Commander Reed Episode CCXLVII - Excerpts from the Nerf / Koosh War

EPISODE CCXLVII - EXCERPTS FROM THE NERF / KOOSH WAR

"We're going to need more fighter support, sir", the science officer advised, watching the battle unfold before him. Spam squadron was vastly outnumbered by the smaller, agile vessels descending upon them.

"Not necessarily, Mr. Schultz", Reed countered. He reached over the Huckster's shoulder and pressed several buttons, bringing the entire star system into view. "You see, these ships have only a marginal operational capacity which is based entirely on their proximity to and the clarity of the initiatory signal." He looked up to survey the suddenly silent room, and noted with some curiosity that all eyes were on him.

"It's really quite simple, people", he continued, now directing his explanation to the entirety of the bridge. "If we can determine the frequency utilized by the primary Wyzenhymer control vessel, we should be able to isolate the signal, override the programming, and introduce our own command structure." He looked to the science officer for verification, but was met by only slack-jawed disbelief.

"So you're saying that with this technology", VanTedly's awe filled voice piped in from across the room, "we could get Wyzenhymer radio stations?"

"No, Ensign", the Commander replied ponderously. "What I'm saying is...", he clenched his fists in frustration, unable to break it down into VanTedly terms. "Never mind", he muttered gloomily, and returned to his chair.

Number Two stepped silently over to the science officer's station. "Mr. Schultz", he whispered, nudging the Huckster lightly.

Schultz's body jerked as his eyes cleared. "W-What is it, Lieutenant", he muttered, clearly shaken by the ordeal.

"Is what he's saying possible?"

The Huckster paused in consideration before replying. "Not only is it possible, it's a brilliant tactical maneuver." He shook his head in wonder. "And from a most unlikely source."

"Well, I'll get working on it then", Number Two said excitedly, returning to his station.

Schultz watched him go, and took a quick look around the bridge. When he was sure no one was looking, he reached up and wiped away the thin stream of moisture at the corner of his mouth.