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Odyssey, Chapter 4It had been over a year since he'd last been to Earth, and Chrono was impressed.
They didn't have magitech, and they didn't have a united world government, but it seemed an external threat had motivated them immensely. He'd read the reports, but they hadn't really sunk in until now.
The International Space Station, ignored by the Bradesons in a gesture of contempt, was now the nucleus of a growing network of defensive satellites. Most of them were based on something called the Strategic Defense Initiative, but several were, according to the reports, something entirely new, employing what they'd learned in the battle. The weapons – a mix of mass drivers, bomb-pumped laser cannons, and missiles – would not be enough to beat off a determined, modern force, but they'd set the tone remarkably well: This is our home and we will fight you for every inch of it.
"When these people decide to build something, they don't do it by half," muttered one of the sensor techs. "This might not stop us, but we'd know we'd been kissed. Especially once they finish it."
"'We'd know we'd been kissed.' You've been watching too many of their entertainment programs, Leyland." Chrono shook his head. While most of their tech was, of course, of no value to the TSAB, the resourceful earthers had found a market for their media, and were making a fair amount of money doing so. They couldn't get much of substance for it, of course – as a protectorate, they were subject to TSAB import laws, and the vast majority of TSAB tech and magitech was, of course, far too advanced for Earth to be ready for. Such restrictions were for their own good.
And he had to admit, he liked a fair bit of their music and shows, even if he wasn't sure they were a good influence on the youth of society. But that wasn't terribly important at the moment. They had business to conduct. Checking in with the guardian fleet took a few moments; a call from the Earther's own station command was unexpected but swift. Polite and formal, as they would hardly like to give their protectorate the idea that they weren't respected.
It was almost amusing, the way the Earthers had kept their orbital defense grid targeted on them until their pitiful lightspeed-limited sensors had confirmed they were who they said they were. A plucky bunch. Though what should we expect from the world that gave us Nanoha Takamachi and Hayate Yagami?
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