Red and green static dances everywhere for a moment, then disappears.
Quiritis mutters to herself “What’s that all about?”
The Ship AI replies quietly, still with a heavy piratical accent. “That be the sounding lead, testin’ the waters.”
“Meaning?”
“Someone looks t’be slippin’ into the harbor, quiet-like, to take us at anchor. Crow’s nest can’t see a thing, fog’s thick, but thar be a splash t’ be heard.”
Quiritis ponders the words a moment. “You think we are under attack?”
The Ship AI is cautious. “Aye, perhaps, lass. But no shots fired yet, an’ we cann’a fire blindly in’t’ fog without knowin’ wha’ sail be thar.”
“What sort of attack?”
“Noises. Pokin’ ‘n prod’n wi’ lightnin’. Gettin’ their magic in’r compasses.”
“Lightning? EM attack, hacking?”
“Aye. Shit-magnet ‘peers t’be on full power, t’is.”
“But they can’t do that at this tech level! Jamming only.”
“Aye. That’s why the crow’s nest is keepin’ a sharp eye, so’s we knows th’ targets well. Then we be clearin’ the decks in a hurry.”
“Can’t you do something!?”
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