Battleship Destroyer (106 page)

"Well. How long will it take you to map the fields to compensate?"

"Captain, that takes thousands of shots from each gun and we don't have the time right now and I am at a loss what else to do. I would like to cut power to the new coils to make sure that is the problem. But then if it is, then what?"

"That I don't know Chief. Cut the power and make your tests and I will see what we can come up with." Jack looked out the targeting bubble at
the gun barrel tubes pointing forward from the other 5 turrets circling the torpedo room and back at the barrels of the turret he was in still hanging off to the side then glanced down at the temperature gage at the side of the screen still well down in the green. "At least the barrel tubes are staying cool with the new linings." Turning to look out the side he could see the circle of quad barreled 3inch (2inch) turrets on short towers circling the slopped hull just forward of where the front circle of 16 inch turrets or gun deck 10 would have been on a real Battleship. He wondered if the 3 inch guns now reduced to 2 inch bores where having a targeting problem as well.  But damn they were going to need the strengthened shields inside the cloud.

Shaking his head frowning.
"Well, I am glad you talked me into doing some target practice Chief. Even if it can provide a beacon for the enemy to track us. Check the 3 inch quad gunned turrets while you are at it and the 30 gats." Remembering that the point defense 30mm Gatling guns had been reduced to 20mm making their range equal to the original 3 inch guns and that they could be affected as well. "Test the stern guns as well while you are at it." Slapping him on the shoulder he dropped down to the turret's turntable basket and then down through the hull onto the fixed power deck. He was proud of all the work that had been accomplished but now he was starting to wonder if it was good enough. If they could not hit a battle ship at point blank range, the improvements were worthless and would get them killed. He left the turret and headed down ship to his next urgent meeting.

Hours later
Jack grabbed a hamburger and fries and sat down at the table farthest out on the fin. A million stars surrounded him with the cloud to one side and the ship's hull behind him. The Ensign sat down beside him.  "Fancy meeting you here. You come here often? I hear it is very exclusive here. You have to know the right people to get in."

"Ya it helps being the Captain.
" Shaking his head. "The closer we get to the enemy the worse things get.  The weapons that we have tested do not seem to be working properly and we don't dare test the up graded 16's. I don't want to tip our hat too soon but if I wait too long they may not have time to fix any problems that show up. Then there are the big God Guns. Are they worth all the work and effort we are putting into them since we can't recharge them in the middle of a battle but then we don't have anything else that can penetrate their shield decks if they will even work when they finish with them." Jack felt like he had said a mouth full but not caring if it made sense or not. He was mostly venting anyway. Now hoping the Ensign did not ask him to explain.

"Ah
, I can see why you are trying to penetrate 3 decks." The Ensign said with a smile. "But just having the big guns working for this battle would be a big help especially if we are not sure of the other weapons. They have already reduced them down to 28 inch bores that should have no problem working. Leave it at that for now so we at least have something to shoot with."

"But they can turn so damn fast
with only the 2 or 3 decks this squadrons Battle cruisers have. We may only get a few seconds to shoot at them otherwise." Jack frowned shaking his head. "It is essential we have something that can penetrate those decks."

"That would be nice
Jack but by the looks of it, they won't be done reducing the bores down to 18 inches in time no matter how hard they are trying to speed the crystal growth up in the barrel tubes by pumping the gas up to extreme pressures and raising the temperature of the gas to the core of a star. Not to mention getting the beam feed pumped up to the new temperature without destroying itself.” Shaking her head from side to side as she stared at Jack. “Take what you have and give them time to work out the problems for what you want. Besides they have never pumped these guns up to even this density before. Letting them test the guns at 28 inches now when you need to use them, will make it more likely you will get the guns down to 18 inches later."

"Ok then why
have they not told me this?  Pan said they can do it."

"You are their God Captain. To argue with a God
Captain in their universe is death not to mention that they really want to please you since you are their H.E.R.O. Jack." The ensign smiled across the table as she took a bight of food. Letting that sink in as she chewed and finally swallowed. "Help them help you Jack. Take what they can give you now when it will do us some good. Having the new 28 inch guns with the 8s will make it easier blasting the Spider Battlecruisers in the few seconds you have to attack them before they can turn on us. Besides, do you really want to get into a slugging match with these Battle cruisers when even one hit from them will do so much damage to us?" She batted her eyes at him leaning her boobs across the table using her crossed arms to push them up even bigger at him. "I have been watching you make fast brief attacks out of the clouds and simply disappearing after only a few shots against these guys in the simulator for over a week now. Don't change your tactics now."

Jack continued to eat for several minutes as he
stared out at the stars and the cloud beside them ignoring her breasts until she gave up and sat back to resume eating. They were still a few days from the cloud point Jack had chosen to stop the ship at across the mountain ridge from the entry point of the little transport squadron. He thought he could see the entry point but he knew it was just an allusion but he had the cloud formations around the area memorized by then. Or at least the most resent maps made as the little squadron had approached the area ahead of them.

Finally
Jack tapped his wrist comm. "Pan, could you come see me when you have a few minutes please." Jack looked up at the Ensign and smiled.  "This is the first time I have had to call Pan.  She was usually already beside me when I needed her. But then I have seen little of her since I requested the big spider guns be upgrade. Could be it was a bigger job than I thought."

The ensign smiled. "You know their guns were pretty hot to begin with Jack. Not like our flashlights. Cutting the
ir main gun barrel size in half like they are doing to ours has got to be a major undertaking."

Pan ran into the mess deck compartment breathing hard as she slowed to walk the last few steps and bowed to Jack. "I am at your service Captain Turner." She continued to suck in large chest
and boob expanding breaths as she stood straight with her hands clasped in front of her belly. Her naked boobs expanding out several feet in front of her and back again to disappear into her blouse each time she exhaled.

"My god Pan. Where were you? You did not have to run." Jack said looking at her
bare boobs that kept expanding into big balloons from slits in her loose blouse and then mostly disappear with her heaving chest.

"I was in the God Gun
turret you have designated as number One when you called. We are attempting to upgrade the beam feed for the new bore dimensions." Pan said tight lipped stone faced as she bowed deeply just as she had taken another deep breath. Her boobs practically sweeping the deck.

Jacks mouth dropped open briefly realizing that she had probably ran most of the way. "That is what I wanted to talk to you about Pan." Jack
tried not to stare at her hug boobs retracting again as she let out another long breath then looked away. "Ah. I appreciate what you and your people have been trying to do but I have realized thanks to the Ensign here that I may have asked to much of you. I would like to test your God Guns at the 28 inches you now have them at and worry about reducing them farther later after your people have had time to study the problems more."              Noticing her face suddenly relax as her eyes, lips, cheeks, forehead, ears, eyebrows, nose and everything else that could move on her face as well as her arms dropped slightly as she relaxed her shoulders with the rest of her body no longer as straight as a board. "Ah, we will need those guns in the upcoming battle even if they cannot penetrate 3 decks. My apologies Pan for not taking the time to discuss the many problems concerning my request. Please, the next time I give you an impossible order when I am in a hurry, schedule a time with me to discuss things in more detail."

"Your request was not impossible Captain Turner. Just very difficult with many problems. I will in the future tak
e the time to explain problems in more detail." Pan bowed slightly. "I must explain now in more detail that we cannot stop the growth process at the 28 inches the barrel tubes are at now. At the pressures and temperatures they are at now it will take some 16 hours to slowly cool and reduce the pressures safely. The Barrel Tube size will be around 27 inches when we finally stop the growth. A size that will be able to safely handle the operating power of the beam feed system with the upgrades we have already made insuring the operation of the guns. Operating the guns at this beam power densities will give us the data needed to enable us to salve the many problems with the denser beam with a 99% chance of success when we reduce the bore down to 18 inches later Captain."

"
Ok Pan. Ah, just for curiosities sake, what percentage chance did you have of successfully reducing it straight down to 18 inches?"

"Our engineers do not agree exactly Captain. The estimates ranged from 20% to 50% with the average at 35% success possibility."

Jack rolled his eyes and counted to five. "Pan. Next time be sure you talk to me about little details like this. Especially the little facts like testing or building or scheduling half steps when it will produce a better product or result." Jack shook his head taking another bight of his fries thinking as he chewed as Pan scratched on her little pocket pad held out with her boobs expanding out to the sides past her pad barely leaving her the room to see it between them as she worked.

Pan
finally looked up with what Jack was starting to realize was a smile. "Is there anything else I can do for you Captain?"

Jack
looking up at her and realized she was standing. "OH. A, Pan. How rude of me. Please sit down." Jack turned one of the empty attached swivel chairs around for her to sit in. "Would you like something to eat like a sandwich or a donut or something to drink." Jack pointed to a rating a couple tables away eating a sandwich. Snapping his fingers getting his attention. "Please get whatever Pan would like. Ah, Second Class Evers."

Pan bowed slightly and sat in the offered chair.
"No thank you Captain. I am fine. I need nothing." Turning to face the table and then Jack, she took in another deep breath sending her boobs out to almost touch Jacks chest. Jack could not help looking down his nose at the tits that seemed to protrude even farther almost touching him. They slowly deflated back into her chest as she slowly breathed out. Grabbing them with her hands pulling them back in as she exhaled and continued to hold her hands across her boobs as she spoke. "A, My apologies Captain. I see you are a bit surprised by my lungs expanding my breasts so far. I will try to control my breathing from now on."

"Ah no need Pan. I was just surprised is all. Breath
e as much as you need to when you need to." Jack said trying to keep from smiling.

"You must excuse Captain Turner
, Pam." The Ensign leaned over toward her. "He is just a stupid Horney male of the species. Big breasts are a big sexual component in our mating processes. Men are attracted to them like flies. They have little control over their animal instincts when it comes to big boobs. You may want to start carrying a stun stick around with you if you continue to breathe like that much."  The Ensign said looking at Jack disgustedly.

"Enough Ensign." Jack said. "Pan we are having some problems with the additional shield coils I have had installed on the bow
and stern of the ship. They are making our guns useless. Unable to hit their targets when the coils are activated. Could your people have a look at the problem for me? Oh. Aaa, do we need to test the up graded 16 inch guns. I really did not want the enemy knowing what the 16 inch guns will do at only 8 inches taking it for granted your people would make them work as planed and not blow up or slag the feed chamber throats." Jack stuffed more fries into his mouth.

Pan continued to
breathe, trying to use shorter breaths as she held onto her boobs from expanding as her chest started expanding more than before trying to compensate. Though her boobs kept trying to pop out around her hands each time her chest expanded as her breathing rate continued to slow down as she sat. "No need to test the 8inch guns Captain. Our engineers are quite confident they will pose no problem performing as planned with all the upgrades we have supplied. As for accuracy glitches with the additional shield coils, we should be able to help you there as well as adding additional hard shielding directly to the hull." She let go of her boobs and started scratching on her pad laying on the table. Her boobs only expanding a few inches from her chest and back as her breathing slowly continued to reduce to normal.

Glancing up at Jack
briefly as he glanced again at her much smaller but still expanding and contracting breasts. "My ancestors developed on a world with many volcanic poisonous vents and needed large lung capacity to stay in the poison clouds as well as oxygen starved caves for long periods of time to avoid predators. The males developed sacks under their chins around their necks while the females’ breasts simply grew additional air bags outside the rib cage under the milk glands. If I choose, I can separate the oxygen out of the air over a period of time and store it in my breast sacks giving me the ability to survive for hours and even days without breathing depending on how much activity is required." Turning to the Ensign she smiled again. "To me a male with what you humans would call a huge donut around his neck is sexy. Flat necked humans are disgusting."  Turning back to Jack and bowing slightly. "Forgive me Captain Turner. I will always love you for saving and freeing my people, no matter how impotent you look to me. I know you are a great Captain that I will happily follow to the ends of the universe." She bowed again. “Gladly sacrifice my life at your word.”