Shattered Planes Archives (Seasons 4 & 5)
Uncharted Space => Other => Topic started by: Admiral Regis Hermitage on February 10, 2012, 11:39:30 PM
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The ISAF Death Waltz and its defense contingent traveled through no man's space somewhere near the Apex. The Cruiser and its defense ships were awaiting the return of Mark Tepper and any Intel he had regarding the investigation. Tepper's daughter, Siphire, sat in the command bridge chatting with one of the Comm officers when she saw something abnormal on the comm screen.
"Hey, LT." she asks him. "Is that what i think it is?" she asks as he spins around to see the following message.
<<<Beacon Found>>>
<<<IFF Confirmed- ISAF, 7 EDF, Cruiser, Clubbed to Death.... Tier 1 Asset.>>>
<<<Transmitting location... Elapsed time: 00:00:01>>>
"Whoa... Get Rear Admiral Cole here." he calls out.
"What are the odds of another ISAF EDF in the plane at the same time as us?" she asks him.
"0, ma'am. We are the first to go in. The Clubbed to Death is listed as MIA in the database." he answers.
"Who did it belong to?" She asks.
"The 7th EDF... It was listed MIa after it was stolen by... lets see here... Major, Lucien Rychart and his unit after he murdered its Admiral. He and his crew deserted." he reads off the creen.
"Hmm... Where is it." she asks.
"Somewhere near the... wait it changed locations."
<<<Beacon terminated.>>>
"Damnit." he says. "They turned it off."
"Can we dis[patch anyone there?" she wondered.
"No ma'am. Lt. Commander Tepper was very specific about it... Not until he comes back."
She sighs and leans back. "Thats just odd."
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Past the ship that Siphire was in at a slow speed would go the frigate that Will had bought. Granted he had overestimated the condition the ship was in. It needed repairs, no it needed a replacement totally and one that would be better suited to him. Heck any other ship would be better as long as it was not in such a state as this ship was. Narrowly avoiding a meteor, Will made a mental note to get his revenge on the merchant who had sold him this piece of junk. "Stupid hunk of junk."
Smacking a button by accident, Will activated the ship's distress beacon.
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The ship wouldn't get close to her cruiser. The defense contingent had a wide parameter around the flagship. The distress signal went unanswered seeing as it wasn't a priority.
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Disabling the distress beacon, Will would try to pilot the piece of junk but it would suddenly short out. "Drat." The ship had been lousier maintenance wise than he had thought it could possibly be.
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"Ma'am, parameter patrols have found an unknown frigate. It seems to be damaged." The comm officer reported to her. "The patrol is requesting permission to engage."
"Tell them to stand down." Siphire orders.
<<<Vessel, Identify yourself.>>>
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This is Will Atlas. I am a Narrikian and I am trying to get this piece of junk operational while I look for a certain belkan.
Will would send that quick response to the ship and then look around for a tool kit. Face palming, he snapped his fingers and one would appear. Work would begin to be done to make the ship somewhat usable by him. "Lousy piece of junk."
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"Ma'am, its your call." The comm officer informs her.
She sits back in her chair and sighs. "Bring him aboard. He's looking for a Belkan right?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Then do it." She ordered.
<<<Vessel. Do not make any attempts at moving. You are going to be brought aboard the Death Waltz. Please acknowledge.>>>
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Acknowledged.
This reply would be sent to Siphire and the others on board, as Will stopped repairing the ship. Heck he'd borrow one of theirs and use it to locate this Prince Rychart so he could get the mission of seeing him back to New Dimentia alive, or bringing proof of his death back. Unfortunately however, he might not have time to use that stick to get back to New Dimentia. But he could work out ways to get back there later. Right now, Will stopped what he was doing and started pacing in his ship and thinking of what could go on.
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<<<Stand By>>>
Admiral Cole walked into the command bridge. "Doctor, mind telling me why there is a warship right off of our parameter? And why it hasn't been dispatched of?" he questions her.
"Readings indicate that the ship itself is a decommissioned black market frigate being piloted and staffed by a single Narikian. He says that he is looking for a Belkan. I'm not sure who, but the list should be that long. Im going to bring him on board for interrogation, sir." she replies. Even though she was technically a civilian, she was still the science officer on the ship, and she was Mark Tepper's daughter. She was held in high regard on the ship.
The admiral sighs and turns to the Comm Officer. "Lt, why am i down here again?" he asks.
"Sir, there was a weird beacon that we found... It belonged to the Clubbed to Death. We think it may have Major Rychart on board." The Comm Officer replies. "Orders?"
"Keep looking for it. No other ships in the this plane have beacons on our channels. Open the general channel window." he orders as the Comm Officer opens the most recent beacon from the damaged ship off their parameter. "Alright, Doctor, bring him aboard."
"Yes. sir." she types in a command at one of the terminals. The narikain would now find himself being beamed into a room with no windows. It had a simple wooden chair, and table. There were multiple cameras around as well, monitoring just about everything in the room.
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Will Atlas would look around the room. No windows, possibly cameras throughout the place he surmised and it seemed to be some sort of interrogation room. The belkan he was after, Rychart was someone of interest to these perhaps. Maybe they could help him locate and bring him to New Dimentia so Will could have his victory and savor it too. Plus with their fire power dealing with those unknown ships should be somewhat of an easy task. Walking over to the chair, Will would sit down in it and wait for whoever wanted to talk to him to come meet him. Finding out about this Belkan Rychart and his current location was a definitive must now. Most if not all his armaments had been left aboard his ship unfortunately.
"Now what?"
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Cole, Siphire, and the Comm officer looked at the camera screen at will. "So thats what they look like." The officer says in slight astonishment.
"So, who wants to talk to it?" Siphire asks and turns to them. Both of them comically lift up their hands and shake them in a 'stay away from me" gesture. She smirks at them. "Really guys? You seriously don't listen to everything my father says, do you?" She puts her hands on her hips.
"Well..." The officer starts.
"Fuck you guys... Ill do it." She yells at them and storms off. She quickly arrives at the room's door. "Command, initiate safeguards..." She tells the system. Around the room, AM, AB, AP, AT, and anything else they had was activated.
"Safeguard on line Doctor Halsey." The ship's AI replies.
She takes a deep breath and opens the door. She notices the rough nature of the pirate that sat before her, and buttoned up her labcoat, covering some of her features. "Youre lucky to be alive, native..." She tells him.
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For a moment, Will would remain silent and would feel the familiar energy of Anti Fields?surround the entire area and blot out his abilities. Great, now he had one less trick up his sleeve. Well good thing he had prepared a few things earlier. Testing them though would be the hard part of the situation and right now he could not afford to mess this up or he would likely die. "So have you heard of an Admiral Rychart? Seems the man was part of the UPA, a band of pirates I used to be a part of until they got attacked and their base was conquered. As to what attacked them....if you truly wish to know I'd show you. But the AM field would need to be lowered first in order for you to see....since it would kind of be difficult otherwise."
"The name is Will Atlas by the way."
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Siphire sits at the mentioned of Rychart. She nods. "Lucien Rychart was a Major last time I heard. Of course, it wouldn't surprise me in the slightest if he had his own band of people... Especially after today's fiasco."
"Your problems do not concern me nor these ships either. Whoever attacked you had a reason, and it isn't our job to interfere with the current situation in this plane." She adds on. "So, no. The AM stays up." She straightens out her lab coat.
"Mister, Atlas... Why are you here. Answer me that, and then we can move to introductions"
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"Hunting Rychart. Apparently the Embodiment of Insanity, Insana has made him a prince of some sort. Going to find Rychart, drag him back to the realm of Insanity and leave him there, and then get on with my business. Of course, first I'll need to get a better ship than that hunk of junk outside...." As Will said this the ship...which had already been damaged would have a piece of metal fall in it near where some leaking fuel was.. but it would not explode yet. Will did not know what was happening with his ship presently.
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"Thats a sufficient answer i suppose." she says. "Doctor Siphire Tepper-Halsey. Science officer for this fleet." She introduces herself. "Hunting Rychart?" She asked with intrigue. "Major Rychart is wanted by my empire for several treason charges. Do you know where he is, and if he is in possession of the cruiser, Clubbed to Death?"
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"Well...as for the cruiser...not sure. He did have a ship by that name. Not sure if it survived the attacks earlier. "
Will was skeptical about that. "As for his current location regretfully no. I don't know where he currently is."
Outside the ship of the ISAF, the one that belonged to Will Atlas would explode into a mushroom cloud. Good thing it had been not tampered with too much or it would have exploded with Will on the inside of it.
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She looks at the feed from one of the fighters from her holopad. "Thats unfortunate Mr. Atlas. Your vessel just blew up." she informed him nonchalantly. "Why does the embodiment want Major Rychart?"
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"Said something about him being some sort of prince there.... and if he was killed the embodiment wants me to collect proof."
Will Atlas began to rub his temples. "Great. No ship. Now how am I supposed to track him down, find the rest of the UPA and deal with those unknowns?"
All in all this situation was becoming more of an annoyance with every passing moment. For Will did not even have anything that had been on his ship before it blew up which cost him about 75,000 credits to start with. Frowning now he got out of the chair and began to pace back and forth, considering his options. Portals, beaming and the whole nine yards were blocked by the Anti Fields. After he had paced for a couple of minutes, he would go and sit back down.
"Say...I couldn't borrow one of the ships this one has could I?"
True the controls would take some getting used to, but a ship was still a ship. At least if it were ISAF maybe AI Delta would not get involved in the already growing crisis that he would have to deal with. Sadly enough the situation had become irritating enough and would be a hassle that needed to be solved. Once he located Rychart, and the rest of the UPA he'd talk to his friend Lucien and have him send an entire fleet out to eliminate those unknown ships if he could. If not, he'd join the Mechera and try to earn some ships from them and build them into a privateer fleet until he could retake the Talar Belt from the unknowns.
Pain shot through his brain, the beginning of a headache. Great, Will had forgotten his morning cup of coffee to help him wake up today.
"So would you and the crew of this ship be willing to help me with the search? If he is dead, all I have to do is submit proof of his death to Insana. If he is alive, I have to bring him back to the domain of insanity, New Dimentia."
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She nods as he talks. She perked up at the mention of Delta, but decides to let it go for the moment. "Honestly, none of that is our concern... True, Major Rychart is wanted, but we'd need a larger task force to take on the Clubbed. It isnt our priority to help out the locals, even if it does involve him."
"In addition, the only person that can authorize such a relocation of forces is off the ship." She folded her hands.
"Now tell me about this AI, Delta."
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"Seems the AI has affiliated with the Anrufe. This has causes the Narrikians a great deal of trouble in the past, especially because of the AI's ability to take over and control technology. Soon I'll have to get back to my search for Rychart. And as for the clubbed, I am not sure if it is still even functional due to the flames used on it and what not it might not even be operational."
"But before I go into detail into what exactly it has done, would borrowing a ship or buying one of the frigates this ship has be allowable?"
With that, Will would become silent for a moment running scenarios in his head. The situation was not untenatable as there were ways he could accomplish his mission and leave the ship alive.
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"These are ISAF military ships. They are the property of the government and the people. I highly doubt that you have anything to buy it with. Credits are worthless in our plane."
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Considering his options, Will would remain silent for a few moments. The options he had were few one of which involved him giving all the information but he did not know if that would lead to his demise or not. The credits were worthless comment meant that he had nothing he could truly trade, other than information on the history of the plane...which he was not sure they wanted or needed. But still, he did plan on getting off this ship alive and in tact. So he would have to make a plan but how he could do it was beyond him presently. "Credits are worthless in your dimension. How intriguing. You cannot send a person or force after Rychart, but I can pursue him myself...as part of my mission for Insana. If he does have the clubbed to death I could come back here and meet you and tell you. But likely the ship wul d be needed until those unknowns have been taken down."
"As for other information on the plane, I could provide it. Like what has gone on in the last eight years or so. " Will was not sure he would give them the information yet and asked Siphire. "Would I be attacked and killed once I gave all the information needed?" This was the main thing preventing him from giving any information as he was worried about living.
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She sighs. "Im starting to think that my father was right about you all. You all have extreme paranoia. No. We wont. We aren't supposed to affect the plane's natural order of things."
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"Not paranoia, past experiences with Belkans and similar. Delta hasn't done the name of ISAF any good with all his actions."
"As for the rest, the AI Delta is a member of the Anrufe...a known terrorist cell."
"Pretty much he has a fleet of his own now, the DAIS."
Will would become silent, and wait for Siphire to process that information.
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"He isn't giving us a bad name. He's doing this in the name of this DAIS." She retorts. "If he wants to create chaos in the name of his own group, then he is free to, but there is something we need to know." She leaned in.
"Before we can go into it, I must ask if you have heard of something called the Apex site. I'm assuming that Delta keeps it secret. It's alright if you don't."
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When she leaned, Will would blush a little and then listen to her words and take a moment. After a thoughtful consideration of what she had said, he would draw a blank. Honestly he had never head of something called an Apex site unfortunately. But what was an Apex Site? Later he would have to do research on that and figure out what it could be. So finally he would say to her.
"I have never heard of an Apex Site actually...."
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"The Apex Site is a strategic foothold here in the SP. It is the gateway to my plane as well as a communications relay with direct access to our servers. We are here investigation the unauthorized infiltration by the AI." She stops when she hears a knock on the door.
"Doctor?" The admiral calls in.
"Yes Preston?" She answers back.
"Can you finish up, we have Rychart's location, we think." he answers.
"Alright, thanks." she yells back as the door closes. "Now then." She gets up and unbuttoned her lab coat and pulls out a vital signs reader. "Are you injured anywhere?"
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Will would feel that his arm had been broken when he exerted so much force on his ship hammering those vital components back into place, which had been what led to one of the pieces of metal breaking off and causing a spark which caused a chain reaction that now left him without a ship. "My right arm I think, which is the arm I normally use for blasters/weapons when in combat. Also if you have his location mind if I bring him to New Dimentia first and then let you all have him? I just need him not his ship or anything for obvious reasons. Insana wanted him, so I agreed to do this errand. "
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She grabs his arm and examines it with her Opticon. "Minor fracture in your wrist, and 3 figures are sprained." She says to him. "Follow me if you will, to the medical bay." she calls to him and walks out of the door.
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Will Atlas would nod and walk after Siphire, careful not to do anything to upset the apple cart. While he trusted her, he was weary of the other belkans for now at least and remembered he had no weapons due to the AM and what not throughout the ship that could be turned on. Later he would have to remedy that problem for the second and hopefully darn last time this day. Also he would have to see about getting some ships for himself from the Black Market that WERE NOT about to fall to pieces when you tried to pilot them.
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She led him into the med bay. "Alright. We're going to do a full physical on you to check for any more underlying problems." she said while she put on some gloves. "Now..." She turned towards him. The med bay door closed leaving the 2 of them. "Take off your clothes and we can get started." she said cheetfully. She loved examining new specimens.
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Will would as ordered strip down to his undergarments and would take all but those off of himself letting her examine him. His body was muscular for that of a Narrikian, as most of his time each day was spent working out and doing athletic routines to strengthen his body. It was part of his normal routine well that and a healthy diet for himself to keep him more fit than his father or the other members of the UPA so that he would be well prepared for whatever events could transpire.
"Very well. "
Any examinations would reveal besides the broken arm that there really was not much wrong with him. Unless you counted the fact he had just lost a ship and 75,000 credits worth of money as well had been lost as it had been invested in that hunk of junk.
"So when do we start the examination?"
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She walked towards him. "Alright, first, lets look at your vitals again..." She placed the scope of his heart. After listening for a few seconds, she writes it down. "BP..." She does that and records it in quick time as well. "Temperature is fine accirding the the ship's scans." She reads off her holopad.
"Alright, your vitals are fine. Now for the questions. Do you or have you used illegal substances, are you sexually active, if not, have you ever been? How many hours do you sleep? What is your diet like?"
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"No, to the first two. As to what my diet is like, very healthy. Rarely do I indulge in sweets, or any of that. No illegal drugs have been used by me. Mostly high protein and low carb because it keeps me fit." Will Atlas would let her record all the stuff she needed to and then ask her afterward. "So what do we do about my current lack of transportation and means of finding Rychart. If he is dead, I need to collect proof of his death and if he is alive I need to bring him back to New Dimentia alive and in one piece and unharmed...so Insana will be content. Definitely at some point will need to obtain better equipment for myself. That ship was a piece of junk. Should have been scrapped oh say about 8 years ago."
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She ignored his concern about Rychart for the moment. "Well, its always good to have a good amount of carbs. They are your body's main source of energy." She said as she wrote down his answers.
She tightens her gloves on her hands and gets right in front of him. "Now, since you've never been sexually active, I do need to perform this test... Don't be alarmed, I'm a doctor." She reassures him, as her hands go down and feel his genitals. She spends a minute or 2 feeling around for any problems.
"Alrighty, no problems there." she takes off her gloves and writes down her results.
"Last one is your blood work. Please sit over in that chair." She points over to the corner.
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Will would nod and walk over to the chair and then sit down in it. His work out clothes would appear on his body, a white sleeveless tunic and black jeans with black boots that had a green symbol that Siphire had never seen before on them. There would be a belt colored black/gray that would have the symbol of a boulder on it as well making it quite the good outfit for him to wear. "Alright. Let's do this." Since he trusted her, he would let her obtain a blood sample.
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She simply pressed a button, and an automated system stuck needles into his arms, took blood, and quickly drew back. "Painless enough." She commented. "Alright, that pretty nuch concludes it." She says. Quickly walking over, she takes hold of the arm. Her hands glow briefly, and mended the bone. "Fixed. Is there anything else that we can assist you with before we take you to the nearest planet?"
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"Giving me Rychart's location so I can drag his butt back to Insana would be a big help. It would save me the time looking for him...which I don't have."
Once his arm had healed and the blood had been taken Will was impressed. Was this a Belkan who did not outright loathe Narrikians? "Other than that, I do have need of a new ship since mine is somewhat unusable being that it is reduced to space debris by now."
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"Well as to Rychar's location, its classified. Im not really at liberty to say." she looks around. "As to your unfortunate travel situation, we can drop you off at the nearest space station. There should be ships for sale there." She walked over to the door and opened it. "Cole!" she souts down the hall. "Im done with him, take uys to a space station or a travel hub planet... something." she shouts.
"Yes ma'am..." Cole yells back.
"You can accompany me to the bridge if you choose." she says to him.
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"Hopefully not hunks of junk like I had to buy off the Black Market."
With that, Will would walk to the bridge with her. As he walked, he would think of a number of things. Quite literally he was the only Narrikian to see the inside of a belkan ship and survive. So perhaps the paranoia was not such a needed trait after all. Later he might inform the others of his discovery of at least one Belkan who was not downright hostile to them. Granted most would not believe him and would probably call him nutcase, or idiot, or insane or something. But it would be worht a shot in his opinion anyway.
"As to my weapons situation since I currently lack anything to use should those unknowns attack me besides an item I will not explain about or describe in any length as it is somewhat of a secret, what would you recommend?"
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"Not sure... im only a science officer, not the quartermaster." she calls behind her shoulder to him. "Id ask Master Sergeant Glover if he's around." They arrive at the doors to the command bridge. A female AI pops up and greets her. "Hello Dr. Halsey." it says.
"Hello Kappa... request for access plus one." she answers.
"Yes ma'am... Please verify Identity." Kappa says.
A pad comes out. Siphire quickly types in a code, puts her hand on a biometrics pad, and looked towards Kappa for a retinal scan. "Thank you Doctor. Please verify that you are the original as well ma'am"
"You are actually the Lambda AI... but since Beta..." Siphire is interrupted. "Verified ma'am. Access Granted." the AI steps aside and the door opens. The bridge itself was vast. Personal were swarming the stations that occupied the space. Siphire quickly walked towards her station next to Communications.
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Following her onto the bridge, Will would look around and marvel at the architecture of the bridge. Well there was a lot of things he could do with that kind of AI if he could obtain the means to make one of them perhaps. Certainly more powerful than the Ci in his opinion. "Kappa, is the Quarter Master on board this ship?" asked Will and he stopped near the AI for a moment to see if she would respond.
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Siphire shook her head as she started to type. Kappa looked at Will curiously. "No, im not the quartermaster, im the Governing AI of this vessel and fleet. The quartermaster of teh ship is Master Sergeant Glover... Im not sure where he is on the ship." she looked up and back down. "You're one of them right?"
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"Yeah I happen to be Narrikian. What of it?" asked Will, a hint of irritation rising in his voice.
"So where is Master Sergeant Glover on this ship?" As Will asked this, he would look at his uniform and then do the EE technique he learned of. The EE would allow him to see better distances on board this ship. Examining one of the ISAF uniforms, possibly that of a grunt Will considered replicating the style of the uniform for an outfit of his in the future possibly. It could be useful. And Will would wait for the AI to answer.
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"Probably in the armory like any normal quartermaster... I'll check with the S4." She said. "Why do you want to know anyways." she said in an even more curious tone. "ISAF protocol forbids the issuing of ISAF equipment to outside forces." her hologram sits on a console.
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Will would consider this. "Wondering if the quarter master knows a lot about non-ISAF weapons. Need to find something easier than carrying around tons of hard ware at one time or another kappa. Especially with an AI like you that can control technology on the loose and rampant throughout the Mortal Dimension. The AI calls himself Delta...." As Will would answer, he would begin to think of his uniform as horribly tacky and decide to change it. But after a few moments he came up with what it should look like now a green and gray uniform for himself with the symbol of the galaxy blasters as a patch below the right shoulder. So he would use his abilities to make his clothes change once more.
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"Delta?" she perked up. "As in the AI, Delta? I thought id never hear that naem again." she said to him.
"Whats big brother been up to lately?"
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Will would listen to the curiosity and think. If this AI was related to Delta perhaps she could talk some sense into the AI and make it stop working for the Anrufe, or at least stop sending it's fleet out to conquer all. "Well your brother has been up to a whole lot of trouble, and not just for the Narrikians as of late. Your brother has been harassing several empires and takes a sadistical pleasure in using the weapon you would call the Excavation Beam to destroy planets. He has also built some sort of listening stations I think throughout the galaxy unfortunately. " As Will would answer, he would continue to try and find a better looking outfit from his memories and frustrated would pull out a PDA that he summoned and use it to browse the Galactic Ethernet. Setting it to a clothing website, Will began to flip through and search for a good uniform that would suffice for him from now on. Frowning when he found nothing, Will irritatedly decided he would make his own uniform.
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"Oh, he's always been like that. You really must not know him that well..." she laughed. "He used to be the old Outer Colonies Contingent AI. He, Along with Epsilon, and Alpha, commanded the ISAF Defenses. Of course, ever since he left, his job went to Zeta... And you probably have no idea what im talking about..." she sighs. "But anyway, yeah... that sounds like my brother for you."
The S4 approaches Kappa. "Kap, where is Glover? I just did inventory, and one of the rifles is missing!" he shouts.
"Armory, sir." she replied as the S4 stormed out. "Bit of a hard ass." she points to him.
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Finally after the pleasantries were over, Will would walk onto the bridge after ending his conversation with the AI. Now as he looked around he would marvel at the architecture of the ship, wishing he was design capable as the ones who had made this ship. "Beautiful ship Siphire, whoever designed it had to be a genius. Wish I was this skilled..." With that he would walk over to a port on the ship and try to plug his PDA into one of the consoles on the ship and would ask Siphire. "Mind if I upload a CI of mine to the computers here to see if it can get past the security or not?" It would be a test, and if not Will would need to get an AI of his own.
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Siphire simply smiled. "If you try, I'll shoot you where you stand, is that clear?" she said in an exaggerated nice voice. She was incharge of the AI, and the system security of the ship. "I wouldn't suggest that again." she said, losing her smile briefly before regaining it when the Comm officer approached. "Black coffee for me, and Osean roast for you, Doctor" he says as he sets down 2 coffee cups on the console.
He noticed Siphire's look in her eyes that Will may have tried to do something. "You know what, Doctor? I think i'll get to know Mr. Atlas here. Watch my station?" he says.
"Sure, Cal." she replied. The Comm Officer pulled Will away. "Alright, you did something to piss her off... spit it out, now." he says in a hushed worried tone.
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"Tried to plug in a CI, see how secure your systems are. If yours and the DAIS are similar enough, it would have been a piece of cake to take down the AI's security systems and shut down his fleet remotely, thus saving a lot of grief later on. " As Will said this, he would crush the PDA in his hand without knowing it not noticing his enhanced strength would be doing so. "With enough research that is, I could compare the similarities of the two computer systems and figure out how exactly the AI keeps getting the jump on some friends of mine and send them a counter strategy."
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"My god, be lucky Lt. Commander Tepper isn't here... You'd be dead." he said to him. "Infiltration on a military or government system or even conspiring to is punishable by death in accordance with War Senate's policy. "Im sure that the DAIS systems are like ours, but it still doesnt change the fact that its different on so many levels. Looknig at our system would do you no good, other than being executed, you dumbass." He simply puts his hand on his head. "Jesus, kid... im starting to believe Tepper. You all just don't ever think before you speak. Look around you... what do you see? YOU ARE ON A SECURE COVERT ISAF NAVAL VESSEL!!!! What gave you the slightest idea that we would even consider that!!!!!" he raises his voice.
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"The fact the DAIS has now combined with the Anrufe, has stolen Narrikian designs and seems to be mobilzing for something massive with the Anrufe, but I don't know what I just have seen a lot more of their ships across the dimension recently backing up the Anrufe. Don't bother dropping me off. I'll see myself off. Evaccus!" With that Will would disappear off the ship leaving something near Siphire a communicator and a note. If she needed help with anything, Will would assist her to some degree.
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The comm officer simply rolled his eyes and walked back over to Siphire... "Your father is definitely a wise man, Doctor... You should listen to him more often." he says to her. Her response was a punch to his arm and a smile. "So what are you gonna do with it?"
"Destroy it... It probably has a transmitter, or something in it... I cant sacrifice OpSec because he decided to leave. Tell Cole to go after Rychart..." she ordered.
"Yes Ma'am." he replied.
She toyed with the communicator for a moment, and promptly destroyed it. "What a shame." Kappa commented.
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The note had three letters on it, WSA and a set of coordinates.