. At least not with their sensor array, anyway. I do believe
they have spotted us, though.” The bounty hunter operated a few controls
on the console next to the sofa. One of the images on the view-screen zoomed
in, right between the ship’s two large engines. A small round domed
viewport could be seen. A face, long and gaunt, was peering through it.
Jemima Murma made use of her flesh incineration training. “If this
ship had a functioning energy weapon you could burn his face off right now.”
Peter the Ace gulped back the last of his wine and then jumped to his feet.
He handed Jemima Murma his empty glass. “This ship may not have any
functioning energy weapons, but the Baby Blenheim does! Thanks for the idea!”
After kissing Jemima Murma gently on her right cheek, Peter the Ace strode
proudly out of his quarters.