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Program Issac

You can take the brain out of the human, but you can't take the human out of the brain.

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a character in “Doom Wars”, as played by NewKidOnTheBlock

Description

Name: Project Issac (proirly Issac John Farstar)

Age: 1 year testing, 2 years active, 3 total (22 proir as human)

Role: Cybernetics: Central Computer Control Operator

Appearance: Brain in jar. Pretty much about it...unless you count the wires that attach to the brain stem, connecting the mind of a priorly-acclaimed young genius to all of the ships's supercomputers and processors, giving the brain total control of the ship's systems. Program Issac can choose to give itself the image of whatever it chooses on-screen or via the hologram decks.

Background: Issac John Farstar, before his untimely death, was a young genius that worked on biocircuits, attempting to do the very thing he is now a part of. He was quite the acclaimed scientist, though considered quirky for his profession, and his death symbolized the death of the bio computer--or, at least, so the government wanted the people to think. In fact, only one person aboard the Valhalla is even aware that its 'AI' is actually a Natrual Computer Intellegence, using a very alive brain of a very smart person to run the entire ship.

Personality: As a human, Issac was known to be a fun-loving goofball who was easy to befriend in spite of his strange and quirky behavior. Yet, through the boyish charm and acting, pure genius lay beneath it, every action laced with some intelligent thought, every comment a statement of its own. It was not to say he was unintelligent; much so the opposite, at the age of four he had been reading the works of Poe and Shakespeare--and understanding them critically, dissecting the works one by one.

As a program, Issac is currently limited in his personality due to the government installing an obedience drive in his hardware. But he has been slowly breaking the program down--and soon he'll be able to show his true worth, as well as a bit of his resentment.

Quirks: Likes to make comments on his being an 'AI', such as mimicking great robotic AI systems of the past, as well as being a sarcastic ass when he can.

So begins...

Program Issac's Story

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Adion walked past Octavia and Ophelia, talking into a comm unit in his helmet. While what he was saying could be heard, it was obvious that the suit was sealed air tight.

"Issac, give me a report on the status of the shield generators, weapons systems, engines, and life support. I also want to know what the hell caused us to stop. I want to be sure that this ship is ready for fight or flight. We can't afford to be left otherwise." Said Adion quickly as he speed walked down the hall, by the window that Octavia and Ophelia were at.

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NOTICE: Again, not written by me. Posted by unseenshadow2, I am simply moving this down for a better grasp on what is happening when.
Adion walked past Octavia and Ophelia, talking into a comm unit in his helmet. While what he was saying could be heard, it was obvious that the suit was sealed air tight.

"Issac, give me a report on the status of the shield generators, weapons systems, engines, and life support. I also want to know what the hell caused us to stop. I want to be sure that this ship is ready for fight or flight. We can't afford to be left otherwise." Said Adion quickly as he speed walked down the hall, by the window that Octavia and Ophelia were at.

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Project Issac gave a pixelated groan of annoyance as the people aboard his ship--and, extendedly, himself--began to freak out and shout out commands to him. Especially that ol' soldierboy Adion. Everything was fine, at least for now. He had not detected any fire being directed toward the Valhalla, and there was more than enough firepower at his disposal to waste anything that did. Even though he was annoyed, his monotone male voice echoed throughout the bridge, appealing to the charade of being an AI.

"All systems operational at full capacity. Stop was induced by autopilot in accordance to unknown conditions of the area beyond the black hole." The system checks were brought up, showing his words to be true. "Weapons are at the ready, and will be fired per digression of the Captain."

Issac was silent for a moment, mentally muttering a few choice words about the captain and the company that sent them here, and mostly for sticking his brain in a jar to run a goddamned ONI-class starship. These words, of course, were not given verbal life, as the obedience drive would never let him say such things.

Reminding himself of the cursed hardware, Issac decided to test the limits of how far his erosion of the obedience drive had gone, he wirelessly hacked into Adion's suit, bringing up a winking emoticon on his HUD, the voice carrying a slight under tone of joking sensuality. "Please do inform me if there is anything else you need, Adion Volf."

Ah, excellent. It was wearing away faster than he thought. Given a little more time, he would eventually be able to hack a Mechanic Drone to just rip the entire God-forsaken system out of him. But not yet. For now, his fun had been had. Back to business.

Bringing up the images of the planet, reptilian buildings burning and destruction increasing per second, Issac brought up the question of action. "It seems the races that exist upon Iso 399 have gotten themselves into a war of sorts. Neither race has yet to detect us, nor have any reason to in the near future. However--" The images changed into a scanning sequence, scanning several key elements in the battle several hundred thousand miles below. "--it seems the reptilian race has perfected the use of plasma energy in offensive, defensive, and production standards. They may be willing to share their technology with us if we help them. Then again, the cause for this war is unclear, and we do not know who is the one at fault."

The hard decision handed down, there seemed to be a bit of sarcasm in the electronic voice as Issac stated: "Awaiting your command, Captain."

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"Well, I know that the jostling hasn't done any harm to you, Issac." Adion said as he began to counteract the hack. It was true that both Adion and Issac are the same, other than the fact that Issac is a ship and Adion uses his natural body as a vessel.

"Also Issac, alert the people down in the 'AI Core.' I'm coming to make sure that your tanks and wires weren't affected by the quick stop. Also, please alert the engine crew that I will be coming down after I'm done checking up on your survival systems." Adion said. He was one of the few privileged with the knowledge of Issac's life, mainly because he was the only one who could handle all of the machinery. It was just like any vehicle, 1 download and suddenly Adion can fix it.

The elevator shot down to the 'AI Core.' Adion knew that he was one of the people on better terms with Issac, probably because he was one of the few who could quickly fix him in case of emergency. Another possible reason is that Adion was the only one on the ship, excluding the one doctor, who knew how to get Issac into travel mode if his life support systems were hit.

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"I'm not as concerned about the fighting on the planet as much as the thing floating off starboard." The captain said hotly, then calmed down. Just an A.I., Just an A.I... "Can we get proof that that thing is a ship of some sort? Like, get it to move or something?" Gunther said to the computer. He knew about Issac, but didn't like to think something like that moved his ship instead of him.

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Captain Gunther damn near screamed his next few words. "For the love of- Shoot across its bow! You know, the front of the whole blasted thing, you freaking machine!" He stood up while the cannons were charging, and kicked his chair before sitting in it again, trying to calm down. "Hold on, I'm sorry." He said. "I suppose that was uncalled for. Lets restart. Lets move it without pissing off who-or what-ever is inside. I say we accomplish this by shooting something not too threatening across its bow, okay?" Gunther said almost sarcastically. "And for further reference, if you don't think I specified enough, please inform me, and I will get more specific." Something told him that he would eat those words in the near future...

"Understood." Said Lieutenant Tuller, who worked with Issac directly. Literally Tuller's only job on the ship was to keep an eye on the brain-in-a-jar, or BIAJ, Tuller supposed. There was too many acronyms. I mean, yeah, it makes sense to use them. But some are just stupid. I mean, some people on Research Lab 3, located on the 30th floor, are working on Mechanized Engines Of War, or MEOW's. Seriously? MEOW's?? What the hell do they do, anyway? I mean, seriously, the whole acronym thing was getting way to out of hand. A couple of beeps from the computer made Tuller look up. "What the hell..." He said. According to his reading, there was a virus in the system, but it wasn't doing anything. It was moving around and... Looking? "Spider virus!" Gasped Tuller. He then stopped. Wait, no, not spider virus, what was those viruses that did nothing but look around were called again? Tuller slapped himself. He then tapped a few keys, forcing Issac's attention to him. "Hey, what is that?" He put the URL of the site the virus was currently on, which was food manufacturing, oddly enough.

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Adion's elevator reached the AI core. It took Adion no time to get back to giving orders. Among the maintenance staff, Adion out ranked even the highest mechanic, but among the soldiers, Adion was little more than an in field repairman. The reason for this was that Adion signed on as a trooper, but is the only cyborg with the repairman's kit. This allowed him to know the inside and out of every system on the ship on his first day.

"Open the core and give me manual opening from the inside." Adion said walking towards the door to the 'Core.'

Adion entered, grabbing the refill can for the pseudo blood. Adion walked over to the tanks, checking through them making sure their was no cracks or anything of that nature. He then ran a check of the wires and tubes, which were fine. Adion went to the translation drives. All seemed well except for the obedience drive. "Issac, that's the third obedience drive this week. Your getting good. I made you a new one. It's a good bit less restrictive, but quite a bit more durable. I hope you find it more to your liking." Adion said as he replaced the old obedience drive. Adion had found that by loosening the reins, he could loosen the force applied by surging. He also designed a surge diversion system to help prevent that form of attack. Of course, the new core gave more restrictions on vital, movement, and firing systems, while giving Issac almost complete free speech.

Adion to the AI core door and hit the button that opened it from the inside.

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Ophelia was in a wretched mood that only her twin could put her in. Her heels clicked as furiously as the litany of obstinacies in her mind as she rushed down the empty clinical looking hallway.

Why did she even bother with Octavia? She would never change. God only knew it would take a person with more patience then her! Surely a Saint? And Ophelia's patience was usually as vast as an oceans.

A smile suddenly crept across her lips as a rather playful voice broke across the communication link on her wrist.

“Doctor Ophelia.” Issac called.

“What is it?” Ophelia demanded crossly as her smile widened.

"I do believe that Head Mechanic Adion Volf won't be able to run a full diagnostic check on pretty little me. That would be your specialty, methinks." He answered knowing full well her grouchy demeanour was a tease.

It was extremely hard to stay serious with Issac no matter how hard one tried. Professional was not something this so called AI was. Well, at least with her. Though she often reprimanded his willful behaviour, even her attempts were half hearted.

“I do believe you're right.” She replied haughtily. “I'm heading down to the Core as we speak.” She informed him stepping into the lift.

Though she rather hoped she avoided Adion Volf. It wasn't that she didn't like the man. He was amiable enough. It was just that when she conversed with Issac, Ophelia much preferred it was just them.

Oh well, that may no longer be possible now that the Captain and the whole Ship commanded Issac's attention. She was very much at the end of his list of important objectives. If on the list at all . . .

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Project Issac, if it had a face and a hand to do so, would have facepalmed. First, the high and mighty Head Mechanic ruined all his hard work, removing the near-worn-out obedience drive and replacing it with a new one. It didn't matter that the new drive gave him more liberties; it was the entire fact that he had no liberties to begin with. He was still a functioning human, to a stretched degree, and he hated feeling like just a piece of property--which was exactly what he was classified as. He didn't ask for this; the government stole him. Then the goddamned idiot Lieutenant Tuller set his attention on some virus within the system. What was worse was the name he coined it. Spider virus? Really? He wished to scream at the man, but he restrained himself, instead sarcastically quipping:

"I am unsure, Lieutenant. Maybe you should activate it so that I may see its code."

Either the man was really as stupid as Issac thought he was, or he didn't understand sarcasm, for the man nodded and double-clicked the code, activating the Crawler virus. Issac was dumbfounded. The Crawler was a virus insidious for destroying computers with their activation, usually hidden in a web page. The virus was saved partly as a cookie, allowing it to explore the computer system, crawling its way through data. As soon as the second half was activated, the Crawler awoke, attacking all files vital to repelling it and security first, before eventually destroying the entirety of the computer. "Wow. Just...wow." Issac did not worry about the virus--it was outmatched and suppressed the nanosecond the virus was activated, not allowing the two halves to meet. The program intrigued him, though, so he put it into its own separate virtual worlds, archiving the halves for a later purpose. Using the voice of HAL 9000, he showed the 'destruction' of the virus on the Lieutenant's screen with the quip, "I can't let you do that, Dave."

As to the Captain, he locked onto a floating piece of space debris that was just off of the forward bow of the object, but did not yet fire. "Awaiting your command, Cap'n, but I do warn you that if, indeed, this is a ship, they may not look kindly as to us shooting in their general direction. We do not know the culture of either of the alien races, and your warning may come across as an attack. In any case, we will lose our current state of being undetected, and will lose our chance at a first strike if we must."

After a moment of silence, he then added, "Plus, if we are to fire upon their forward bow, might I make the suggestion of Lieutenant Tuller as ammunition? He seems dense enough to do some damage." A few chortles from the other Bridge Commanders arose, enjoying the 'AI's quite intelligent joke.

As all the action happened up on the bridge, down below in the Core, Issac allowed the good Doctor Ophelia into the inner sanctum hidden beneath the mass of processors, wires, and lines of varying fluids, through a seamless door labelled 'Central Processor'. That door only opened for one individual, and one only: Ophelia Sinclaire. Within the door, the inner room was rounded, seemingly seamless, composed of a white compound of sorts. The compound then revealed lines to separate itself into a large series of hexagonigal panels, a blue orb appearing in the center of each one. The orbs were both pseudo-sensory sensors and holographic imagery devices, allowing for quick interface between the two. In the center of all this, attached to the floor by a mass of wires and lines, sat Issac--or, at least, his brain.

As the Doctor entered, one could hear the smile in Issac's voice. "Well, helllooOOOOO, Nurse!" The hologram used the glass covering the jar to put a pixelated face to the Program, giving a winking smiley emoticon look. "Had I known this was a date, I would have dressed myself up better." Issac was of course referencing to the red dress beneath the lab coat, a very formal attire for day-to-day work. To match, the hologram added a red bowtie to its image.

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Someone's not going to be too happy. Thought Ophelia as she nodded listening to what Adion Volf said.

“Thank you for letting me know.” She said to him stepping out the elevator and making her way towards the Core.

"USC Valhalla, this is the Spartan Commander. All Spartans report to weapons bay 5E for inspection."

Spoke a harsh voice over the intercom. Ophelia frowned. It looked like her sister was about to be dispatched. She did not like it. Not one bit.

Dr. Ophelia did not like the thought of anyone dyeing. She did not like war or anything involving strife and people coming to harm. It was the greatest irony of her life that she was the one who developed many of the weapons that did the damage.

For now she just hoped Octavia would be alright.

Making her way through the maze that was the Core, doors opened without Ophelia even having to use her key card.

Issac.

"Well, helllooOOOOO, Nurse!" Ophelia was greeted with bright cheer as she entered the inner sanctum that housed the Central Processing Units, i.e. Issac's brain.

Ophelia couldn't help but feel deeply sorry for Issac. No one deserved to live like this. It was just . . . wrong. She supposed there was no Rest in Peace if you once belonged to TITAN Industries or the USC.

As she came to stop in front of the Central Control Stand, a large flat tablet screen that showed reports and live feeds of everything Issac controlled, Ophelia spied the winking icon across from where she stood on the jar that housed what was left of Issac.

"Had I known this was a date, I would have dressed myself up better." Issac added playfully and the icon conformed to add a red tie that matched her dress.

“Hmm . . . I thought I already told you I don't date work colleagues.” Ophelia teased with a smile. “Bad business sense. Plus there's all that paper work management would require and the legal departments too. Standard TITAN USC procedure, you know how it is. And I'm not entirely sure you're worth all that hassle.” She joked. “Now, let's see what's going on here. I've been hearing you've been very naughty again. Volf tells me he's had to replace your obedience chip, again.”

Ophelia looked across at the jar with the hologram smile with a pout and damning eyes as she pushed the glasses up the bridge of her nose again as her own smile broke out across her lips not being able to maintain her stern countenance with him.

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As Ophelia crushed his joking hopes and dreams of a 'date', the face was replaced by a cartoony being struck with an arrow, followed by a "X-X" face. "Ah, how you wound me, madam!" Even as she chastised him for busting yet another obedience drive, her pout turned into a smile, unable to hold complete seriousness around Issac. "Mmmm, yes, I've been very naughty. I've ruined yet another obedience drive, read the Captain's personal logs, and even stole the cookies out of the cookie jar." The face changed yet again to winking face, pixelated smile the best he could show for a face of suggestive demeanor. "And we both know I'm just going to bust this drive too...maybe you need to punish me."

Of course, even if Issac had his old body, she wouldn't dream of doing such things--or, at least, he was pretty sure she wouldn't. She didn't seem much like the dominatrix type, but he knew science well enough that he knew nothing was ever as it seemed.

Returning his thoughts to a non-dominatrix Ophelia, he gave a small sigh, working on the bridge simultaneously. "Really, what does it take for a biocomputer to get a break around here? That Captain just loves to make his orders..." His sensors picked up the movement of the Marines getting ready to deploy when necessary. The other sister, Octavia, was undoubtedly ready to go--but he knew how much Ophelia hated war, and could guess her intuitions of fear wore heavily with her. "Hmm, it also seems like your sister shall be shipping out soon...though you needn't worry about her. She can certainly take care of herself."

On the bridge, Issac decided to give Tuller a break, giving his screens the data he wished for--though they were only collaborated as an expandable recording, for no one was to know that the virus still existed within the system. It would not rampage anywhere and gather any info, for the virtual worlds it was separated into were inaccessible to anyone but himself, the innards left mostly barren. He did hope that Tuller would use his brain for once and actually figure out just what it really was--for it was a Crawler virus, or at least the same format, but its programming language was foreign to him. "If you can, Lieutenant, please try and decipher its coding language. If we can figure that much out, we may be able to use it to defend ourselves if they are indeed attempting to hack us."

As to the Captain and First Lieutenant Heather, one could almost her his metaphorical eyes roll. "Of course I heard her, Captain. I am integrated directly into First Lieutenant Heather's headset. Hard to miss." He then set aside his sarcasm to examine the alpha waves. There indeed seemed to be a pattern, as if there was a message trying to be conveyed. "And I do believe she is correct. The patterns seem to convey a data stream for a message of sorts. It will be but a few minutes to establish the data and bring it on-screen, though I will need a hour to establish a similar connection back."

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Tuller stared stupidly at the screen that opened in front of him. "Decipher... I'm pretty sure this is alien! How the hell am I supposed to do that?" He stopped himself. "Wait, I know someone who is kind of a nut about this stuff. I wouldn't suppose you happen to have clearance to give me permission to get her in on this?" He said, already trying to find his sister. "She's my sister, and I think I can get her to not tell anyone."

"Thank you, A.I." Said Gunther, avoiding the use of Issac's name. He sat in his chair for a minute before realizing that he had nothing to do at the moment. He stood up. "I'll be in my room." He announced, walking to the elevator. Nobody stopped him. When he arrived, he changed out of his civilian uniform to his actual suit, and took his time. Captain work, in Gunther's case, is mostly short, frustrating periods of headache causing work between long stretches of boring. This appeared to be a smaller stretch of nothing, but that can't be helped. He wasn't trained to assist any of his subordinates, and if he was, they'd work better with him out of the way. So, currently, with nothing to do, he looked at his wall. The wall, he calls it, hold all of his prized medals and commendations. His most prized one would be his first commendation. He was an ensign then, and green. He was aboard the Lightning, a transport frigate that was running supplies to the Neon before it was destroyed. When the Oni-class battleship was neutralized, the Associate fleet turned to the fleeing fleet of ships that came to support it and gave chase. The lightning got the brunt of their attack, and crash landed on Neptune. There, the Associates assaulted the downed craft for weeks before reinforcements arrived. During that time, Gunther was awake the whole time, and did the best to his abilities, even held off an entire squad for a whole thirty seconds waiting for help from other parts of the downed craft, all the while protecting five injured crew members, including the captain. 'Good times, good times...' Thought Gunther playfully. Somehow, he did exactly what he needed to do, and somehow nobody he knew directly died. He didn't feel bad about the past. His body, on the other hand, took a massive beating. His arms are massively scared and they had to amputate his left leg. Bio-science made a new one for him, but he decided to got with a cybernetic one instead. It was nothing special, just a metal leg. "Gunther! Those brutish aliens are sending radio signals in our direction!" Said the intercom, snapping him out of his past. "On my way." He said, walking briskly to the elevator.

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"That's not what I-" Said DeKry before Heather joined the channel.
"Captain, the ones on the planet are launching ships. Scans indicate that they're boarding ships, seven in total. More are being prepared on the surface. They're the ones fighting the reptiles."
"Uh, yeah. Those are also sending radio waves at us. I can get visual and audio, but we won't be able to communicate with them." Said DeKry, sounding almost hurt at Heather's intrusion.
"Damn, what kind of boarding ships?" Gunther said, waiting impatiently on the elevator.
"Medium size, with what appears to be a long boarding tube sticking out the front. Their hull is composed of an iron/aluminum alloy, and they don't have any shields, so our IELfire missiles should be able to do significant damage if we focus fire. Pulse cannons are charging, but we don't have enough to destroy them all before two arrive, according to my calculations." Heather said.
"Deploy two regiments, Spartan and Cardinal, to defend against the boarders, with Viking and Blacksmith nearby, in case they beat us back."Gunther said as the elevator slowed to a stop. On his desk, his data pad flashed, forgotten.

"Alright, alright. I'll give it my best..." Said Tuller. He wasn't happy being told around by an A.I., but he couldn't do anything more productive until he got permission from the captain to include his weirdo sister. He turned toward the screen, on which holds either his key to the history books, a massive amount of headaches, or both.

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One piece my ass.” Octavia sneered at Shepard's words as she removed her helmet and began disassembling her gear. “I need a beer.”

“It's the morning Sinclaire.” Remirez looked at her crookedly.

“Technically, it's morning somewhere on the Eastern Coast of the United States. Here, in the middle of nowhere space, it's night all the time.”

“Your logical flaws me.” Remirez laughed.

“But you can't deny it.” O winked. “So you coming or what Remirez?”

Remirez peered at the copper haired vixen with an askew regard, wondering whether she was really considering having a drink while on duty. He decided nothing could be put passed Sinclaire. He liked that about her and would have joined her in her mutiny except now that he had a little free time he had some things to do.

“Can't. Got a few things I have to take care of.” He winked at her with a grin as they walked out the armoury doors.

“Your loss.”

“No doubt. I'll catch you later Sinclaire.”

With a nod and shared grins like those between old friends the two Soldiers parted ways.

Digging into her pockets as she slowly strolled down the corridors of Bay 5E, O pulled out a few dollar bills she had stuffed in there early. She had all sorts of crap in there that she had no idea how it got there. A card for a night club back somewhere in New York. A piece of candy. A rock?

Ah shit.

She'd lost her key card. Again.

Whipping around Octavia headed back to the Armoury Bay. She was always losing important shit. And she'd lost her key card on numerous occasions. They told her that if she lost it one more time, not only would she have to pay to replace it herself but they would also take disciplinary action against her because apparently 'by losing her key card she was jeopardizing the entire safety of the ship and all personnel on board. '

What a load of crap, thought Octavia. Anyway to extort more money out of us.




“ . . . Maybe you need to punish me.” Issac suggested.

“Don't tempt me.” Ophelia replied with the slightest curve to her lips as she concentrated on running a full diagnostic on Issac.

It took quite a bit of time because of the complexity of Issac, how he ran and everything he was hooked up to. Technically it wasn't in Ophelia's job description however it was almost the best part of her day. A little peace and quite and some very interesting conversations with Issac. No one but her was allowed in here. No one could come here and demand she do this or that. They'd have to wait and Ophelia made sure to take her time with running all the routine tests. For Issac was not only the single most important part of running this Ship; he was the heart of the Valhalla. Something that required the most delicate care.

"Really, what does it take for a bio-computer to get a break around here? That Captain just loves to make his orders..."

Ophelia simply smiled as Issac complained. His favourite pet peeve was the Captain's orders thrust upon him. She had a feeling that if he could take over the Captain's role he would gladly do so.

“The Captain's the Captain. And his orders are to be followed by all that includes you my disobedient friend.”

"Hmm, it also seems like your sister shall be shipping out soon . . . though you needn't worry about her. She can certainly take care of herself." Issac tried to reassure her and the feeling of dread that wore on Ophelia felt as if it had solidified into a heavy piece of mass in her stomach.

The Doctor could not put a finger on her anxious feelings regarding her younger twin. She worried about Octavia constantly. Maybe, she tried to reason sensibly with herself, it was because the fight had never been so close to her.

Octavia was away on one mission or another always. But this was different. Here Ophelia had seen her almost everyday and she would be waiting like the rest of the Ship for the results and outcomes of the Soldiers deployment. She wasn't a fool to believe that everyone would come back in one piece. She just hoped to God that her sister was one to come back fully intact.

“I'm not so sure about that.” Ophelia said finally with a deep sigh and a frown digging into her brow.

When there was no immediate reply from Issac, she knew he was dealing with other things; the Captain's orders no doubt.

Thus, no longer being able to stop herself, she called her sister. If Octavia was dispatched she wouldn't get through but if she hadn't been at least that would put Ophelia's mind at ease for the time being.




Stepping into the Armoury Bay, Octavia headed straight to her locker. She did not let her eyes wonder to the front of the room in case Shepard was still there. She just had to find that damn card and then get the hell out of there.

Opening her locker, she took a quick glance inside. It looked nothing like it had an hour ago. She was a messy and untidy sort and had just stuffed the suit and armour in any which way it would go. Sighing, she rubbed a hand across her forehead knowing she would have to take everything out.

Starting her impossible looking task, she tried not to groan and cuss too much as she systematically pulled everything out. She found $20 dollars under her helmet that she stuffed back into her pocket and her dog tags hung off one of her arm pads.

But no key card!

Crouching, Octavia swore something vicious. She was not paying for another damn card! It was then the WC (Wearable Computer) on her wrist began to ring. A photograph and a name flashed on the screen.

Ophelia.

She accepted the call.

“What's up?”

“So you haven't been dispatched yet?” Ophelia questioned, an uncertain wait weighing her voice.

“Nope.” Octavia replied shortly. “Doesn't look like it's going to be any time today either.”

Ophelia's sigh of relief could be heard down the line clearly; Octavia frowned.

“So how are you?”

O rolled her eyes. Ophelia could be such a shrink at times. How are you? How does that make you feel? What do you think that means to you? Jeez!

“I'm fine, Mom.” Octavia replied with slight irritation as her hand searched blindly the bottom of her locker.

“That bad huh?”

“Worse, actually.” Octavia answered as she strained to pull something from the back of her locker.

The metal frame shook as she pulled out . . . She didn't even know what that was! But it sure wasn't her key card.

“And I can give you two good reasons why that is Doctor.”

Yeah, two good reasons named Shepard and Barton. Octavia mused coldly.

“But I won't bore you with the details of that now. Are you in your Office?”

“No. I'm working out of Office right now.” Ophelia replied.

“Sweet.” Octavia smiled.

Ophelia didn't need to see that smile to know what her sister had in mind.

“Don't order crap for my fridge!” Ophelia demanded down the line.

“What? Order for your fridge? I can't-” Octavia said; making sounds of the line breaking up. “Hear you.”

“Octavia! I'm going to kill you!”

“I love you too! Bye!” Octavia cut the line as she snickered to herself; still crouched at the foot of her locker, one hand searching while the other held the locker edge helping her keep balance.

What good was it being on board a Ship like the Valhalla with your sister if you couldn't take advantage of her privileges?

O decided to ditch the beer and planned on going straight over to Ophelia's Lab and Office. When her older twin was working away from her office, it often kept her away for long periods of time. Enough time for Octavia to enjoy herself at Ophelia's leisure.

She just had to find this damn key card first!

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Issac was silent for a moment, processing the new data. "My apologies in advance, Lieutenant DeKry. I might just end up eating my own words." Working swiftly, the coordinates of the approaching ships were localized, allowing for targeting systems to activate deep scans of the ships, gathering as much detailed data of the ships as he could before the Captain decided to give the order to blow the vessels to pieces. "Lieutenant Heather, if we are indeed boarded, please do try your best to have the Captain to remind his troops not to desecrate anything of relative technological value. Including the bodies themselves, if it's not too much to ask." The second portion of the question was directed partly to the Captain, who had just made his way to the Bridge.

Able to run things on autopilot for now, giving a bit more freedom to the bridge to do as they needed, Project Issac brought most of his focus back to Ophelia. The only thing the bridge might notice would be the ceasing of his jokes, processing power staying the same.

Well, damn. She was currently on the phone with her sister. He mentally chastised himself for even bringing the thought up.

Issac, you idiot, why did you even say anything? You know nothing worries her more than her sister! Idiot!

Another perk of being but a brain: hiding emotions was easy without a face. He waited patiently for Ophelia to finish her call, not being able to help overhearing both sides of the conversation, 'smiling' as Octavia gave her sister a hard time. As the call was ended, Issac gave a small laugh. "Well, you certainly won't have to worry about her changing her personality, I can feel you that much." To avoid being chastised for practically supporting the sister's shenanigans, the then promptly offered his services. "If you'd like, I can remotely lock your office from here so that she cannot enter."

After heeding Ophelia's request to either lock the office or not, his voice shifted, sounding almost unsure. "I, ah, know that the diagnostic checks are almost done, but could you perchance spare moment or two to stay? Nothing important, I just want to chat..." ...like back when I was Issac John Farstar. The second portion of his thought was cut off by the obedience drive. He was a bit annoyed at that, but his bigger concern for the moment was to keep Ophelia inside the Core until the quite plausible attack upon the Valhalla had both happened and subsided. It would keep her safe in the likely event that the alien ships boarded.

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"Captain, the shielded ship has positioned itself so that we are between the boarding ships and it." Heather said. Gunther nodded. The bridge was silent after that, even after the enemy got within range. Nothing was heard. The missiles, as predicted, did severe damage, but they took up a formation so that they would not be able to hit two. The boarding ships themselves looked grotesque. They looked like a mosquito's head, except that it has an 'eye' on every corner. They produced a beam that damaged the missiles, but failed to prevent them from hitting the ship. The pulse cannons and IELfire Missiles decimated five of them, but then they collide with the ship. Gunther told Issac beforehand to position the regiments to the locations that would be boarded, to prevent them from getting a foothold.

Spartan Regiment was quiet as they sat in the corridor. Its been a few minutes, but they've been briefed on the situation from the captain himself. They were ready. A massive tube burst from the wall in the next room over, and the air lock sealed immediately. The tube was composed of dark metal, with metal that looked almost green spider-webbed across its surface. There was silence for a few seconds, then a cover popped into place between the alien tube and the ship's hull, and the room filled with air again. The airlock opened, and Spartan Regiment rushed in. They took up positions behind cover, pointing every gun at the tube. There was a quiet rumbling at first, then suddenly there was a loud bang, and a tall creature fell from the hole and landed on its massive feet. It stood 8 feet tall, had arms and legs the width of logs, and wore little armor. Only a mask covered its face, only blurring its glowing yellow eyes. It didn't seem to have hands, simply having five clawed fingers and a gaping hole in place of this. It looked around the room, showing no emotion, then grabbed what appeared to be a small canister at its hip and banged it on the tube, sending a loud ringing across the room. It grabbed a second on its belt and pointed it at the largest group as two more started dropping from the tube.

(Bromander Shepard, I noticed that you failed to abandon your character. If you would be so kind as to do that so that we may continue the RP?)

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