Hush Hush, they musn't know...(A4)

[TemporaryParadox]

Winston saluted back. Surprised a navigator would carry such a thing, but ignored it considering he brought a rock with him.
He was caught off guard by the sudden yelling. "Erm, well. About the gun, it's enemy tech. We had to rip it out their hands. Literally. This stuff draws electrons out the environment and fires them. And your blade? Is it around the contract, or is it a decoration?" He was looking for a map to see where weapon supply was.

Winston Helpings, cannon fodder
For the better of all

[KOS_MOS89]

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⋮▆ ↓ Ilyria「 ♛: Sharp
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xWHO IS THAT GIRL I SEE?
xxxx〖 ♔ 〗Staring straight back at me?
xxx⋮↺ Why is my reflection someone
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xxxxxxxxxWho I am
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx ↳ Though I've tried ↴
xxxWhen will my reflection show
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx (who i am ) ＩＮＳＩＤＥ?

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✡ Ilyria looked at the ship with her violet colored eyes. They reflected so many things within them such as hope and happiness. With a determine set to her jaw, she hefted her medic bag and personal belongings over her shoulder. She made her way to it and with a shaky breath she entered the ship. She knocked as she entered before calling out with uncertainty in her voice. "Hello? Ilyria Sharp reporting for duty." She looked around, her white hair framing her face as she looked about. She could tell she was in the cargo bay at least.

She called out again before shrugging and beginning to wander around. She found the med bay and with a pleased noise she began to unpack. She checked out their supplies and let out a whistle as she saw how well stocked they were. "Wow, we won't need anything for a LONG time." It didn't take her long to have her personal belongings stored away before she began to look around some more. Curiosity got the better of her and she began to look around the ship some more, trying to find any other people.

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[TemporaryParadox]

Winston was on his way to weapon supply when he saw the purple iris of the nurse. He gave a half assed salute and brought up. "Winston Helpings, armed escort. We have our scientist, and navigator in the control room." Before passing by her, in a slightly lower voice he mentioned. "The navigator... Might be a little stressed. Keep an eye on him." He didn't like talking behind people's backs, but he thought. 'We're all professionals here. Not a couple of middle school girls.'

The more advanced we are,
the more barbaric we seem.

KOS_MOS89

[KOS_MOS89]

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⋮▆ ↓ Ilyria「 ♛: Sharp
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xWHO IS THAT GIRL I SEE?
xxxx〖 ♔ 〗Staring straight back at me?
xxx⋮↺ Why is my reflection someone
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xxxxxxxxxWho I am
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx ↳ Though I've tried ↴
xxxWhen will my reflection show
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx (who i am ) ＩＮＳＩＤＥ?

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✡ She jumped at the sudden appearance of the man and saluted back at him. She smiled at him as she clasped her hands behind her back. "The navigator huh? Thank you for the advice Mr. Helpings. I am Ilyria Sharp, medic." She waved with her fingers before making her way to the bridge. She peeked in like a child trying to sneak around.

She saw the people standing inside before she cleared her throat. "Um, hello. Ilyria Sharp reporting for duty." She spoke softly and timidly as she entered the bridge. Her fingers fidgeted behind her back as she waited to be acknowledged. She shifted from the front to the back of her feet like a child. She let her eyes wander around as she hummed a little tune to herself.

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[RLRLR]

Logan Jericho, The Manipulator, the Spy, The Eccentric, The Villan...?

Logan noticed their lack os significant reaction. How boring that seemed. Regardless, however, Idolum had replaced his blade, before saluting them both in a rather odd fashion and change of behavior. He gave his name, calling himself the "best" navigator there was in the general area. With that, he moved to his place and started the ship's systems. Logan turned, glancing over the crontrols again, while the navigator told them where the others were, other then the medic and Archeologist. That must have meant they were near the ship. He then noted about the soldier's weapon, which was odd, given that it was clearly beyond the technology held by the normal troops. Then out of nowhere, the pilot yelled at...whoever...for no apparent reason.

The soldier, meanwhile, admitted his gun was enemy technology. Logan would have to keep in mind, the potential danger that could pose to him if he was ever found out. The soldier left the room a short while later. Then, moments later, a young woman entered, with pale hair and purple eyes. She greeted them both, after clearing her throat. Logan turned to face her, smiling towards her now. She hummed to herself and he responded back. "Greetings, Ms. Illyria. Please, call me Logan Jericho. May I ask your position?"

[0Jason Voorhees0]

It has become appallingly obvious

that our technology has

exceeded our humanity

Albert Einstein

Idolum Cursiamen, The Navigator Can you hear my training, this is its sound: Beautiful Wings

Idolum turned to see the medic. "Nice to have you aboard. This ship is equip with a transporter of instant speed. It is meant for the medical part of the ship. If you need supplies then please type it in with the keyboard." Idolum told her, "Not even out enemy has this tech. They can't hack these systems either. This is one of the original ships that colonized this area." He turned back to his duties.

"I am glad I can talk to the machines or I wouldn't know any of this." He thought aloud as he began to run system scans. He noticed that the engine was working at only twenty percent capacity. He sighed heavily. "The graviton matrix in the ship's engine is blocked by an antimatter blockage in the feed tubes. I think one of the force fields needs reset." He said turning to Logan, "Can you do a manual reset Logan. I would be willing to walk you through it if you do no know how to do it."

The real problem is not

whether machines think,

it is if men do.

B. F. Skinner

[WhiteDragonLady]

Skai Heart appraoched the ship that she would be sharing with others. SHe placed a hand on the wall of the cargo area and closed her eyes. She smiled when she felt the excited energy there. She removed her hand and headed deeper into the ship, pausing when she heard the voices. She hesitated before poking her head in to find another female and three other males standing there. "Oh, hello. Skai Heart, on board and reporting for duty." she said, stepping into the light.

So these were the people she would be teaming up with. She hiked her bag higher up on her shoulders to a more comfortable position. She watched them carefull, assessing them to see if they were trustworth or not. She didn't trust people easily and this time was no exception. She had to be careful with what she shared with who. She didn't want her secrets going to a spy who could use it against her. That would be very bad, not to mention dangerous. For her at least.

[KOS_MOS89]

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⋮▆ ↓ Ilyria「 ♛: Sharp
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x x x x x( x M E D I C x )
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xWHO IS THAT GIRL I SEE?
xxxx〖 ♔ 〗Staring straight back at me?
xxx⋮↺ Why is my reflection someone
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xxxxxＳＯＭＥＨＯＷxＩxＣＡＮＮＯＴxＨＩＤＥ
xxxxxxxxxWho I am
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx ↳ Though I've tried ↴
xxxWhen will my reflection show
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx (who i am ) ＩＮＳＩＤＥ?

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✡ Ilyria smiled timidly before waving with her fingers. "I'm the medic. Oh hello there." She turned to the other female with a smile as she began to examine the navigator. He didn't seem overly stressed but the only way to be certain would be to talk to him or watch him. She began to nibble on her lower lip as the more crowded the room got so did her anxiety.

She took several calming breaths before she moved closer to the navigator. If she was going to figure him out she might as well be close enough to observe him. "So tell me Mr. Navigator how exactly do you talk to machines?" Her voice held a child-like quality and was very innocent sounding as she focused on her feet.

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[0Jason Voorhees0]

It has become appallingly obvious

that our technology has

exceeded our humanity

Albert Einstein

Idolum Cursiamen, The Navigator Can you hear my training, this is its sound: Beautiful Wings

Idolum turned to the medic again. "If I knew that, people wouldn't call me a schizo. I take it you have seen my psychological profile then." Idolum did not know about the gps chip his parents installed in his brain. It was because of that, that he could hear the machines. It had fused with his brain due to the type of radiation on this planet. He stood up and looked at the Archeologist.

"It is odd, you wear so little clothes. Do you not try and protect your skin from the elements of weather?" He asked the archeologist. He let out a heavy sigh. "It seems I am the only one on this ship that is competent." He thought to himself. "You shall find out human. Most importantly, are you the only one that can find the life-giver?" The ship asked him. "Great they can read my thoughts too..." He said with a sigh of annoyance.

The real problem is not

whether machines think,

it is if men do.

B. F. Skinner

[TemporaryParadox]

Winston had found a nice little hiding spot for the enemy tech. The countless hours taken to reverse engineer and adapt for a footman like him. He returned, without the weaponry that hung on his back. "Did somebody come aboard? I heard a new voice." He saw another woman in some, liberating clothing. He was trained to keep his eyes in front of him, and did just that. "Winston Helpings. Private first class. Armed escort." He gave a sloppy salute.

[RLRLR]

Logan Jericho, The Manipulator, the Spy, The Eccentric, The Villan...?

Logan glanced to Idolum. The fool. He knew nothing of the progress of his enemies. Logan was then asked to reset the fuel system's force fields. "Very well. I'll be right back. I am already familiar with the systems. It's a simple task." He turned and stepped to the controls beside the navigator. His hands gently moved to the controls. He began typing on the keyboard at high speeds. In moments, the electromagnetic fields driving the antimatter was reversed, directing it back into the storage, while he diverted power from the force fields in the tubes. He then adjusted the strength and direction of the fields and reformed them.

Finally, he once again reversed the electromagnetic fields so the antimatter was moving in the right direction. He did this all within a minute. He glanced back, hearing as a young woman came in, stating her name. The medic greeted herm before speaking to the Navigator. Logan turned, glancing between the two women for a moment, with a calm face, and a light smile. Whether this was real or not, it was impossible to tell. The medic mentioned Idolum's "hearing" of machines, and Idolum showed no signs of deception towards this, which meant he really did believe this preposterous idea. Unfortunately, he had the gal to critique Skai's choice of clothing. Twas her choice what she wanted to wear, at least within the ship. Outside the ship and cities, they were generally advised to wear protective suits in general, given the potential dangerous that lay outside. Then, the soldier introduced himself.

[0Jason Voorhees0]

It has become appallingly obvious

that our technology has

exceeded our humanity

Albert Einstein

Idolum Cursiamen, The Navigator Can you hear my training, this is its sound: Beautiful Wings

Idolum watched Logan mess with the settings. After he was done Idolum hit his own head against the desk. Soon after the ship powered down. "Okey, I will do a MANUEL reset. not a regular one. The damn tubes needed purging first. And now you overloaded the ******** engine. Nice going dumb-a**." Idolum practically shouted in Logan's face. He began to grumble angrily as he left.

It took him about five minutes to get to the engine room and find the valves and pipes needed. He sighed as he pulled one of the filters out after he closed the pipe. He exchanged the filter so the force field would be held up correctly. He pulled on the leaver to purge the antimater in the engine and put it back into the containers. He turned the valve so that it was back open. He repeated the process on the other side as well. He then turned the engine back on.

He made his way back to the helm after about a half hour of fixing the engine. He sat back at his post and ran another scan. "Perimeters are within okay settings." He said in a mildly irritated voice.

The real problem is not

whether machines think,

it is if men do.

B. F. Skinner

[KOS_MOS89]

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⋮▆ ↓ Ilyria「 ♛: Sharp
x x⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯
x x x x x( x M E D I C x )
x x↓.♛; P T S D x x↓.♛; M P D

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xWHO IS THAT GIRL I SEE?
xxxx〖 ♔ 〗Staring straight back at me?
xxx⋮↺ Why is my reflection someone
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I don't know xxx I don't know xxx I don't know
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I don't know xxx I don't know xxx I don't know
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I don't know xxx I don't know xxx I don't know
xxxxxＳＯＭＥＨＯＷxＩxＣＡＮＮＯＴxＨＩＤＥ
xxxxxxxxxWho I am
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx ↳ Though I've tried ↴
xxxWhen will my reflection show
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx (who i am ) ＩＮＳＩＤＥ?

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✡ Even though he wasn't yelling at her his voice scared her. With a small sound of terror she ran and hid behind the other girl. She peeked out from behind her. "I don't like yelling...could we please stop?" She knew it must be a sight for her, a grown woman, to be hiding behind another just because of yelling. When things quieted down she moved from behind her and flushed a pink color.

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[TemporaryParadox]

Winston had seen it. The confusion and danger Idolum had unleashed. This is before they left the ground too. Now they had to search for lost who-know-whats out in space. "I've seen men strapped to a chair for weeks in a happier mood." He wanted to say something much more inappropriate, like 'I've seen people happier with a 12 foot spike up their rear.' Winston decided to talk to Idolum later. He didn't want the man piloting the ship to accidentally set course for a black hole because of a little stress. In fact he's seen decorated teams crumble due to a lack of communication and trust. He set out to repair the emotional damage. "Don't sweat it Logan. Humans error is the least of our problems." Winston doubted if this would fix anything. "And don't worry. I'll... Talk to him. Try to make him ease up on the yelling." He was looking at the medic. Her weakness reminded him of a small animal, one he'd want to protect. Of course this situation was sensitive. A few wrong words and the whole mission over before it begins.

OOC: Original post was a little small.

[RLRLR]

Logan Jericho, The Manipulator, the Spy, The Eccentric, The Villan...?

Logan had purposely turned off the ship's engine the moment he finished, making Idolum go off. Logan lightly made a few adjustments while Idolum was gone. He acted to prevent back-hackings, and lower the ship's digital defenses. Lastly, he programed an internal trojan virus into the system, set to activate on his whim. While the medic cowaered to Idolum's reaction, Logan turned, sighing, keeping it impossible to tell he had done anything. He glanced to Winston, his face surprisingly calm for the situation. "It's fine, Officer." He walked towards the medic now, and smiled to the Medic in a calming manner,. even as she hid behind their other female member. He told her, "I apologize for the scene. Everything should be fine."