Editing Many Happy Returns
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| − | <span style="color:#800000"> ''''' | + | <span style="color:#800000"> '''''A quiet moment after the storm and Andy was willing to share it with me. Thanks, Andy!--Maer.''''' </span> <br> <br> |
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'''Guest House, Johannsen/Earhart Ranch'''<br> | '''Guest House, Johannsen/Earhart Ranch'''<br> | ||
'''Boros, Georgia (Huang Long) system'''<br> | '''Boros, Georgia (Huang Long) system'''<br> | ||
| − | '''2335hrs, local time''' | + | '''2335hrs, local time'''<br> |
I’d gone to town and bartered a few small repairs for the pencils and paper that now covered the kitchen table. I’d scored a thick roll of butcher’s paper, waxed on one side and left unadorned on the other. It was perfect for the heavy use I put it through, plotting the Smartship program on the ''Exeter''. Or trying to, anyway. I had the deck plan drawn and the wiring I’d tracked blazed crooked red paths right through it. Diagrams sufficed for the systems affected. The sketches and notes I’d taken for the past week lay scattered across the drawing—taken on the fly as I’d made my initial assessment—and I transferred the info where appropriate. Once I had the master plan done, I would take it to Joshua and Nika and work up a reclamation schedule for our ship. Assuming everything I’d drawn was actually correct. It was hard to tell—a ship ''Exeter''’s size did not give her secrets up easily and the only way to be sure was to dismantle her, a state we weren’t willing to risk.<br> | I’d gone to town and bartered a few small repairs for the pencils and paper that now covered the kitchen table. I’d scored a thick roll of butcher’s paper, waxed on one side and left unadorned on the other. It was perfect for the heavy use I put it through, plotting the Smartship program on the ''Exeter''. Or trying to, anyway. I had the deck plan drawn and the wiring I’d tracked blazed crooked red paths right through it. Diagrams sufficed for the systems affected. The sketches and notes I’d taken for the past week lay scattered across the drawing—taken on the fly as I’d made my initial assessment—and I transferred the info where appropriate. Once I had the master plan done, I would take it to Joshua and Nika and work up a reclamation schedule for our ship. Assuming everything I’d drawn was actually correct. It was hard to tell—a ship ''Exeter''’s size did not give her secrets up easily and the only way to be sure was to dismantle her, a state we weren’t willing to risk.<br> | ||
