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 Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 10:15 am
"Out, out," the brown haired girl repeated starting to get a little annoyed at the man's obstinance, "I'm not getting paid by the hour and I don't want you holding up this thing getting finished." She really disliked anything getting in the way of her work, but cocky marines that thought they were being amusing or playful were a particular annoyance.
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 11:21 am
"Interesting. Thank you Cibo. I'll keep an eye on this" The Gynoid responded, tagging the feed in her mind and beginning to follow it. the mission was about ready to launch, and the Hymn would be headed into hyperspace soon.
***
"Jack, move your Butt Outta the chair" Kai chided, giving the Marine a stern look, mixed with a light chuckle. Kai had been saved by the Engies too many times to feel like being mean to them, and he was certain the entire UTR would come crumbling down without them.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 4:12 pm
Sai stepped back, slightly surprised at the sudden approach of the blond-haired marine. "Lieutenant Nakamura," she greeted him softly, looking up at the tall, sexy man with her bright red eyes. Absentmindedly the engineering technician ran a hand through her hair hoping that it looked nice enough, wishing she had spent a little more time combing it after her shower that morning. "I'll be done here in a second," she reported enthusiastically.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 5:53 pm
Sensing the sudden surge of female hormones, Jack suddenly had a compelling urge to get out of the seat.
And to vomit.
Thoroughly creeped out by the whole situation, Jack promptly hopped out of the seat and put some distance between himself and little-miss-creeper. "Yeah... I'ma go... find Hendlow. Yeeeaah...." He quickly walked away from the two, making sure Kai couldn't see that his face looked like he'd just smelled a Drathonian latrine. He felt somewhat nauseated.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 8:01 pm
Lieutennant Nakamura watched bemusedly as Jack got up and moved to the other side of the ship, before looking back to the much shorter Engineer who was attaching straps to the chairs. "Well, Thank you, Miss...?" he responded, searching for her name tag, which seemed to be hidden under the straps she was carrying.
***
Emma made her way into the hangar bay, searching for Steven. Apparently, she was supposed to be in here, though she had no clue why. Steven had said something about something and she hadn't caught the rest, because she spotted a really pretty Nebula outside one of the viewports. ?In any case, she was there and ready for her comander.
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 3:34 am
"Of course Admiral." She respond, half distracted by her thoughts. As cliched as it was, this moment felt like the lull before the storm. The amount of reports and notices Cibo received was starting to taper off at last. Things were getting handled quickly; workers were buzzing away like bees with everything slowly getting squared away. Of course, not everything was going to be tidied up right away....they were only Terrans. And the natural thing most people do when bored was to either do something in the physical world to alleviate it, or get lost in thought. She opted for both. As she scanned her screen for interesting tidbits, checking on ship status and so on, she thought hard. They said she was to receive some certain information on dear Admiral Evelyn. Obviously, quite a few people, or at least a few of the ones that mattered, disagreed with the idea of an A.I. handling the only Dreadnought on the fleet. It was even outlandish, the stuff straight out of science fiction! Cibo mentally face-palmed herself and actually turned red. The phrase, "The future is now." briefly rang in her noggin. Of course an A.I. was to be used. Back to the topic. If she...locked her out, what would happen next? Obviously, It was the only thing capable of utilizing the ship to it's full potential. If It became a little Rampant, Cibo would have to do what they'd want. "No. That's too dangerous. Maybe even stupid. We'd be good as dead. If something drives It over the rocker, it'd be something big." Cibo thought. Instead, there had to be a way to keep It from going that far down the proverbial creek....there had to be! It looked like a Terran. It acted like a Terran. Did it think like a Terran? It's mental architecture and thought processes had to be made something like a person's...."Right?" If that was the case, Cibo should be able to understand It's chain of thoughts, maybe influence, even manipulate It the way they taught her to. If not, at least to some small an extent. To make sure, she'd have to start somewhere....
"Umm, Admiral?" Cibo slowly asked. "We have some time before things pick up, and I was wondering." She paused for a moment, hesitant. "Well, what was it like? You know, when you were little. You, you know what I mean right?" Inside, Cibo prayed she wasn't rubbing the Admiral the wrong way. It as a necessary rubbing, but still. A Terran was one thing, but a quantum computer A.I. in control of what was perhaps the most powerful battleship in the Terran fleet was quite another. Cibo's thoughts wandered a bit, and she briefly wondered how much stronger Evelyn was. Could she snap necks too? Maybe play with people like rag dolls? Dolls...that brought back happy times!
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 3:14 pm
"Hinoki, sir," Sai responded promptly, dropping the bag of straps that covered her name patch. "Private, First Class," the young girl responded, with a salute before stooping down to pick out a strap from the satchel.
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 4:26 pm
Frank Lumes toiled away on the Drathonian transport's weapons. He was inside his own bubble unaffected and uninterested by everything around him. Everything had faded away. To Frank, all that he noticed was the ship and his datapad who occasionally chewed off his ear from time to time.
Frank had his head buried in an access panel near one of the wings. He was making some key adjustments involving power output and such, trying to his best ability to make everything run as efficient as possible. The Drathonian weapons on the transport where similar to most of the technology he is used to working on. With zen like concentration, he worked...
'No, Frank you are over-doing it again. Do I have to remind you once more what will happen if the ship would leave with some of it's systems operating outside of normal Drathonian parameters?'
Frank responded with a simple, "No." and kept working. Stacy, the S.S.W.D.D chimed in any way. 'The the Drathonian's were to scan the ship and detect abnormalities in the power output of the weapons systems the ship would seem very suspicious. You would endanger the life of the entire crew and jeopardize the mission.'
"I know, I know." Frank said sounding very annoyed. A few more seconds of silence between the two passed before Frank did anything else. "Fine, I will change it back. I am not too happy about it though." Frank made the changes and closed everything up...
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 4:30 pm
"Well, Thanks for making sure this tub is safe for us squishy terrans, Private Hinoki" Kai responded, returning the salute a little sluggishly, as he was weighted down by the fairly large amount of equipment that had been assigned to him and all his men for this mission.
***
"What do you mean when I was little? I remember when they first activated my programming. I didn't have a body then, I was just an entity on a computer. It was at once very free and very restricting. When they finally designed a body for me, and I was uploaded, it was disorienting, despite all the simulations I had been run through, but as you can see, I've gotten the hang of it." Evelyn smiled at Cibo, seemingly amused that the woman was curious about her. "What about you?" the gynoid asked "How was it getting more than 3 months in which to grow up?"
***
Frank's and Sai's communicators would suddenly spring to life, with a message from the Hangar manager "Allright kids, finish up real quick, Command doesn't want you to be messing with that ship while we're in FTL" his voice chided, before cutting off. A timer buzzed, signifying it was only minutes until the ship would depart towards the Perrennia system, along with its battlegroup.
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 6:16 pm
Raji had spent the last couple weeks frequenting the bridge to get some face time with the Admiral. She entered then, conveniently entering after the tidbit about Evelyn having spent her childhood as a computer program. Though it was common knowledge within the fleet that the Admiral was a cyborg, Raji had managed to remain completely oblivious to the fact. She didn't get out much. At the moment she was particularly bored by the fact that the upcoming mission would leave her with nothing to do.
"Hello, Admiral," she said, leaning against a railing near the commander's seat. "Preparations for the mission are going well, I assume? Or does your aide just ignore her duties in favor of chatting?" she said with a tinge of sarcasm, noting how productive Cibo looked at the moment. From what she'd been able to gather from the woman so far, Raji was pretty sure there was something wrong with her. Raji was currently considering the possibility of schizophrenia.
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 8:20 pm
To Cibo, it was quite shocking. She simply never thought of her life that way. Hell, it was likely very few people did. How was having more time in one's life, or less for that matter, make someone different from everyone else? Would that difference even be meaningful? The time spent could....no. She couldn't think of anything that would be satisfactory right now. For Cibo, her job had always concerned knowing another person's life intimately, and using that to bend them whichever way the UTR wanted. Time was running short. She knew this. She had to say something or else she'd look more awkward than usual. Her hands continued to type on, her eyes scanning the reports ever vigilantly, as though they were being lead by a computer's daemon. In reality, most of her thought was centered on this conundrum,"Well, I think that..." Cibo never got to finish her sentence. That woman she'd met on a few occasions, a pilot by the name of Raji Sedhik, spoke, and poked at her. The sarcasm was lost on Cibo, and she shifted from her cheerily thoughtful manner. Raji dared to suggest that she was slacking off? She was working diligently towards both assignments she had been given by those Higher Up. "I am certainly not ignoring my duties, thank you very much." she replied sternly. As much as Cibo's voice sounded menacingly cold like liquid hydrogen, those who knew her could easily tell she was rather embarrassed, even if it was for no reasonable reason. There was a hint of pink in her cheeks, and she straightened her back a little more. "I have you know, right now I'm forwarding a more detailed topographical map of the SeFlaurind home world to the landing party, as well checking the specifications on the SeFlaurind ships prior to being subjected by those filthy lizards!" She paused her speech, only to become even more embarrassed, this time, due to her own little outburst.
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 10:26 am
Jumping a little at the communicator beeping, shocking her out of her little fantasy, Sai replied to the manager. "I'll be out in half a minute," she reported in. "Sorry sir," she apologized to Kai as she finished up her job, bolting the straps onto the rest of the seats and leaving the shuttle.
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 2:20 pm
Being a demolitions expert meant carrying a different equipment loadout when the time came for missions. So while everyone else was bogged down with an excessive number of firearms, Hendlow was backpacking a number of explosives to replace the S/GUR rifle and the numerous extras that were to be given to their possible allies. As he was about to board the ship, Jack was exiting. Seeing his expression, the Lieutenant dared to ask, "What's up, Jack?"
Arcadia was squatting atop her Scimitar, slowly scanning it to make sure the paint job was everything she had hoped for. As was custom for the pilot, a cup of piping hot black coffee was held in her left hand as she made her perusal of the fighter's exterior. She seemed quite focused on the task at hand, although in all truthfulness her mind was venturing through the past.
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 3:36 pm
Placing the duffel on the ground, Adrian Gorefowl watched the captured Drathonian Ship being filled with troopers. Pulling the scope from his S/GUR-01-A1 Rifle, “Sugar” for short, he scanned the compartment for any sloggers he knew well. While he recognized some faces, he didn’t know any of them very well and Tern was definitely not among them.
Leaning on the catwalk’s railings he shook his head, when the demo-man was ready to continue the project he would show up. Leaning over the duffel, Adrian rolled one of the prized components of the two friends’ project out of the way, before he could pull out the chunk of bread and a packet dried meat. Chewing thoughtfully on one of the tough sticks of meat, Adrian shrugged, while the tops said it was unnecessary it was always nice to have a stock of something besides plain rations.
As a buzzer announced that the his fellow soldiers would soon be leaving, the lone trooper on the catwalks thoughts turned to how perfect the hangar would be to training a Goshawk and as he swallowed the last of the bread he began to wait.
{{Edit: Hope what I posted in the OOC clears up the Goshawks for you Teddo.}}
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 4:24 pm
Jack huffed a grunting laugh at the name pun. Nobody had said that to him since he was a kid. Of course, not many people in prison had a very good sense of humor. Not that many of them ever talked to him, for that matter. "Oh, not much. I'm not sure whether to laugh or feel sick," he said, cutting himself short as Sai rushed past him out of the ship. Once she was out of earshot, he threw a nod in her direction. "Little Miss Engy there was all hot for Kai. Heheheh..." He gave Garrett a friendly smack on the shoulder and stepped back into the ship.
Raji let out a playful, tinkling elven laugh. Cibo was definitely deadly serious beneath the surface, but Raji just found it impossible to take the woman seriously. She was too amusing to take seriously. "Yes, those terrible, filthy lizards," she said mockingly, pouting her lips, "I just hope ever-so-much that we can free our fellow sapiens from their terrible, oppressive subjugation. Those icky lizard men must be awfully unpleasant to be around. I just can't stand their smelly fish breathe." She twirled a lock of hair around her finger absently, clearly deriving some amount of sadistic pleasure from all this.
[[and wtf is a Goshawk?]]
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