Kelly gave the order and the ship smoothly accelerated to many times the speed of light. He called back to engineering and got a report that all was still well within tolerances.
LT Dahlens acknowledged the report and gave clearance for a full speed test. Kelly gave the order and watched the FTL meter on his display climb to FTL Power 4, FTL Power 5, and then to FTL Power 6. It felt no different than FTL Power 1. The indicator continued to climb slowly until it stopped at FTL Power 6.6.
Kelly called for a status check from engineering and a jubilant Chief Miller came back, “Sir, she’s purring like a kitten. There was not so much as a spike while she climbed through the numbers. I believe we just set a speed record for a Fleet ship, Captain.”
Kelly let the ship run for 30 minutes and said, “ Helm, bring us down to 0.9 c.”
The helmsman backed off the speed control and the Vigilant smoothly coasted down to just below light speed. He answered, “We are below light speed at 0.9 c, sir.”
Kelly looked at his display and ordered, “Helm, all stop. Sensors, report all contacts. Engineering, report status.”
Helm answered, “All stop, sir.”
Sensors answered, “Conducting a sweep, sir. Sensors report all clear, sir.”
Chief Miller reported all systems normal.
“Helm, turn us around. Line us up with the reverse of the course that got us here.”
When the ship was lined up on the new course, Kelly turned to LT Dahlens and asked, “What will happen if I punch it? What happens if I take us to FTL Power 6 as fast as I can?”
LT Dahlens turned to LTJG Cortez. “Connie, it’s your design. What do you think will happen?”
“I think she’ll run like a scalded cat, sir.”
Kelly turned to Chief Blankenship and said, “Sound battle stations. Sound the collision alarm, Chief.”
People all over the ship hunkered down in their seats. Those off watch ran to their battle stations. The helm and navigator tightened their harnesses.
Kelly looked around at the orderly chaos, waiting for battle stations to be reported from all sections. As the last report came in, Kelly ordered FTL Power 6. The compensators and artificial gravity increased power to keep everyone in their place. The helmsman called out the numbers as they came and went. The Vigilant topped off at FTL Power 6 in 23 seconds. LT Dahlens let his breath out in a rush. Kelly laughed.
“What’s the matter, Lieutenant? Didn’t you trust your own handiwork?”
“Oh, I trust what my people did. I just didn’t necessarily trust what the original shipyard workers did. I’m glad they built a good, strong ship. I never figured any captain would do what you just did. That was a lot of stress on the hull, sir.”
“It may save my life and all on this ship someday. I had to see what would happen. Lieutenant, do you need to conduct any more tests or are we done?”
LT Dahlens responded, “You’ve exceeded all my requirements, sir.”
Kelly said, “Well, thank you and your crew, Lieutenant. Navigator, lay in a course to Antares Base. Helm, bring us to FTL Power 5. Secure from general quarters, and take us home.”
The short trip back to Antares Base was uneventful. LT Dahlens said his goodbye to LTJG Cortez. She would transfer to the Vigilant as soon as they got back and the order was cut.
Kelly turned the conn over to Chief Blankenship and made a quick tour of the ship. He picked up a cup of coffee and some cookies from the galley as he made his way back forward, then took his seat and watched his bridge crew at work as they approached Antares Base and landed. Now, with a full crew, he could plan his work ups and make this ship his own.
Workups went smoothly, almost effortlessly. Kelly thought he would have a lot of difficulty getting the crew to gel, what with the crew changeover as Kelly took command, but his chiefs had other ideas. They worked separately to get their individual sections in shape and then worked together toward a cohesive whole. Newly arrived Chief Josiah Johnson, the new sensor chief, increased sensor efficiency and won a bet with Chief Blankenship. His years as the senior sensor instructor at the Fleet Sensor School were put to good use.
Kelly put his crew through its paces in five days. Around the clock drills sharpened the crew’s responsiveness. Every crewmember could work not just his or her own job, but also the job of the person next over and the person above in the chain of command.
There were a few humorous moments, such as one unexpected call to general quarters, when one of the female members of the damage control party showed up on the bridge to deal with a simulated leak wearing just a towel. It snagged on a panel almost immediately and dropped off, leaving her in just what nature gave her. Undeterred, she finished her simulated repair and received a standing ovation from the bridge crew. She donned her towel, bowed deeply, and left the bridge with Chief Blankenship hot on her trail.
Kelly had the crew practice skills that had kept them alive in K’Rang territory. He had them make multiple FTL jumps from one arm of a local nebula to the other. His goal was to be at FTL power one by the time they left the near nebula arm and be at dead stop within the destination nebula arm’s cloud.
He found an asteroid field and met two training goals. He had his helmsmen, in turn, pull over an asteroid, land quickly and softly, lift off again, and do it again. He had them do it over and over, until they all did it to Kelly’s satisfaction.
The gunners practiced firing on small asteroids, from stationary positions and while moving. Kelly timed all gunners to see how quickly they dispatched the targets, until he was satisfied with their performance. He then picked larger targets and had the nose gunners fly and point the ship onto the targets, then fire on targets with just the nose rail guns and with the combined nose guns and turrets locked forward. He didn’t forget the tail guns, designating targets for the tail gunner to take out.
He practiced with the tractor beams to see how big an asteroid they could pick up. He moved asteroids around and even engaged in asteroid bowling. The Vigilant used it against the K’Rang during the New Alexandria campaign, so Kelly didn’t feel guilty about having a little fun.
He taught his gunners the finer points of off-axis shooting, and had his nose gunners practice flying the ship and pivoting the ship away from the direction of travel, to engage targets parallel to their direction of travel. That was also a tactic used against the K’Rang. While it was mainly a fighter tactic, the Vigilant was nimble enough to accomplish it, too.
Kelly tested out the galley’s ability to prepare food during combat conditions by giving them a specific menu to prepare while gunnery drills were being conducted. Cookie did a superb job, splitting the meal and cooking half in the traditional way and half in the replicator. He challenged Kelly to pick which was which. Kelly couldn’t tell the difference.
Kelly conducted a mass casualty drill to test Doc Kumar’s ability to function in a combat setting. He had coordinated with the Antares Base Hospital for combat casualty symptoms and pinned them to random crewmembers. Kelly sent two or three crew at a time to sickbay with wounds or burns or radiation sickness. Rajna came through professionally and calmly, correctly diagnosing, triaging, and treating each case.
The Vigilant was ready for combat two days ahead of schedule. Kelly would work out any other issues on the transit to their patrol zone. He prepared to give the crew two days liberty in appreciation for a job well done.
Kelly felt LTJG Cortez would quickly grow into the job as XO. Her experience in the repair and refit directorate gave her a good feel for the ship. He got a kick out of her shaking as she took over the helm position, but settling down as she got a feel for the ship. She had good intuition, like Kelly, and always seemed to be in the right place at the right time to stop potential problems before they occurred. She was a far better cook than Kelly was. Best of all, she relieved Kelly of a ton of extra duties. Kelly was a happy captain.
Kelly called LTJG Cortez into his office for “the talk.” Kelly had gotten it twice, once as a fighter pilot and once as XO of the Vigilant. He thought he had it memorized by now. It was Connie’s turn. He called her into his ready room and had her sit down. He noticed she was sitting at attention and he told her to relax.
“I want to tell you a little bit about why we’re out here. I know it’s not taught well enough in the Academy. It’s important to know why you may be asked to put your life on the line way out where the stars are few and far between.”
“I know you learned about the Milky Way in Astrography. I’ll bring you up to date, but first let me cover a little history. You know the Milky Way is a bar spiral galaxy and Earth’s solar system is in a small spiral off of the
