Gindane’s research vessel, the Dradfer research, the original meeting between Omerio and the Traders, and the cargo he had transferred.
‘Omerio, my apologies to you for all these questions, as for obvious reasons I do not keep up to date on what is happening. Do you have a specification of the cruiser guns you transferred to their ship?’
Omerio gave a pause as he considered the question and he cautiously replied.
‘The gun design is the latest Vorinne offering and offers a real decrease in weight versus firepower. However I do understand that they have had some reliability problems with the gun.’
Altarebe considered how few Trader ships were in this part of the galaxy as he now cautioned the Barus trader.
‘Omerio, the Traders risk the fury of the Vorinne as do you. Now remember the fate of the Dradfer colonies and you should highlight the risks of their research to your leaders. I think that you can attribute this information to a senior race like the Cephrit.’
Altarebe resumed work on Omerio’s ship as he continued to talk.
‘Also you should ensure you disable your long range sensors, your recording computer, and your cloaking device for now until you return to the other Barus ships. I did not repair your cloak and have jury rigged a repair to your third engine. You have fifty percent thrust in that engine and that should allow you to remain out of trouble. To explain your own survival, just say that the Sspol took an exception to the efforts of the Tilmud and destroyed the two frigates after they cornered you.’
Omerio looked with disbelief at the ship clock as he heard this news, before he gingerly accessed the diagnostics of the now working third engine. He nervously spoke a heartfelt reply to Altarebe.
‘Thank you so much for your assistance as this repair would have taken me days to perform. Can you be more specific as to the risks of the Dradfer research that I can attribute in turn to the Cephrit?’
Altarebe had no trouble in providing this information and an additional warning, with Omerio coughing in distress as he took in the dire details. Altarebe then switched the conversation back to what Omerio had mentioned earlier.
‘Omerio, can I have full copies of all the information we discussed on the Traders, your deal details and this world called Earth?’
Omerio readily agreed and the information was transferred as he began preparations to leave this star system. He now in turn asked two questions of the ancient.
‘So can you make your own repairs to your cloak effectively? And how can I contact you if I discover more information?’
The accented Barus voice gave a hearty chuckle as Altarebe replied.
‘Omerio, thank you for your concern, as I will make the limited repairs I need before I leave this system in a few hours. I will find you when the time is right and you can help in this by monitoring the remote worlds visited by the Tilmud lifter.’
Omerio liked the nature and merit of the reply, and made his gratitude known again as he piloted his ship to the edge of star system.
‘Altarebe, I am in your debt for the rescue, the repair and the information on the Dradfer. Stay safe and no doubt I will encounter you in a remote system in the future.’
After the Barus trading ship left the star system, Altarebe returned to the shadows of the large asteroid and considered the information carefully as the automated systems in his body repaired the cloaking mechanism. Due to the interleaved nature of the new information he made to the only decision available to him and prepared to leave the system. As he left rejoin his father, a massive silver globe two kilometers across rose from the atmosphere of the star systems’ gas giant planet and leisurely followed Altarebe out of the system.
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Chapter 2
Steve ordered that the helicopter deck be cleared, and