saber964 wrote:The reason why I think she'll be short-stopped is because Khumolo and Medusa will really need a resident Treecat at least temporally. IIRC there are currently 3 treecats in the TQ. All of which are on the ships of Second and Tenth Fleets. What would happen if a messenger from one of the liberation groups goes strait to Spindle instead of one of the frontline worlds. Remember Ackenbrandt stopped at Montana because he saw so much of the fleet in orbit and activated a contingency plan but he was bound for Spindle originally. How much harder would've it been to convince Medusa & Co to act if he had not been filtered by Mike and Alfredo before hand.
pappilon wrote:No, they don't. That's already a SOP. Or is it a Standing Order. anybody comes looking for Manty support gets it. However,when Zavala returns with Mr. Firebrand ...
Eagleeye wrote:Assuming Mr. Firebrand aka Damian Harahap is still alive to spill his beans. After all, he went to the clinic in the Gamma-Center, did he not?
And because everything was so rushed, he didn't get the suicide switch programmed nanites (the MAlign's suicide nannies have to be built using the victim's own DNA in order to evade detection by any forensic analysis), although the MAlign thinks he did:
Shadow of Victory, Chapter 17 wrote:He wasn’t entirely happy about the new medical package his employers had provided. He’d seen too many ways in which suicide switches could be rigged even without access to someone’s doctor, and he suspected that his new doctor would have been perfectly happy to do just that. That thought was enough to provoke the occasional bad dream, but they hadn’t really needed any elaborate doctor’s visits to set up something like that. There were much simpler ways to go about it, and he told himself firmly to look at the upside.
If Bardasano was to be believed, the booster to his prolong had just added close to another T-century to his expected lifetime. The ability to see in near-total darkness wasn’t anything at which a field operative was likely to turn up his nose, either. And neither were the repair nanites swarming around his system. Bardasano had demonstrated their efficacy for him by slashing her own palm and then letting him watch as the deep cut closed and began healing before his very eyes. It was almost like carrying his very own regen clinic around with him, although he strongly suspected they violated the prohibitions on self-replicating, broad-spectrum biological nanotech. The times that sort of initially innocuous technology had gotten out of hand were enough to make anyone nervous, but if it was going to be wandering around the galaxy anyway, he might as well get in on it, himself. The oxygen reservoir implanted in his abdomen and the EM spectrum sensors implanted across his shoulder blades were well worth having, as well, and he’d been promised improved anti-disease nannies when he got back, as well. Unlike the repair nanites, they needed to be specifically coded to his own genotype so they could recognize any intruders, and there hadn’t quite been time to get that done before he had to catch his shuttle for his new assignment.
Shadow of Victory, Chapter 43 wrote:“He may not get as deep a look as you’re afraid he will, Father,” Collin said, reaching for his whiskey glass once more. “And even if he does,” he paused to sip from the glass, then smiled coldly, “he did make that trip to the Gamma Center clinic, didn’t he?”
Italics are the author's, boldface and underlined text is my emphasis.
