<h4>Chapter 313 Intercept Course</h4>


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    Tim Cook was feeling very satisfied and putting his wholehearted effort into lobbying. He was infuriated that GAIA had ignored his threatening email, leaving him with no other option than to go all out. For the sake of his career and hispany, he had to ensure that GAIA was removed frompetition and their tech in his hands.


    ...


    Just like that, three days passed and the tankers full of oil undocked and headed out toward China on the shortest route. Their escort ships, two destroyers and six frigates, remained for twelve hours, then followed them at a sedate speed. Though, that was only considering the normal cruising speed of the advanced naval vessels; the two-thirds speed they were sailing at would beparable to nk speed in any other navy''s vessel.


    A week passed and the supertankers slowed further as they approached the pirate-infested waters of Indonesia. With over 17,000 inds in the Indonesian archipgo, stamping out the gue of pirates had been a headache for centuries, and the current day was no exception. If there was going to be an attack, it would happen that day.


    "Captain, our radar is picking up some weird movements on approach at zero six zero knots bearing two four zero rtive to our heading, zero five four nautical miles and closing. Ten pings on the doppler, and sonar''s picking up what sounds like outboard motors. I suspect they''re pirates, sir," said thems officer on the bridge of the lead tanker in the convoy.


    "Comms, confidence?" the captain snapped. The shorthandmunication between him and his crew and the ease with which they worked together showed the effectiveness of their Athena-designed VR training program.


    "90%, sir. We should have visual confirmation in approximately ten minutes, and they''ll overtake us in thirty-seven minutes assuming our course remains steady," thems officer reported"I don''t remember us having any scheduled inspections along our route," the captain said. He knew there was a possibility that the radar signatures may be local patrol boats engaged in a search for pirates or smugglers, but if that was the case, they wouldn''t be on an intercept heading with his convoy.


    "From the pattern and their number, it''s impossible for them to be a patrol. Patrols don''te in waves of a hundred speedboats..." thems officer mused.


    "Pirates!" the captain eximed. Based on the details, that was the only possible conclusion. He turned to hisms officer and ordered, "Report it to our escort.".


    Thems officer picked up his radio and began his report. "Mayday, mayday, mayday, this is the EV Pacific Voyager. We are currently located at 3°07''55.5"N 124°59''35.2"E, bearing three four niner. Radar indicates high probability of a pirate threat, intercept estimated in three seven minutes. Message repeats." He set the radio back in its cradle and flipped a switch to cause their distress signal to repeat. The announcement was repeated for a second, then a third time as they waited for a response.


    But even after waiting for a minute, no response was received and the atmosphere in the bridge of the supertanker grew slightly tense.


    The captain had a suspicion of what was happening. He took the radio from his hip and said, "This is the EV Pacific Voyager. We suspect we have pirates on an intercept course and will have visual confirmation in about six minutes. Our distress signal received no response and I suspect signal jamming is at y. Please respond."


    His short-ranged radio signal was met with silence from the other tankers in the convoy.


    "Comms, signal sh ''change heading zero two zero nk speed''. Helm, in three zero seconds, hard astarboard,e about to new heading zero two zero and all ahead nk. Let''s buy our boys some time to peel these barnacles." The captain sat back in his chair and muttered to himself, "It''s time to phone home."


    Thems officer ordered a radioman to use the ''sher''—a high-intensity floodlight—to signal the second ship in the convoy with the new heading and orders. The signal would be repeated down the line, and the evasive maneuver would be simultaneously carried out by all seven tankers in the convoy.


    Twenty secondster, the helmsman took control of the 1MC and announced, "Ten seconds to maneuver. Brace, brace, brace!" Exactly ten seconds after that, he said, "Coming about."


    (Ed note: 1MC, or One Main Circuit, is an internal announcement system that''s used for the bridge of a vessel to pass critical instructions to the entire ship at once, both belowdecks and topside. If you''ve ever been on a ship when a 1MC announcementes on, you''ll know how impossible they are to miss.)


    The massive supertanker heeled over to port as it made an almost impossibly sharp turn toward its starboard beam and the engine spun up to emergency levels, pushing the insanely huge ship to its nk speed, roughly 125 knots.


    "Although this will buy us some time, the speedboats are probably still going to catch up, eventually. If they can''t, then slow us to three quarters in ten minutes. Let''s bait the fox to catch the hunter. Comms, continue the mayday on frequency cycling, maybe there''s a frequency they missed jamming. XO, you have the conn." The captain left the bridge and headed to his ready room.


    After closing and locking the door, he took his special edition Zeus One out of his desk drawer and said, "Phone home."


    The phone''s assistant immediately connected to the Qms satellite that had been tasked with tracking the convoy and connected directly to Naval Command in Elysium. That wasn''t a feature avable to themercial edition of the phone, which were limited to a Q connection range of 250 meters in order to prevent the batteries from being immediately drained.


    The moment the call connected, he said, "We''re being intercepted by what we believe are pirates. Radio is jammed and I''ve taken evasive action. We''re baiting them out, so there are a few hours, but—"


    He was interrupted by the phone powering down. Even in the military version of the phone, pushing a quantum signal into low Earth orbit was beyond what its battery could bear after a few short seconds.


    But despite being cut off in the middle of his report, he wasn''t worried at all anymore. He left his ready room and returned to the bridge to continue his work as captain of the lead ship in the convoy.