Ajax found Cutter and Ronald waiting for him in the spaceport hanger the next morning. TIL Bonventure had been pulled out into the sunlight and sat apart from the more common designs. She was bigger than the passenger shuttles and prettier than cargo-haulers. As he admired it, he became aware that someplace, someone from an enemy zaibatsu was snapping holo-forms of the sleek, black form waiting on the pad.
“So this is what you didn’t need a test pilot for,” He said and let his face split into a wide grin as Ronald and Cutter approached. “Very impressive, Chief Engineer.”
Ronald patted the black hull. “She’s all ours and we’re gonna do things that’ve never been done before. We could do Avalon in two hops.”
“What’s that?” Cutter said with an irritated, perplexed look. Technicians still scurried around the landing gear making last-minute adjustments.
“Jumps, stops, it’s all the same,” Ajax said and waved a loading team toward the few pieces of gear left in his Banshee. He could frequently guess where people were from by what they called the event. “Everyone has to stop at refueling points along the way or risk a T-O… that’s a terminal overshoot. It’s what happens when you don’t have enough fuel to slow down once you come out of transit. You drift past your aim-point into deep space. Unless there’s a rescue ship around, you could be lost for good.”
Bonventure was tricked out with stealth shrouds over the four engines, stacked two per side, built to absorb IR and reduce her signature. The fuselage, seen from the side, resembled an aerodynamic wedge that tapered to a nose, the command cabin bulging from the upper surface. Between the cargo bays, the undersurface was slightly concave to provide lift.
I wonder how fast I can get her into orbit? Ajax thought as he looked skyward. If the lift-engines were as powerful as had been assured, they would get him up quickly.
“Take care of her,” Cutter said and offered him a hand. “We sent word to Alpha Centauri out a month ago. They should be expecting you.”
Leda smiled contently and embraced him.
"Don’t be gone long,” She said in his ear and gave him an extra squeeze. They walked him to the crew-ladder leading up into belly of the ship. Leaving had always been easy for all of them- a necessary skill in the underworld. Ajax had never known when a cargo would come up, or when Interpol would get a hot tip from an informer. It was not good business to plant roots, but things felt changed, this time seemed different, Leda had thrown him off his balance and suddenly he regretted having to go.
"I'll see you when I get back." Ajax said and he would try to. “I guess whether it’s twelve months or twelve years depends on the company.”
“I’ll still be your liason, if you want me,” Leda said and moved to stand next to Cutter. The engineering crew, led by Devolte, started up the ladder, disappearing through the ventral hatch. “We’ll have a lot to catch up on.”
“Mr. Cutter, you won’t regret this,” Ajax said as the last man was in. He gestured toward the sky. “I guess someone’s still looking out for me.”
“The company believes in you, Ajax. Remember that. It’s all that matters,” Cutter said and took several steps back, away from the exhaust port of the nearest lift engine. “You’ll receive your instructions on your way out of the system. We’ll be speaking again soon, I promise you.”
His command cabin lit automatically up when motion sensors arranged around the compartment detected his presence. He slid over the center console into the pilot’s seat, pulling the 4-point harness down over his head. The snap of it locking into place sent a chill up his spine. The ORACLE prompt flashed from the primary display in the instrument panel, demanding –LOGIN-.
The cordless commo-headset was where he left it, hanging from the headrest on the navigator’s acceleration couch. He stretched out to grab it and lowered it over his crown. Once in place he could hear the chatter of the rest of the small crew, five techno-weenies spouting rude gibberish to each other back in engineering as they completed their checks and buckled in. They would learn to be more civil once a few months had passed in what he called the great “out there.”
“Login Ajax, four-three-zero-five.” He said. The ORACLE traced his voiceprint and compared it to the sample on file. Login accepted… appeared on the PR/DPL and words in a pleasant feminine tone came out of the bridge speakers. "Ronnie, I think I’m ready up here.”
"Engineering is go. All systems in the green." Devolte called back. “No faults detected.”
“Initiate primary startup.” Ajax said and the instrument console began to glow. Switches flashed as systems activated in sequence. TIL Bonventure slowly came to life
-Primary Startup Running- Oracle reported. Red and green anti-collision lights started pulsing on the outer surface. The eight lift-engines began spooling up, reactor driven turbines spinning on super-conducting bearings, powerful enough to lift all five hundred tons of the ship to a hover. The sound of them winding up increased in pitch and volume as more power was applied and they turned faster. The engine temperature LCD emitted a mild signal as the refrigerant pumps cooling the bearings registered an increase. In minutes, all eight engines were humming in synchronicity, the needle on the RPM gauge was climbing into the tens of thousands of rotations per minute.
-Warning. Temperature Spike- Oracle reported as a debris cloud billowed out from around the tripod gear. The engines had reached operational speed. Ajax caught a glance out of the side window at Cutter and Leda, now retreating from the dust thrown up by the engine wash with their hands over her ears. The control cabin was be shielded against sound as well as radiation.
“TOC control, this is TIL Bonventure, requesting departure clearance.” Ajax said. The voice of the spaceport traffic controller came back through his headset almost immediately.
“Clearance granted, Bonventure, your flight plan is on file,” The controller said rapidly. “Wind is out of the southwest at fourteen kilometers per hour, visibility unlimited to orbital transition. NOAA has issued a solar activity warning that should remain in effect for the next two days. All out-system lanes are clear. You are number three in line for transorbital departure.”
"Roger, tower," Ajax replied. Test number one would be if they got off the ground. He settled his hands into the ergonomic flight controls and stretched his fingers out. “Controls set to auto-launch.”
-Launch Cycle Engaged- Oracle replied.
“Ronnie, so tell me,” He called back as the spike on lift-engine RPM’s grew wider and the Bonventure started moving. Part of the automated launch cycle was a hover sideslip into the loading platform hiding the streamlined mag-lev caddy. “Have you ever been thrown away before?”
“Nope… never,” Ronald called back over the intercom. The catapult drew 200 Gigawatts to move each 500-ton shot and several dozen miles of heavy guideway to get it close to Mach 1. Support towers carrying the guideway over the water to dry land were massive and deeply anchored into bedrock. “I’ve always heard it was somewhat distressing.”
