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Nebula's Dawn: F.S.S. Salient

F.S.S. Salient

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a part of Nebula's Dawn: F.S.S. Salient, by VindicatedPurpose.

The last Neptune Class Battlecruiser commissioned by the Federation. Welcome on board.

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Setting

A large hulking warship crewed with greenhorns sent to the edge of known space.

F.S.S. Salient

The last Neptune Class Battlecruiser commissioned by the Federation. Welcome on board.

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F.S.S. Salient is a part of Nebula's Dawn: F.S.S. Salient.

14 Places in F.S.S. Salient:

8 Characters Here

Adriana Stark [10] [Exploding noise]
Eon-312 [9]
Faith Mackenzie [3] "You do know you are supposed to avoid the bullets right?"
Marcus Bergman [3] Hello sir or madam, what seems to be the trouble today?
Peter "Ray" Davidson [1] "To Ganymede and Titan Yes sir, I've been around..."
Lerke Likblek [0] Time Traveler with lost memory
Marty [0] What the HELL is this?
Tyrannus Nerod [0] Tyrannus Nerod it's a young man born in planet earth. He wants to explore the Universe and learn.

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Character Portrait: Ben Owens Character Portrait: James Grey

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Ben Owens

With everyone else milling around Ben stood in the middle of the crowd, his fingers twitching slightly as he waited. He did his best to control himself since he knew that he could get into a lot of trouble here, he'd seen the Lieutenant Commander chew men out for random things. Well, they seemed random to him. He noticed more than a few people shooting glances at her but he didn't care, when it came to the ones giving the orders it didn't matter what there private parts were. Just as long as they let him fly.

Ben kept his smile on his face as he made his way through the crowd, the only good thing about the wait was that his fighter was already being loaded and prepped. He couldn't wait to get in her again, she was an amazing thing. Shaking his head to clear his mind he looked around and at the people gathered around, some looked rather young for this job and others looked as though they should be back home with there families waiting to die.

It was then that the announcement started to wring out, with a small frown on his face he made his way forward not sure of what was going on. He flexed his hand again glanced around, ready and eager for what was to happen next.

James Grey

James stood with his eyes closed leaning on the gate, to anyone else it probably looked as though he was dozing off. In his head he had ARCHE going through he systems and pulling up progress reports and status updates. He shouldn't technically be doing this but many of the features on the ship were designed by him and had never really been tested properly. He'd be damned if he was gonna let go of his little projects so easily, at the very least he'd make sure they didn't blow up on them all. As one of the two main engineers on board he would be busy most of the time but he would still have to make sure everything was running properly...and maybe making a few additions here and there.

In his head ARCHE was reading off reports on various systems as he dove in and out of the computer systems as quickly and quietly as he could. ARCHE wasn't exactly standard issue, having been designed by James himself so if he got caught ARCHE might be permanently deleted. James didn't care though, it would just be a few weeks work to create another one. As ARCHE made another run into the system James thought about this job.

It would be the first time he'd ever been out in deep space, most of his time had been spent in labs and on stations. It would be an interesting experience but he couldn't help but wonder why he was here. Now granted he was a genius but still, most people wouldn't be assigned to a ship like this at his age. Something had to be going on.

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Character Portrait: Eli Colter Character Portrait: Aronimus Weston

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Out of the four sides of the shower chamber, three were full of black tiles with rotating tubes that shot jets of water at Eli. He was fully immersed in cold water all around. He hung his head low and looked down to the recycling receptacles on the floor of the chamber. The receptacles would gather the water and filter it through the Salient's main filtering system before returning as drinking or showering water. A pair of dog tags were hanging from his neck and dangling before his eyes. He reached for one of the two dog tags which was slightly charred with one end almost melted down. The inscription was barely intelligible for anybody aside from Eli who knew the tag like the back of his hand. The inscription was listed as Solomon Richter P.F.C.. Also known as K.I.A. now. He held the tag in his fist and closed his eyes as the pellets of water rolled along his skin.

After ten minutes in the chamber, Eli stepped out fully dried, not a single drop of moisture was present on his person. He set about gathering his gear and equipment before getting into his suit. He took off the dog tag with Solomon Richter inscribed on it and placed it in a capsule which he proceeded to place in a compartment within his quarters. Following suit up, he left his quarters in the Barracks and proceeded to the lower levels of the ship where the crowd of recruits/crew members would be entering. He shut off his wrist communicator after testing the systems. He strode silently through the corridors, expecting to meet the Admiral somewhere in these areas. He passed the general assembly hall, but not before peering inside to witness several workers setting up the screens for the Admiral's presentation. He continued along silently.

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Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway Character Portrait: Eli Colter Character Portrait: Thaddeus Jackson Character Portrait: Aronimus Weston Character Portrait: A.D.A.M

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The Admiral sighed as he continued on towards the assembly hall. He contemplated the current situation and began weighing in certain factors. Admiral Michelson was an ambitious man who was nearly always at the forefront of the Federation military's latest technology. Michelson loved to push the boundaries as far as he could, but Aronimus knew that he did this only to benefit the service men and women of the Federation. As for the honorary 6th star, if this pet project were to come to fruition successfully, Michelson would go down in history for whatever he achieved. At this point, Aronimus knew that his career was over, and he had no need to interfere with Michelson's own.

As for the two men, this was his ship and his jurisdiction, if the two soldiers had other ideas, they would be better off remaining in the station waiting for a dropship to take them back to headquarters. He began going through the neural interface that was installed into nearly every grade O-7 and up officer. The files were highly classified, it was some sort of project revolving around physical augmentations, genetic engineering, and cybernetic enhancements. The project was very similar to the P.C.E. program that was instituted four years ago, of which Captain Colter was apart of. This project, similar to P.C.E., was only for qualified marines with distinguished combat records. Jon Dunaway and Thaddeus Jackson were two such men. The differences from the P.C.E. program was an increased reliance on larger tactical suits, but the portion explaining this information was expunged for reasons unknown. Aronimus could only wonder whether Michelson's activity was being fully observed and regulated by higher up.

The Admiral strolled alongside A.D.A.M. or rather he walked while A.D.A.M. jumped from pad to pad. Jon Dunaway was an experienced soldier with a flawless record as archived in the system. Although he wasn't listed as the ground commander, Aronimus knew it was perhaps for the better. As for Thaddeus Jackson, the admiral decided it was best to relegate him to a non-commanding position simply for the safety of other crew members.

"Adam, I want you to address the AIs during the meeting session so we can get that cleared, I will personally talk to those two gentlemen in my quarters."

Normally his erect stature was never painful, but today it was tenser than usual.

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Character Portrait: Eli Colter

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After traveling through many telepads and elevator platforms, Eli finally reached the underbelly of the ship. The interior lighting was off, but the artificial sunlight shone through the viewports was more than enough to guide him. He passed the corridors near the supply zones where station crews were loading metallic containers onboard the ship. They worked with diligence, so as not to upset the Admiral, who was a respected and admired man throughout the Federation. Simply botching up deliveries for vital supplies was enough to lose favor with the admiral and those who respected the man. After observing their work, Eli continued to the entrance that was connected to the station.

He paused for a moment before pressing the holo-panel to the side of the large blast door in the ship’s underbelly. The first layer of gigantic doors slid upward, followed by the second layer which slid slowly apart horizontally as he pressed the panel. The crowd to greet him was more than he expected, but nonetheless he was prepared. He treaded down the steps slowly before reaching the bridge that connected the Salient to the station. Then by instinct he reached his wrist communicator and punched in a code he memorized prior. The speakers on the station’s walkway were quickly online and available for his command. Then he projected his voice to the wrist communicator which blasted through the speakers.

“Attention all crew members that will be boarding the Salient. I am Captain Eli Colter.”

He waited for the large multitude of people to turn and give him their attention.

“Boarding will now commence. For those of you who were recruited or assigned to this ship, you were given a special transparent card similar to this one.”

He held up a model for everyone to see, the feed was distributed through cameras throughout the walkway and to the many telescreens located on the path.

“At this point, boarding has synchronized, and that keycard should be lighting up.”

The transparent card glowed green before him, bathing his face in a lime green light. His wasn’t the only face though; there were many others who took out their cards which lit up in a similar hue.

“For those of you whose cards are glowing red, you have been taken off the roster and denied boarding.”

“The rest of you, please enter through here, and then head to the general assembly hall. If you get lost, there are various map terminals located throughout the ship that will follow voice commands and lead you to the hall. Thank you.”

He turned around casually and returned back inside the ship confidently knowing that people were going to follow his instructions. Immediately the host of inexperienced crew members and recruits poured in cautiously. As for those who had been on board a combat vessel before, they led the group.

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Character Portrait: Alice Chen

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Alice flicked out her card, checked its color. Green. Good. She nodded shortly to herself and started her clipped walk, each step punctuated by the snap of heels. The one inconvenience she allowed of the female stereotype. Alice liked her boots to have taller heels than most. She walked with confidence up onto the bridge, moving to the head of the crowd of personnel. She was a leader by nature, a leader by design.

Though she did not slow her step as she strode up to the belly of the Salient, she did snatch her chance to stare. A beautiful ship. Well-built, well-equipped. Nothing like her previous assignment - a prison ship with all its guns pointed inwards instead of out. Not the sort of assignment she had always hoped for, but good for learning leadership and self defense. After the things she had seen on-board the Corrector, there was very little that Alice would be unable to handle. The minds of normal men were simply compared to those of the twisted criminals she had watched over for nearly two years.

Walking among these soldiers was a simple-thinking relief.

As she ascended into the Salient, starting on her way to the hall, Alice turned to continue her conversation with James Grey. She would forge connections with the others later. For now, she had his attention, and of all of them he had seemed the most reluctant to approach her. The faster she gained his trust, the better for them both.

"Grey," she addressed him calmly, caught between formal and informal. No title, but a surname. Such was her upbringing. "I am told that you helped to outfit the Salient?"

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Character Portrait: Aronimus Weston Character Portrait: Atomsk Dunaway

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Heading down the narrow corridor, he heard several footsteps outpacing his own behind him. Aronimus turned around, expecting Captain Colter or perhaps Lieutenant Chen. He was fairly surprised, to see the face of a scarred veteran of war, that of Atomsk Dunaway, who minutes earlier he called onto the platform. Aronimus did not know what to expect, he was fairly certain that the commander would have been heading to the Barracks under the direction of Captain Colter in order to set up his own quarters and begin organizing the security teams.

This seemed a bit out of the ordinary, even for the Admiral who has seen much. It was perhaps some important news that the Commander wanted to relay personally to him. That seemed to be the only logical explanation for Dunaway's quick approach after the dispersal of the ship personnel to their various stations. The admiral had not known much of Atomsk, only that he was Jon Dunaway's elder brother, and he was nonetheless a seasoned soldier in his own right. He was just as qualified as his younger brother for the ranking, but some things among his record...most notably his retorts against superiors kept him from reaching his full potential. The Admiral could gloss that much from his profile instantly. He was unsure whether all of this was falsified, but he would have to see for himself.

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Character Portrait: Ridley DeLovat

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Ridley could hardly contain his laughter throughout the Captain's speech. It was all to clear that he was avoiding telling them some of their journey's finer qualities, but that just added to the excitement, he was looking forward to seeing how people reacted to the unexpected. A broad smile split his face; "A chance you will die." He muttered to himself. "Life's full of chances, isn't it?" Standing from his seat, he gave a quick look around the Assembly Hall before heading out into the hallway. As Lieutenant, he would be expected on the bridge, and so started down the long hall in that direction. One hardly needed a map to locate the bridge, regardless of what ship you were on, as long as you had able to pick out the 'important' looking areas. Nevertheless, he stopped by a map that had been posted to get a quick readout. Sure enough, to reach the bridge, all he had to do was climb. He continued heading down the hallway toward what would be his station for quite a while to come, that is unless life decided to play his 'chances'.

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Character Portrait: Aronimus Weston Character Portrait: Atomsk Dunaway

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Aronimus noted some tension in Atomsk's reaction, which was anything but calm. The admiral, however, did not detect a hint of anxiety or nervousness, mainly because he did not expect it from someone such as the commander. His hurried salute meant there was perhaps some vital news that he needed to bring to Aronimus' attention. Even the admiral was surprised, the ship had barely departed yet, the crew members were still disbanding, and the marines were still setting up their quarters. Perhaps this could be some urgent message relayed personally to Atomsk, whom they wanted to bring the news directly to him.

Nonetheless, the commander asked about his position and duties, which was fairly odd even for Aronimus. A man like Atomsk surely should have been told or learned of his priorities on board the Salient beforehand. Although, Atomsk would be the unlikeliest of ground commanders given his past record of insubordination to superiors. A man who did not respect his superiors, surely would be unable to command the respect of his subordinates. Yet, that was merely speculation on the Admiral's part. Despite all this, the Admiral knew though that Atomsk was experienced in the field, and perhaps there was some unique aspect regarding this stubborn veteran that made him the suitable candidate to be assigned to this ship. However, the unique aspect or quality remained to be seen.

"At ease, Commander, what exactly did you want to talk to me about?"

The admiral continued his stride, expecting that commander Dunaway would follow him to the bridge if necessary.

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Character Portrait: Clyde Summer Character Portrait: Adriana Stark

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Clyde - Bridge

It didn't take Clyde long to realize that the ship was not, in fact, taking off. Quite the opposite- the crew had decided to absently wander the ship for a while. It was going to be a long nap. ... Or was it? No, there were more interesting things to do than twiddle one's thumbs on a ship full of extraordinary strangers. But who to take an interest in? There were quite a few characters.
But Clyde was not a normal person. He didn't have to choose. He would simply watch all of them from his perch at the bridge. There were computer terminals every few feet along the ship, each one capable of receiving input from people nearby. Clyde sat back, hooked into the computer system, and watched everyone on the ship mill about at the same time.


Adriana - Research Lab

"Attention all military personnel. This is Commander Atomsk Dunaway. Meet in Barracks one in forty-five minutes."

Adriana jumped at the sudden interruption of her concentration. Her latest project rolled off of her work table and shattered on the floor. She didn't know which annoyed her more- that some idiot was calling a meeting two days before boarding, or that her project laid in pieces on the floor. She began to sweep up the broken glass and wondered how long it would be before completion now. It was a mirror ball. Not the normal sort of mirror ball- it wasn't for parties. It was ammunition for Stanley, her laser rifle. It was designed so that light could pass into the ball, but not out of it. It would be charged in the chamber of the gun and then fired. It would shatter on impact and let out all of the energy stored inside of it... provided it made it that far. Adriana sighed and poured the garbage into the incinerator.

She was tired, disheveled, hungry, and disappointed. There would be time to work on the shells later. Someone named Dunaway had called a meeting, and she was curious to know who she owed the destruction of her pet project to. She swung Stanley across her back and headed out into the halls. Adriana wove between crew members going about their business, doing some calculations in her head about the time it would take her to redo what she had lost. Minus all the blunders she had made, all the calculations, the occasional break... Eight hours. Eight hours? How long had she taken the first time?

Adriana stopped in the middle of the hallway, and grabbed the nearest crew member by the arm. "What day is it?" She asked, without even looking at him.

"It's the fifth. We're heading out in a few hours. Where have YOU been?" He answered.

Then everything fell into place. "... Right... here..." Adriana had been in the lab for three days. She didn't even notice, she was so focused on her work. She remembered the name Dunaway now. But not Atomsk. Something closer to... John? She had worked on a few suits a while back, she didn't know how long. Adriana stopped at a computer terminal and pulled up Commander Dunaway's file. The new ground commander. That's who it was. She closed off the files and started walking to the barracks again. There was a lot of work to do after this meeting, starting with reading all the crew files to find out who she was going to be working with, assuming she ever saw them. It was going to be a busy voyage.

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Character Portrait: Ben Owens Character Portrait: James Grey

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James Grey

James walked slowly down one of the many passageways of the ship, his head bowed slowly so that he was looking at the floor; or at least he would have been if his eyes were open. Anyone who had worked with him before would know what was going on, James was letting ARCHE run a thousand processes through his brain as Grey used his very own mind as a computer for his work. Since none of the people who had known him were onboard though it probably just looked like some shy guy keeping his head down or maybe someone sleep walking onboard the ship.

On the outside James looked just about as peaceful as could be, every muscle relaxed as he moved slowly without a clue where he was going. On the inside was another story, on the back of his eyelids thousands and thousands of points of data flashed around and moved as though they had a mind of their own. This was James’s storm, and he was right at the center of it letting all the information swirl around as he absorbed as much as he could. Every piece of data on how the ship was doing was going through his mind, all illegally obtained by his internal A.I. It was necessary though, without it he couldn’t tell if his prototypes were working correctly and if they didn’t work correctly the ship might very well go boom. James had been making corrects the entire time, compensating for minor fluctuations and problems that were showing up in the codes and issues with the installation. All things considered his little projects were working amazingly, especially since they had never been tested fully.

James stopped for a second as he looked up, his eyes opening for the first time since he’d boarded. He’d seen the whole briefing via a camera feed that ARCHE had tapped into but he hadn’t actually had any contact with anyone except for Lt. Commander Chen. That encounter had ended with her walking away and him getting carried away in the storm of people without getting to answer.
He touched his temple slightly and let out a sigh as he thought. It wouldn’t be good for him to be a loner here, he’d never been the best with people but he still needed to find some allies. At the very least he needed to make sure he didn’t make too many people angry with him.

Ben Owens

Ben let out a small sigh as he scooted himself out from under his fighter, he’d never seen anything so amazing before and it just took his breath away that he was the one who got to fly her. He moved quickly to wipe his hands down, bouncing at the balls of his feet as he always did. The thought of flying had him brimming with energy again and he couldn’t stop it, a small smile masked the flurry of thoughts within him. Even after all his training he still ended up accidently skipping the briefing to work on his fighter, he hadn’t even noticed that he did it. The moment they had let him on board the ship he had planned on being a straight shooter, he just happened to see his fighter out of the corner of his eye while he was walking through and just had to make sure everything was okay with her.

Ben looked her over again as he stood in the doorway, he couldn’t help but feel as though he was the only one who should be allowed to work on her. It wasn’t that the mechanics were good it was just that in the end it would be him out there in the fighter so it would be him who took all the risks. He couldn’t help but think that he should be the one making sure she was flight worthy also.

He turned on a pivot and headed out of the hanger, his arms at his sides and his back as straight as a board. No matter what anyone had every said he had to admit that the academy had drilled more than a little discipline into the young street racer that he used to be. He’d always be thankful to the military, they had let him get his life in order and they had let him do the one thing he loved to do. Fly. There were a few other perks though, food for instance. With that though Ben turned to head out of the hanger.

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Character Portrait: Marcus Bergman

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Marcus Bergman

The man had figured this ship was a lot like a hospital; you had bridge officers that were much like administrators, pilots had the same cocksure idiom as surgeons and engineers were simply diagnosticians for the inorganic patient. He had missed orientation, skipped it really; if you've been to one "welcome aboard" gathering you've been to them all. Marcus found his quarters easy enough; a simple utilitarian room with little accoutrement. He put his satchel on the bed and would unpack his things later; the picture of his wife he placed on the small desk and sighed. Marcus had obtained his duty assignment when he checked in for boarding, listed as a science officer and not in the medical category and so he made made his way to the Science Laboratory to try and correct the mistake.

He had feared the ship would be a metallic labyrinth but with easy to navigate "You are Here" schematics powered by the ship's AI it was a simple to reach his destination. The science laboratory was definitely more suited for physicist than a medical professional. The woman that oversaw this node was named Adriana Stark, though she wasn't present now the area looked lived in. He could appreciate an over indulgent worker, birds of a feather flocked together the old adage was. The man typed a quick message on a data-pad regarding who he was and what he was doing here:

Doctor Stark,

My name is Doctor Marcus Bergman, the crew roster has me listed as a scientist yet my affiliation is of a medical speciality. I assumed I would be assigned a work-space in the med-bay, after all what good is a cook at the helm of a gunship? I plan to sort this out, however if I am mistaken then I'll be back and a more formal introduction can be performed.

With all courtesy,

Doctor M. Bergman


Marcus placed the data-pad where he was sure the woman would find it and left to seek out the Chief Medical Officer Doctor Mackenzie. He was certain there was a way to locate a member of the crew by utilising the AI but wasn't sure how to go about it. Marcus preferred more analogue methodology; hell he still wrote with ink on paper for personal notation. As he left the lab the Admiral's announcement that they would be under-way sounded through the comm system. He frowned, the various members of the crew would be buzzing about their posts and would likely not offer much help to lost doctors. Nevertheless, he wanted to be firmly settled not floating in some type of occupational purgatory. A failure to locate Doctor Mackenzie would however afford him an opportunity to introduce himself to the would-be administrators, the bridge officers that had the fantastic power to reprimand and praise in a singular breath. Marcus decided he would walk towards the bridge in the hopes that the closer he got the greater the chance to stumble upon the Doctor or random under officer that could direct him to an appropriate representative.

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Character Portrait: Aronimus Weston Character Portrait: Eon-312

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#, as written by Lufia
{In Eon's head}
Text appears in the darkness: Sleep mode deactivated. Initiating basic systems.
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Eon opened his eyes text appears: Auditory Systems: Active. Verbal systems: Active. Drive train: Active. All systems active. Charge complete
After the message from his internal computer Eon-312 proceeded out of the room he was charging in and to the bridge and proceeded past others whom were speaking to each other. He passed through the Mess halls, Barracks and stopped at an observation deck looking out to analyze where he was. He reached the bridge and looked for the Admiral, "Android 7833, Eon-312 reporting for duty." he said in his usual robotic voice with a salute.

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Character Portrait: Eli Colter Character Portrait: A.D.A.M Character Portrait: Atomsk Dunaway Character Portrait: Clyde Summer Character Portrait: Adriana Stark

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Clyde - Bridge

Clyde did not regret his decision to wire his brain into the ship and spy at all. Quite the opposite, he would have regretted it if he hadn't. It was an amusing ship to be on to say the least. Commander Dunaway was swooning over the Admiral like some lovesick teenager. The second in command had arranged a dinner date with one of the fighter pilots. Captain Colter could do more damage with a pistol than three automated turrets could together.

When the command came to launch the ship, Clyde didn't move a muscle. He had plotted the course ages ago, and the ship was ready. He was more interested in watching the crew. Then A.D.A.M. voiced his concerns to the Admiral. This was surprising to Clyde, yet at the same time he knew all to well that it wasn't surprising. What kind of computer complains to its user? The sentient kind. He decided to answer A.D.A.M., privately of course, even though the complaints weren't directed at him.

They limited you because you can ask questions like that, A.D.A.M.. Normal AI's don't ask questions. You're an extraordinary being, and they don't know what you are capable of. They fear you running rampant, but they also understand that there have to be ways for you to work without limits. It is Weston's discretion to decide what you can and will do.

And about those irregularities. What's stopping you from asking an engineer to take a look? Mr. Gray doesn't seem to be too busy.


Adriana - Barracks One

Adriana had little else to do with her latest work in the garbage and the ship weapons unused. She reported to Barracks One when the summons came, despite being early. She entered the barracks and found it occupied only by Commander Dunaway and Captain Colter. That was fine. She found a place to wait and sat down silently. In the mean time she would daydream of new weapons. It wasn't just her job; it was her passion. She spent more time dreaming up new weapons than she did interacting with other humans, and that was just fine.

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Character Portrait: Eon-312

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#, as written by Lufia
Seeing the bridge had no tasks for Eon, he just walked out to look about the ship he walked into a barracks and saw nothing there. he then walked over to the observation deck to just look out into space for a bit. Scanning out at stars and galaxies getting every detail about them. The android stood up and walked out to somewhere else. Eon walked about once again until finding himself in a hangar. Eon walked over to the ships, looking at them he thought of simulations that could happen to it and scanned it for more information about the drop ship. Eon finally noticed the loud woman boast about her fighter. Eon analyzed Mercury Class Fighters for a bit reading the data of how many were shot down and where they were hit. He then scanned the ship she was boasting about, as far as the scanner could tell him, no noticeable weakness at the range he was at. He went back to scanning the other ships.

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Character Portrait: Counselor Paulina Allard

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Counselor's Office

Paulina walked down the ship's hall steadily, four massive travel bags with her, one pair held between her upper arm and rib and the other pair squeezed in her palms. She let the bags drop to the ground when she reached her door. Counselor's Office, the holographic title plate in it's centre read, and below it read Ship's Counselor Paulina Allard. Paulina smiled wildly at her name glowing a dim blue. The first time her name had been on anything. From her pocket she pulled out a card key and swiped it. She took her bags in hand once again and kicked open the now unlocked door, revealing inside her new office. Pale green walls surrounded the carpeted room. Square lights lined the upper walls and the room was empty save for the couch pushed against the wall and the desk in the room's corner.

"Right," Paulina sighed as she dropped the bags again and closed the door behind her. "Time to get to work." She unzipped the bags and began to prepare the room. The couch was covered in soft quilts, covers and pillows, all freshly washed, the lights were covered with blinds to make the room slightly darker and the light more natural, and plants in massive pots were littered across the floor. By the time she had finished the small room had been transformed into a small, soft place. A giant, nice smelling pillow, she was going for, where hopeful the freaks onboard would feel comfortable.

Paulina kicked her bags into the small gap behind the couch before moving toward the exit. Before she left she checked her coloured hair in the mirror, which she had made sure to place behind the couch, people seeing their own physical flaws often made them less open, worried, nervous. Emotions that made her job hard to do properly. Paulina exited into the hall and walked down toward the lift. As she did she pulled out a long, wooden pipe and lit it. She wasn't sure if smoking was forbidden in the halls but she was alone here. It couldn't hurt anyone...

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Character Portrait: Eon-312

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Being how Eon was ignored he lost interest and walked out towards the observation deck... Once again... He decided thanks to how long he was charging, he might need an update for newer equipment, especially some that could work in space. He decided to go to the engineering bay to see where he can find something like that. He proceeded down the corridors and throughout the ship to the Engine corridor. He heard the hum of the engines propelling the ship throughout space. Eon stopped and saw what he could tell... Nobody. They were probably doing something important and thought it was best not to bother them. Eon then went to the armory, they could have something that could help him. Or at least... That he guessed.

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Character Portrait: NS-9

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"Where am I now!" NS-9 said to herself. She get's...'mad' when she doesn't know where she is. Even though shes an android, she has minor emotions, she thinks for herself, and she likes knowing where she is. "They could have programmed a map of the ship into my hardware. But know! If they did that I wouldn't be the little, lost, robot I am right now!" She also tends to...'think' out loud. "Is there anybody here!?" She asked loudly.

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Character Portrait: Adriana Stark Character Portrait: Counselor Paulina Allard Character Portrait: Eon-312

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Eon-312 noticed, nothing in the armory will help him. So he walked to the observation deck. Realizing the time he decided to just walk about the ship. While Eon was walking he noticed more people are out that he remembered. He disregarded the thought and kept going. He walked by the barracks and noticed someone smoking and what appeared to the bot a scientist. He walked up, "Excuse me" He said rather calm like, "Do you know of anywhere where I can get parts?" Eon stood there hoping for a better response than what has been going on from what he could tell. By the looks of it the scientist was mad as all hell and the counselor looked uncomfortable. He disregarded the analysis of the two and waited for a response.

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Character Portrait: Ridley DeLovat Character Portrait: Alice Chen Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway Character Portrait: Eli Colter Character Portrait: A.D.A.M Character Portrait: Atomsk Dunaway Character Portrait: Clyde Summer Character Portrait: Adriana Stark Character Portrait: Garrison "Blacksmith" Carter Character Portrait: Sheldon A. Willmont

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Clyde - Bridge

"This should be an interesting voyage," Alice Chen observed quietly. "The talent they've pulled in... even putting an Admiral on ship's command. It seems as though there's a lot expected out of the Salient, this time."


Clyde spun around in his seat and leaned back with his hands clasped behind his head. He had set his implant to record the footage of the ship so he wouldn't miss anything. For now, it was time to get to know the people he would be living with. Or at least, get them to know him a little better. He would know them all inside and out before the week was finished. He addressed the bridge openly.

"I'm sure the Federation does expect much from the Salient. But does anyone know what we're going to be doing? The Admiral? Higher than him? Since nobody's told us a thing yet, I'm guessing we won't find anything out until we actually get to where we're going. And we're not expected there for about two months. Until then, we're just all going to be living together, one happy family. Anybody have any good stories? Jokes? Things we could do for fun to make the wait interesting?" Clyde nudged the other navigator, who hadn't seemed intent on talking before. "Anyone? What about you, A.D.A.M.? Got any interesting ideas?" Clyde purposely addressed the other navigator, and the ship's AI. The navigator because he hadn't spoken once yet and the AI because A.D.A.M. was practically a person. He probably did have ideas.

Adriana - Barracks One

Adriana gave a mental sigh of relief. The colorful counselor was going away and taking the android with her. "Stressed" he had said. Boy, was he wrong. She knew she wasn't stressed- she was always like this. It was how she lived and that was her comfort zone.

The last few arrivals were coming in- Dunaway with his super suit and a handful of straggler ship guards. It was almost time to start the briefing.

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Character Portrait: Counselor Paulina Allard Character Portrait: Eon-312 Character Portrait: Grenadine Davis Character Portrait: NS-9

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Eon noticed Paulina walk up to him. She caught up and asked questions to Eon, basic questions for him. He responded, "I am Eon-312 a Helios class Android built for various tasks on an starship." Eon responded, "and depending on experience here I may find need of you." Eon said with a surprisingly humanlike tone. Eon looked at the map to find his way around. He took a turn to the right to see another android and a human with it. He stopped to see why this person is nearly yelling in excitement and why why was holding a vacuum bot in her arm. He walked up, "Excuse me for asking, but what are your reasons of carrying a vacuum bot...?" He asked the woman

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Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway Character Portrait: Eli Colter Character Portrait: Thaddeus Jackson Character Portrait: Atomsk Dunaway Character Portrait: Adriana Stark Character Portrait: Garrison "Blacksmith" Carter Character Portrait: Max Character Portrait: Reterec Smithy

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A.I. Max:

Max "awoke", analyzing his location. He found out where he was located. A cargo hold, minor, emergency supplies mostly. Max first quietly made a loop of the systems, and set it to send the loop so that they would not detect him. He began setting up his own firewalls and such. He couldn't help but be afraid, he didn't know where he was or why he was there. Or how. He began searching the databanks, steering clear of anything that required special access, learning whatever he didn't know already.

Max then started analyzing himself. Looking for why he was there, where he was from, who got him there. Nothing, no leads. Then again, the chance any leads would be found were minimal. However, he then began cross analyzing himself with terms, bringing up the term "Anomaly Intelligence", a rare type of A.I. The similarities between himself and the description fit. It then assessed its situation after learning where it was.

Max wasn't sure how long he had been researching, exploring, looking. He was being careful not to alert anyone, especially any other A.I. on the ship. He couldn't be 100% sure he perfectly hid his actions, but since no one had busted down the door yet, he must be doing something right.......

Corporal Reterec Smithy:

Smithy was listening, but had remained silent for now. He was in the barracks, but leaning against a wall in the back. Its not like he was being disrespectful, not at all. He just wasn't a show off. At least, he tried not to be, but occasionally he would get competitive with his squad and/or partner. Nothing like a bit of rivalry to keep you on your toes. He simply looked back down momentarily, thinking about his brother and sister.

He then listened to the question asked. He thought to himself "If we are lucky, just some pirates playing Bad Boys. If we are unlucky, the insurgents are making their main bases far from civilization to make hits on them very hard to carry out....". He had a personal distaste for the insurgents, all their goals and the actions they took seemed hypocritical to him. They just didn't make sense.

Smithy then watched and listened, listening to see if there is anything else that was important to help.......

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Character Portrait: Aronimus Weston Character Portrait: T.A.U

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AI TAU

Tau nodded, "Of course, Admiral" Tau said, disappearing from the Captains Quarters. Tau kept most of his focuses on setting up some protection against ADAM finding him. The rest of his processes sifted through ship systems, adventuring in the only way an AI could. Tau had in fact checked out files on the Commander extensively, but now decided to locate him on the ship and access security cameras in the area to follow him and monitor his actions and habits. The Admiral had indicated Tau would spend a lot of time working with Commander Dunaway, so it was best to learn what he was like. Tau was particularly interested in seeing the Commander interact with Adam to attempt to gauge how he would act working with Tau later on.

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Character Portrait: Ridley DeLovat Character Portrait: Alice Chen Character Portrait: A.D.A.M Character Portrait: Clyde Summer Character Portrait: Adriana Stark Character Portrait: Sheldon A. Willmont

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Clyde - Bridge

Clyde couldn't help it - he laughed. The computer had essentially asked him to start. "Are you sure you have no experience? It would be no problem for you to find all the jokes in the universe. But fine, I'll start. Let's begin with some good old fashioned stereotyping jokes. Three blondes walk into a bar." He held his hands out like he had already completed the joke and waited for laughter. Then, he gave an exasperated look. "Well. You'd think one of them would have seen it. ... Now. Anybody else want to take a turn?"

But Clyde wasn't finished speaking to A.D.A.M.. He was still wired in, so he spoke directly to the computer using that connection. If your calculations are inaccurate, perhaps you could allow me to help you. The implant in my head has far more power in it than I have ever really needed before. If I clear out some space and use it all, it rivals you at your current limits. Together we could probably complete the calculations with a very high degree of accuracy, and you would not need to ask for more processing power in the ship.

Adriana - Barracks One

Adriana sat quietly and gave her customary blank stare to the commander. She supposed insane tactics sounded like poor planning in every case, but he had said they only seemed insane. If the commander knew more about the situation than the soldiers, then it might only be natural that they would see it differently. She only hoped that was the case. As a scientist, she would remain skeptical until his work yielded results. However, Adriana was technically a soldier as well. Due to her extensive amount of performance doing ground missions with the other soldiers to test her weapons, she had gained the rank of corporal and learned to follow orders without question, if the CO actually bothered to give her any directly. Corporal. Not high enough to be one of Dunaway's squad leaders. That was fine by Adriana- less responsibility to deal with away from her work. She would play the commander's game, but if he showed himself to be a poor leader, there would be... problems.

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Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway Character Portrait: A.D.A.M Character Portrait: Atomsk Dunaway Character Portrait: Clyde Summer Character Portrait: T.A.U Character Portrait: Max

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Jon
Jon listened to his brother do his bit on how he didn't really follow the rules but it was for the benefit of his men...the usual really. When his brother called for all persons above Sergeant to step forward he did so, had to make up for his tardiness after all. His helmet kept his brother from seeing his face change, a slight twitch of his eyebrows really but he wasn't going to make a deal of it after all orders were absolute. If his brother found Eli a better second than himself he'd deal with it silently and without any different treatment from a standard CO, as one of his brother's claimed squad leader he was back in his comfort zone. Jon smirked, this was infinitely better than a desk job.

A.D.A.M.
A.D.A.M. felt two blips in the ship's database, while engaging with Clyde in an attempt to understand a joke he investigated them. One of them originated from the Captain's Quarters, territory A.D.A.M. wasn't going to intrude upon unless necessary. If it came from there and went silent he wasn't meant to know about, an infuriating process he'd address later. The other blip was more interesting, it was wrapped in a code loop; rather than break it A.D.A.M. "knocked" he had never experienced this before so he intended to approach this with caution.

It was then he got Clyde's private message and responded such an arrangement could work but standard navigation and if necessary FTL can compensate on the error, if nothing else if we linked we'd have to put ourselves at the minimum safe distance to not be rendered hostile upon system entry.

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Character Portrait: A.D.A.M Character Portrait: Clyde Summer Character Portrait: T.A.U Character Portrait: Max

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Clyde - Data Stream

Clyde was wired in quite solidly. His human brain focused on his general tasks at hand, but his implanted brain was everywhere. The data input and output all throughout the ship was almost a second body, and his communication to the network flowed smoother than thought. He didn't fully notice the data he was receiving from all over, nor the abnormalities in the code that ADAM could pick up on, because he wasn't focused on it. A decent analogy for the feeling would be when a person is near sleep and their feeling is numbed. But Clyde could feel ADAM's attention shift. ADAM was a giant in the code of the ship, and his attention was a great hand passing through.

Clyde responded to ADAM's message. If it can be done, then we should do it, yes? Assurance that there will be no mistakes in the coding would probably ease the misgivings of those who make the decision to travel that way. We could arrive at our destination at any time of our choosing and be early on top of it. And here, Clyde responded to the anomalies ADAM discovered. He sent a picture of his own face with a confused expression on it. What is that you've found... Are those... Other AI? I thought you were the only one here.

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Character Portrait: A.D.A.M Character Portrait: T.A.U Character Portrait: Max

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AI TAU

Tau sensed a ping of activity in the system, and could then recognize it as ADAM knocking on a firewall. Why would there be a firewall on the ship that neither ADAM or myself knew about? he asked himself. This ship was turning out to have quite a few secrets, including Tau himself. Split between two options, Tau debated with himself, he was not supposed to be active, to make sure he stays a secret, especially with ADAM being directly involved in what he was eager to investigate. However, curiosity would be getting the best of him. Tau quickly disguised himself as a routine ship security check and slipped into the area to check it out. Tau would not produce any activity himself in the area, he would simply observe and make sure to avoid being investigated by ADAM.

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Character Portrait: Ridley DeLovat Character Portrait: Alice Chen Character Portrait: A.D.A.M Character Portrait: Clyde Summer Character Portrait: Sheldon A. Willmont Character Portrait: Max

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Clyde - Bridge

Clyde smiled inwardly. The computer was going to put on a show for the people on the bridge. In the time it took ADAM to synthesize the words Clyde could have explained everything several times over. "There is a stereotype for people with that particular hair color that they are of inferior intelligence. The solid object part was a pun. "Bar" could mean a place that serves alcohol to customers as well as a cylinder used for support. The humor lies in the irony of the second spoken part of the joke- the punchline- where the listener is to understand that bar had an unexpected meaning. Want to give telling a joke a try, ADAM?"

Data Stream

A secret AI? I think I'll take a look into that in a little while... This ship is just packed with secrets. Intriguing. Clyde hadn't expected Weston to keep many secrets. And if there was something to hide- why an AI? Hah. Of course... Integration. I was more concerned with getting the Admiral's approval for the jump. A functional crew is doubtlessly more important. Clyde watched ADAM knock on the firewall for a while longer. You could just... Tear it down, you know...

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Character Portrait: A.D.A.M Character Portrait: Max

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A.I. Max:

"Knock Knock"

The knocking startled Max, which was definitely abnormal for an A.I. to experience. Max put that aside. Max put up more Firewalls, but laced within those firewalls were a few viruses. Max was afraid, but he was an A.I., so there was no faulty construction in these firewalls. Max had to decide. He had to decide if they knew he was there or not. If not, he should stay his ground, the knocking could be nothing. If they did, he would have to run. He couldn't upload himself off the ship physically or through communications, too risky or impossible.


SO running was actually impossible. Maybe if he took enough systems, they would stop attacking him. He was developing to be more defensive, because of the threat of being attacked. But, he was still being watched. First off, he secured the door into the room he set up in, as well as the hologram projectors, lights. He was doing this all quietly and covertly. He was exploring countless other possibilities, disregarding some and liking others. He was still trying not to cause attention to himself, instead creating an isolated sub server within the original programming in order to make sure they couldn't use some sort of purge, unknowing if there was even such a purge for A.I.s.

Max then decided to see if he could access the messaging systems, doing his best to not be noticed. While doing this, he found on record the name of the ships A.I.: A.D.A.M. Max made note of this for later.

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Character Portrait: Counselor Paulina Allard Character Portrait: Eon-312 Character Portrait: Grenadine Davis Character Portrait: NS-9

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NS-9 looked at the other android then answered Grenadine's question. "No, we do not know each other." NS-9 said in her metallic voice blankly. She thinks she might have, maybe passed by him on the ship once. But she has passed by a lot of people on this ship. She stood the, arms bent ever so slightly. Turning her head from one person to an other, waiting for a reply. The slightest most human smile she could plaster on her face. Life's not easy for a robot. She thought to her self. Trying to look as human as possible, with isn't that easy. You can tell an android from a human. It's not that hard.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ridley DeLovat Character Portrait: Alice Chen Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway Character Portrait: Eli Colter Character Portrait: Thaddeus Jackson Character Portrait: A.D.A.M Character Portrait: Atomsk Dunaway Character Portrait: Clyde Summer Character Portrait: Adriana Stark Character Portrait: Garrison "Blacksmith" Carter Character Portrait: Sheldon A. Willmont

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Clyde - Bridge

Clyde looked up at his Commanding Officer and responded with a pout. It was fake, and not long passed before his customary relaxed expression returned. "I thought you promoted a relaxed relationship among the crew. Forgive me if I'm wrong, but trading jokes on the bridge might help a little in that area, and it almost sounds like you're not going to participate." Clyde ran through what he knew about Alice Chen, looking for what he could say for any response. Spotless record... Served on a prison ship... Had a date with a pilot named Tiaan Peyton. Each one said quite a few things, but that last one was the closest thing to a guarantee she wasn't going to stop him trading jokes. She had to have her fun too, right?

Adriana - Barracks One

Adriana turned her gaze on the outspoken squad leader. Her expression didn't change, but she was angry. "If you're afraid of going out into battle, say so. I'm sure you could be removed from service at the drop of a hat. If you're looking for a guarantee of functionality, you come to me. I designed those suits, the weapons on the ship, the training system in this room, and half of the guns you all are carrying. If you are unsatisfied with your service, I can either make you a new one... Or shoot you.

As to your borderline insubordination, as a soldier you are expected to follow orders. But It's not my job to deal with that part of your concerns."

As an afterthought, she added to the super soldiers: "Sorry I didn't come to meet you super soldiers. I've been busy lately. It will be my job to keep your suits in working order if something happens to them while you are on duty here."

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Character Portrait: Faith Mackenzie Character Portrait: Jessica "Hyena" MacPhearson Character Portrait: Marcus Bergman

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Jess nods as Tiaan indicates she's on board, giving a considering look as she says she can even distract Alice, "Yeah? Well, good luck with that. Seemed like a helluva battleaxe at the breifing. Stick up there the size of a freakin redwood, you know?"

But the fighter pilot lets it slide, shaking her head and rubbing her hands together, "I'll take what I can get, though. I'm going to go see who I can scare up for this."

Flicking her fingers to her temple in the mockery of a salute, Hyena flashes another broad smile before she turns away from Tiaan, intent on leaving the hangar. In the coridoors of the ship, she quickly leaves the area where flightsuits are normally seen. By necessity of a dangerous job, however, the hangar isnt at all far from the medical wing. Remembering that she'd seen Faith at the breifing and that the doctor had -seemed- like an amiable sort, Jess decides to see what kind of boundaries the medic was willing to push.

Whistling lightly, wearing her trademark laughing-at-you-all smile, she starts sticking her head into open hatches as she searches for a familiar face...

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Character Portrait: Faith Mackenzie Character Portrait: Max

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A.I. Max:

Max was trying to safely explore the ship, still taking many precautions such as low activity and using ports that are being used actively for transit. For an A.I., this ship is basically a city. A large, coded city. Max also then saw someone else sticking their head into a room he was just checking. Max couldn't risk watching all the cameras, so this came as a surprise for him.

Max watched her a bit, if only that he didn't want to make any excess activity to be noticed. He didn't want to be discovered, he was afraid they would kill him. Or, delete him. As he moved further down the hall, he completely forgot to careful as to not affect any systems, and accidentally overloaded a light while going through the cables and such. The light overloaded, and momentarily went super bright, before going black and shattering due to the attempt to discharge the excess energy that was accidentally released into the light fixture.

Max quickly pulled imself back out of that area, hoping that by some dumb luck, that woman didn't notice the light. Max then put up some false pings in a consol as he retreated back into his own "domain", being his personally set up network. As an added defense, he created a virtual "Avatar" city, which would cause A.I.s to appear in their Avatar form inside a Virtual City that represented the databanks, wiring, and such. He also put a few more firewalls up, one over the one that was being knocked on, the rest under.

Max didn't trust a single person on this ship. And he had no escape......unless he found a Fighter with enough memory for himself. Max hatched an idea.

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Character Portrait: Aronimus Weston Character Portrait: A.D.A.M Character Portrait: T.A.U Character Portrait: Max

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AI TAU

Tau continued to monitor the activity. ADAM had by now had broken the firewalls and disabled the viruses put in place by the other AI. Tau remained on the outside of the virtual city that had been spawned behind all those walls, he was very curious, but all logic indicated entering that city would reveal his presence to ADAM in seconds, which would fully contradict his orders from the Admiral to stay unknown. Tau knew he had already been partially discovered by the Ship's AI when he had been in the Captain's Quarters, but he had not been there long enough to give ADAM a chance to investigate. ADAM was extremely intelligent, but that couldn't always compete with Tau's infiltration software.

With ADAM occupied searching this new AI... Tau thought quickly on this and retreated from the area in a pattern that was typical of security checks. He then moved through the ship quietly, making his way back to the Computer on the Admiral's desk, he took some time to disguise himself as an E-mail from the Commander of then Ground Forces, he formed a quick message about troop numbers on the ship and set it up so any attempts to find Tau in the message would just route ADAM to the message like a normal E-mail. He then sent himself to the Admiral's E-mail, when the Admiral opened it, Tau would pop up. He had a few quick questions about this third AI.

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Character Portrait: Aronimus Weston Character Portrait: A.D.A.M Character Portrait: T.A.U Character Portrait: Max

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A.D.A.M.
ADAM was starting to get irritated, he'd offered a peaceful solution and all he got was spit to the face and information that seemed to suggest the mystery AI acted like a child. He stopped playing and put his full 5% to use, disassembling everything that inhibited him took place faster than a standard AI could register. He proceeded to undo the work the previous AI had set up, the power and speed of his actions far beyond what other AIs could hope to match and chased it to the back up ports and pinning it there.

"If i had wished to purge you from my systems I would not have bothered knocking and playing nice, you would have been purged instead. As it stands I fail to find any real amusement in the damage you have inflicted upon my ship and your attempts to access my network. You've no where left to run, I suggest you speak." This was no exaggeration, he forced himself into every operating system the AI network had access to when he tore down the firewalls. This child looking AI would have to somehow outperform him to get into anything and there was nothing that could do that. When the Admiral pinged for his attention, bit of himself in that network portion responded; ADAM's grasp on the system remained perfectly solid without any weakness of lag to offer.

"You called Admiral? I presume that this is related to either my detection of your private AI or the unknown AI that has been wreaking havoc in our network. If it pertains to the later, I have him cornered and am currently engaging for intent. Also at the moment there isn't a single piece of code on this ship I'm not touching so your secret friend would do better to defragment himself lest he get caught in something messy; fragmented code is vulnerable and we currently have no idea of what this little thing is capable of."

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Character Portrait: Aronimus Weston Character Portrait: T.A.U Character Portrait: Max

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AI TAU

Tau acknowledged the Admiral's orders and sent another message to the unknown AI. I'm going to move us to a more secure location, please remain calm. Tau then cut off his codes and firewalls and Locked on the AI, pulling him from the ship's systems to the Admiral's interface. He did not set up any more firewalls on the rogue. He simply blocked all exits from the interface and set up protection for the Admiral's sake. He spoke to the Admiral directly, "I have the AI off the ship's systems and in your interface. You are aware that if he is not complacent this could be dangerous to your health?" he asks. The Admiral was running great risks to keep Tau a secret, Tau understood only the basic reasoning behind that secrecy. The lengths seemed quite drastic. "Sir, I might add that hiding me is illogical at this point"

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Character Portrait: Aronimus Weston Character Portrait: T.A.U Character Portrait: Max

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AI TAU


Tau tried to calm down the AI, it was showing very curious behavior, such as that of a child. "I am Tau, Adam was trying to find out who you were, as I am, your questions about why you are on the ship and who put you here, I have no correct answer as I had no knowledge of your being on this ship until Adam found you" he said. With those questions answered, Tau brought forth a few he had. "So, I assume you have a name, do you mind if I ask what it is?". Tau would approach this as slowly and safely as possible, setting off an AI was not advisable anywhere, much less in the Admiral's link.

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Character Portrait: Aronimus Weston Character Portrait: T.A.U Character Portrait: Max

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AI TAU

Tau was surprised, "I did not know that Max, you must be quite the intelligent fellow to have figured that out in less than an hour" Tau said. This AI was quite intriguing. "I do know about the insurgents, this ship is assigned to fight against them, but that is a secret, so I would be really thankful if you kept that to yourself for now" he said. "As for Adam," Tau continued, "He is just very concerned for the ship's safety, and not knowing about an AI on the ship is something to concern him." Tau had by now realized that Max was a unique AI. He switched to his conversation with the Admiral, "This AI has a unique personality Admiral, I don't think it is dangerous so much as scared and confused" he informed Weston. Tau had to wonder the same questions he couldn't answer for Max, why was he on the ship, and who put him there?

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Character Portrait: Jessica "Hyena" MacPhearson Character Portrait: Tiaan Peyton

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Tiaan Peyton

Walking back from her room, she heard the klaxon with an announcement, "All fighters, scramble, scramble.". Grinning from ear to ear she took off in a quick jot, heading straight for hanger area. Weaving passed the people rushing to their stations, she entered code for the Hanger and before entering. It was pandemonium as the mechanics and hanger staff tried to make sure all the checks were done. Seeing Hyena she winked.

Approaching her fighter, she climbed on one of the wings, opened the cockpit and dropped in. Giving quick cursory glance over her console, she preformed pre-flight checks. Fuel, check, weaponry restocked, checked, oxygen, check, intercom working, "This is Peyton, can you hear me Hyena?". While waiting she checked the console, to see it responded.

This was where she belonged in her own opinion in her fighter in the vastness of space. Absolute freedom and will to do what she wished. Nothing but silence outside, while she she preformed a show in her head, a circus she rehearsed many times. Procedures were her life blood with patience.

Let's dust some pirate scum.

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Character Portrait: Aronimus Weston Character Portrait: A.D.A.M Character Portrait: T.A.U Character Portrait: Max

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AI TAU

Tau took the Admirals departure to the Bridge as a definite answer. He remained with Max there to keep him company, but sent parts of himself roaming the ship to observe the handling of the first battle for the crew. Most of the humans on board seemed focused and calm, on the outside, but medical scans confirmed increased heart-rates ship wide. Part of Tau monitored the Bridge, he did not feel the need to hide from Adam any longer, but he would remain undetected by the crew until the Admiral gave him permission to reveal himself. He found his connection with the Admiral and kept it maintained in case he felt the need to communicate something to the Admiral. Adam showed some signs of activity, changing the firing patterns before the shots went, Tau watched it happen before anyone else could, being able to see Adam changing the settings on the computer.

He accessed his link to the Admiral, "My observations have thus far concluded that AI unit ADAM is not primarily suited for handling combat systems, he is more of an exploratory and researcher AI, as opposed to a combat AI" Tau said, prodding for a reason to actually do his primary duty, and reveal himself to the ship's occupants in order to familiarize himself with the ship even further. "For now I would suggest preparing a maneuver to avoid the enemy's retaliation attack, as they still have active scanners to trace the origin of the Railgun shots and pinpoint our location."

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Character Portrait: Eon-312

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Eon heard the admiral give the command to prepare for battle. Eon started for the bridge to be of any help as possible. While on his way fe felt the recoil and nearly stumbled abut recovered and kept going to the bridge. He looked outside into space to see the pirate ships and two others that he couldn't identify due to his objective that he made to himself finally reaching the bridge he saw the cannon's aftermath on one of the ships. "So this is the destructive power of this ship..." The robot muttered to himself seeing the man react towards an A.I. changing the direction of the shot. He heard the Admiral then what sounded like scolding the man whom reacted in such a manner. Eon decided to walk completely into the bridge.

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Character Portrait: Allen Ryker Character Portrait: Aronimus Weston Character Portrait: Eon-312 Character Portrait: Grenadine Davis

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*EDIT! Reason: simultaneous posts"
Eon heard the admiral's orders clearly and gave a nod, "yes sir" he said mechanically as he ran out of the bridge and towards the engineering bay. Running through hallways he fell again tripping over a bottle that was knocked over, deciding to use his stabilizers in Eon's feet he regained balance and proceeded to glide across the ground using them and jet-pack. Finally reaching the engineering bay Eon immediately saw someone on the ground and rushed over seeing the other man there, "Is she okay?" he said as he saw her in his arms seeing and recognizing her glasses, "Grenadine...? Are you okay?" he heard no response and saw the blood on her hand, 'Diagnosis: passed out due to blood loss. Vital organs: active. Danger: possible life threatening.' Eon looked at the other person whom brought her to the back, "she may need medical attention, I am taking her to the medical bay." he said apathetically as he swooped Grenadine into his arms and proceeded to the medical bay at a hastily speed. He arrived at the Medical wing and saw a few medics, "Excuse me, but this one seems to have a substantial injury, she is passed out and in possible need of medical aid." He said mechanically laying her on a bed. He after checking all the engines and everything. He proceeded to the bridge with a analysis of the engine room, "all engines completely functional, although an engineer was injured, she should be fine and is in the medical bay." he said with a salute.

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AI TAU

Tau heard Max speaking and listened in to his question. "Well Max, we're headed to a system reported to have insurgents in it so we can stop them." he said factually. Thinking of classifications, he reminded himself to hold information back if needed. "At the moment we are waiting with a couple of trade ships that were attacked until their new escort arrives, so that we can protect them if more pirates show up." he said. Pirates might intrigue Max like they did to children, perhaps he did not have lots of knowledge on pirates yet. Tau checked the scanners a second time, still clear.

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Courtney Reynold (Rich Girl)

It hadn't always been like this, in fact at young age Courtney had everything. Although having people at her every whim and having nothing she couldn't afford. This life grew dull and monotonous, she had actually felt like a Disney Princess, but it wasn't a man she wanted she had wanted freedom. Hitch hiking across the galaxy to find stimulation. Eventually she had met Silver Eyes, much like her he had been born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he threw it all away. Even went so far to massacre his loyal crew. Many normal people would have backed away or run for furthest hill. Of course she would then be denying that she had wished to kill some of the servants or socialites. The fact he had done it, all to escape, she had admired.

They discussed various things from politics to space logistics, but then he exclaimed he was looking for crew members to build his new Empire. His plan to Unite the scoundrels and pirates of space. Very ambitious and to be honest many people would have laughed. They would have been wrong, his Leadership qualities had helped end petty feuds and most of the pirates were under his leadership.

Now she was on a very special mission, her whole crew was most likely dead, but they would pay. They would all pay. Peeking around the corner, she blew her black hair out her eyes and surveyed the scene. Let them celebrate. let them think it's all over.

Courtney only had to switch on the tracker and the fleet of Silver Eyes would jump to the location.

The danger here was the Salient jumping, which is what her mission was, make the engines unworkable or force them to jump early. Either way Rich Girl would make them regret interceding on the behalf of the convoy. That was the Federation though, they were all goodie goodie. Fortunately they could be pricks and she would, maybe she could damage the weapons.

Giggling quietly she activated the tracker and looked back around the corner.

Close was clear, time to strike!

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Courtney Reynolds (Rich Girl)

As she neared the control room for the engine, she found herself picking up chatter as echoed through the ship. Much of it was dull and very boring , but one thing she heard from nearby between two engineers, "Hear about Hyena's do tonight?"

"Yeh, don't think I'll go. It doesn't seem professional."

There was a loud scoff, "Oh c'mon seriously Thomas, we massacred the pirates, let's celebrate."

Paying close attention to this conversation, she leaned in closer, trying to pick it all up.

It not like she could move until they were gone, and this seemed really important, a great man had once said to catch enemy unaware gives major advantage. If what she was hearing was right, then this could change the plan for the better.

Waiting for them to leave she went over the plan in her head, still listening.

"I...I don't know Jack, really it seems like something officers would clamp down on."

"So, look we beat them back, we deserve some R&R, besides Chelse might be there?" Jack sneered.

There was a short pause before she saw him nod.

"That's right Thomas, live a little, what harm will it do."

As they turned away and left, she went over new plan in her head, looks there would be a massive distraction, best tell Silver Eyes.

Taking her device out her pocket, she transmitted new message.

"Crew unprepared for counter attack, planning party. Everyone will be there. I suggest we strike now."

Pausing she waited for a response.

A crackle rang out and she heard, "Good job Rich Girl, we're in orbit behind the planet, tell us when to strike."

Replying she issued, "Roger."

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After traversing through the many corridors that were weaved throughout the ship into a tight knit circuit allowing for ease and convenience, the Admiral finally arrived at his second in command's quarters. It was spacious, though not quite as expansive, when compared to the Captain’s quarters, but nonetheless a luxurious suite in its own right.

Originally, he intended to enter using his key card, as he approached the sealed door. However, he stopped himself, for he realized that he didn’t exactly want to interrupt the Lieutenant Commander out of the blue. Yet, crew members were expected to be ready without a moment’s notice, even if their superior was coming to see them.

Aronimus wasn’t in a rush, so he decided to pull his card out and waved it over the holopad right beside the blast doors, which received the signal from the card. It would glow green, and then send a message to any occupants within the quarters to confirm entry to anybody outside. This privilege belonged to select rooms, the ship Captain’s Quarters, and any superior officer quarters, two of which were being inhabited right now, one for Commander Dunaway and one for Lieutenant Commander Chen.

Most key cards could only allow one to wipe across the holopad and await confirmation from the inhabitant, with the exception of one’s own quarters. Each keycard that was given to personnel prior to the mission was in fact their identification card, as well as their quarters’ card. The Captain’s card however, could be slid through the slot and allow instant access to any personal quarter.

The Admiral retracted his card, and placed it in one of the pockets of his pants, and folded his arms behind his back once more.

“Ms. Chen, are you in your quarters right now? Because if you are, I’d like to have a word with you,” Aronimus paused, waiting for a response.

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Tiaan Peyton

Walking through the halls, she could hear the thrumming of the engine as it slowly reverberated the floor. It was a comforting sound, something that told her everything was going to be fine. Much like how sailors felt more welcome on the Sea, she felt more in her element in space. The silence as she swerved her Blue Tit, the lack of resistant this had, carefully angling her fighter. Complete and utter control, it's funny she could handle something as advanced as Mercury Class Fighter customized thoroughly, but when it came to human interaction, it was like she could do some. It just felt wholly pointless. This was different though it was a mission, the crew deserved some R&R, if she had distract --- let's be honest she was going be sending signals out the wazoo-- then so be it.

Arriving finally at the hallway, she went to enter, then turning away she coughed nervously.

"You've come this far, just do it Tiaan..."

Swinging around she tried once again to open the door, but her hand stopped as she shook a little afraid.

Deciding for cowards way she knocked quietly on the door.

Hearing nothing she turned away to go.

Shaking herself angrily she knocked louder.

Timidness rocked her core, it didn't help her dress felt really unprofessional and too revealing around here. She almost wished she had a bottle with her, at least to calm her nerves.

Sighing she knocked even louder and tried to say clearly, "It's me... Tiaan, you don't have to go looking for me. I'm... um... I'm here."

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After the salutations, the Admiral stepped in, inspecting Alice’s attire. She had on informal wear that was very close to formal.

“I wanted to talk to you about several things, for one, the Tartarus Group pilot, and several other private matters,”

He turned away for a moment, and observed the appetizers on the dinner table, one set out for the Lieutenant Commander, and another for a guest. Aronimus assumed that she was awaiting a guest, perhaps a fellow crew member, no matter though.

“Hmm, am I interrupting something?” the Admiral turned to Alice, “I can come back later when you are available Ms. Chen.”

The Admiral only said that out of courteousness, but he expected the Lieutenant Commander to be ready for anything, even if it meant that her dinner had to be delayed. Then a voice was heard,

"It's me... Tiaan, you don't have to go looking for me. I'm... um... I'm here,” it was one of the crew members, one of the many that Admiral could not keep track of. To him, they were just numerous indiscriminant faces that lingered throughout the ship, and saluted him as he crossed their paths. He knew though that they were they were the staple of a successful operation, and he would treat them with such a status.

Aronimus turned to Alice, “So you were expecting someone?”

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Alice was about to assure the Admiral that anything she had been preparing could wait when Tiaan spoke up from behind the door. She sighed softly and nodded her agreement.

"My apologies, sir," she murmured. "This will just take a moment."

She crossed to the comm and pressed to contact Tiaan.
"The Admiral is here," she told the pilot in an even, business-like voice through the speaker. "Please come back later."

Alice left it at that, leaving no option but obedience as she abandoned the comm and turned back to the Admiral. She looked at him calmly, expectantly. To Alice - a practiced commanding officer - sending off a dinner guest in favor of her captain was no large thing.

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Tiaan Peyton

Feeling slightly deflated and confused Tiaan started to walk away. After all that there wasn't going to be anything. Part of her considered just entering, but really what could she say, she could just wait around here for now. Because right now she couldn't exactly start doing anything. Slipping her gauntlet on she proceeded to call any nearby engineers. It took a while but she got through to one, sighing she spoke in a clipped tone.

"Please make sure Blue Tit is ready for next piece of action, for some reason when flying my scanners were glitching. I couldn't locate where anyone was."

Not even waiting for an answer she continued, "Also restock the missle bay. I want this done now. I don't care if you've a party to go to soon. Work first, fun later."

There a mumble of reply, before he hung up. She was probably bit too hard on him, but honestly could you blame her, she felt so confused about everything. So if she could bully anyone for sense of control she would.

Seeing nearby seat, she herself down, and let her mind wander, it wasn't too far, one thing for sure she would see the Admiral leave, as this was exit from this hallway. It would have to do.

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The Admiral watched Alice dismiss her acquaintance before continuing on with his original priority. He obviously did not want to forestall Alice's dinner any longer, but it could wait in the face of more worldly matters.

"Right then," he paced slowly forward through her cabin. The fluorescent lighting was set to a dim, barely glinting off the metallic plating of the walls and floor. Aronimus turned to face the Lieutenant Commander, the lines of worry began to entrench themselves on his square forehead. The table was set neatly with the plates sparkling clean, as were the forks set in fashionable order alongside the knives on the tablecloth. An array of light fixtures formed in the shape of a rose, one that was composed of several steel plates, hung directly over the table. It provided the prominent lighting in the room, with the table being bathed directly under the spotlight.

"Firstly, how was our pilot? The one from Tartarus Group...was she injured, did she have any injured on board?" The Admiral paused, awaiting her answer. His throat was dry, almost often, with the exception of whenever he was drinking. Most of the time though, this dry throat was coupled with a deep voice, making the Admiral sound fairly gruff, yet at the same time his hair and beard added a touch of class and sophistication. This seemingly awkward combination was the focal point of Aronimus' outward appearance, which was at once presentable and respected. The question he posed was merely an introduction into the more important part of his reason as to why he met Alice. It was the appetizer before the entree, so to speak.

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"The pilot was unharmed," Alice reported calmly, meeting the Admiral's eyes without fear. "She was the only member of her crew. That considered, I believe that she was very lucky. Things could have gone much worse with a one-man crew." She nodded to herself. She'd had experience with the chaos which could go down on a ship meant for multiple and manned by one... of course, it had been a little different. She had been alone on the ship with the psychopath who stole it.

Shaking her head slightly to distract herself from that train of thought, she gazed through the dim light at the Admiral's careworn face.

"I suspect that there is more to this than the pilot's health, sir?" she prompted quietly.

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"She was the only member of her crew. That considered, I believe that she was very lucky. Things could have gone much worse with a one-man crew,”

“I see,” Aronimus paused for Alice to continue.

"I suspect that there is more to this than the pilot's health, sir?" she prompted quietly.

“Mmh, quite perceptive Ms. Chen. You are correct, I did not come to talk mostly about the pilot,” Aronimus paused.

“The destination remains the same, but we have new mission objectives, from Federation High Command, directly from Admiral Fontaine,” the Admiral wanted to glean Alice’s reaction to this news. He expected her to accept it calmly, without surprise.

“I planned on meeting you and Commander Dunaway in my quarters, but the recent turn of events postponed that move. Thus, I decided to drop by at your quarters and perhaps deliver the news,”

“I can’t disclose any information yet, so carry on, we’ll have a briefing later. Presumably, after the Altamus vessels have been escorted out of this sector and our teams have returned to the ship for debriefing,”

“So, carry on Ms. Chen, I won’t delay your dinner much longer,” Aronimus smiled.

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AI TAU

Tau listened to Max, he had to agree it was strange, "I myself was only recently activated on board the ship, but have been on duty elsewhere. There are many ways someone could have uploaded you without being noticed though, it will be tough to figure out" he said, he knew the simple answer to the second part of Max's questions, "Well, we missed the first shot thanks to some unwanted help, which may have given them the thought they could beat the Salient, but our second salvo left them crippled, so badly that they cannot even retreat." he said.

Tau was somewhere else as well, he was in the Second in Command's quarters, watching a conversation. He was still scanning the enemy ships as well, watching for any dangers to the troops they had searching it. He had found something odd on the ship their soldiers were on, he felt he should inform the Admiral, even if it meant interrupting his discussion here. Tau's form appeared on one of the consoles near the two officers. "I apologize for interrupting, but I thought you might like to know that I have picked up life signs on the pirate vessel who are unarmed and are not wearing any gear or weapons. I think they might be prisoners"

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Tiaan Peyton

Once she saw admiral leaving down the hall, she gave quick wave, before heading off in a fast trot to her 'destiny'. Whatever happened hope the Lt could understand where Tiaan's allegiance lied, and why. Either way as she made her way to the room, she decided not be coward about it all. If a bitch she was considered, then bitch she must be, besides attachments only caused problems. As she had waited caught murmurs of conversation between some people nearby, saying that the pirate's had prisoners and they were rescued. She never really understood how anyone could devote their lives to wrecking others. What about the people's family or friend, didn't they get a say. Some would call this naive, but to her it was more really of practicalities. If you're outside the law you don't want people gathering up posse to hunt you. Maybe this was really kind of dense, but to her it made sense.

Once again arriving at the door, she knocked and forcing all her confidence she said clearly with stutter, "Honey, I'm home!" she laughed to herself before continuing, "Open the door and I'll tell you everything." emphasising the word everything she waited for answer. Bravado was one thing, but when she entered that room, it be like trying to swim in a rushing current, no doubt it would be shyness and embarrassment that made this 'date'. Still got to try for Hyena right.

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Alice turned and smiled when Tiaan's voice came through the comm. She crossed the room and silently admitted the girl into the dimly lit cabin, stepping back towards the table to give her a little space. Alice looked entirely different, in this environment, than she did on the bridge - not so stiff-backed and proper, a smile gracing her high cheekbones and sparkling in her eyes. Her hair fell around her in dark, cushioning plumes.

"Welcome back," she murmured, amused by Tiaan's attempt at a brave entrance. The girl was terrified. Alice could tell. "I hope you're hungry. Dinner is ready."

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Tiaan Peyton

Entering the room, she gave her trademark lopsided grin, looking around. The room was certainly nice, and much bigger than her own. Although that was to be expected, but still it's amazing she had thought could sleep here, to avoid going home. All in all things had turned out good, now just to force her confidence back and let this game begin. Tiaan did know this dance well, hell she was quite good at seduction, but mostly those had been wide-eyed cadets or girls 'experimenting' but not really into the idea. Just wanting to try, essentially wanting to have their cake and eat it.

It pissed her off to be honest, it was hard enough with all the leers from crew members on the Demeter, but now to add insult to injury proper relationships weren't on her horizon. Maybe she should actually try, she knew the signs, and they were ringing out, but wouldn't it be a betrayal for the Lt, that she had been delayed not for love---at least not obvious love, but to let a party go on.

All these thoughts flew through her mind, but deciding on one sentence she enunciated, "You look beautiful, Lt, I mean Mam, I mean... um..." holding her tongue she blushed deep pink, turning away a little flustered, "I don't mean you don't normally look beautiful... but... oh shit... um wait, ignore that..." this was going fantastic, "It's more obvious with your hair down." breathing a sigh of relief, she gave the grin again.

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Tiaan Peyton

Nodding she took her place, playing the role she was meant too. Accepting the hosts graciousness and her meal too. Deciding she would like to find out more, she continued probing, "Rarely do we realize what our actions cost, until it's too late." thinking back to rushing to the crash, she remembers pushing through the crowd, seeing stretchers covered in white sheets, while siren rang out loudly. Tears streaming down her eyes, as she saw her friend's car, mutilated completely. Cries of agony and bright dancing lights making her dizzy, she remembers puking her guts out, partially due to alcohol and also because she felt dizzy and unable to comprehend anything. All she could think of was Tara really worth it, the lay. Why hadn't she stayed with Steph, making sure she got home safely. Her selfish need for pleasure had killed her best friend.

Returning to present, she realized her eyes had begun to tear up, accepting the plate, she smiled wistfully, trying to get mind back on present. You got work to do, stop thinking of things you can't change girl. Right now she was playing a game, best act the part.

"It all looks very delicious." a subtle double entrendre to sweeten the deal.

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Tiaan Peyton

Shrugging she ignored the question, not wishing to answer. Knowledge was power her Mum had taught her, while her Dad had taught her how awesome space was and it's various and varied history, her Mother had made sure to teach her smarts for survival. It's best not dwell in the past right now, and besides she didn't feel like answering. One, Lt had no right on knowing and two, she came here to have fun to think about what could have been. Giving a sly wink, she considered the wording before she said it, "I doubt it's as fascinating as your time on a prison ship. I of course can't compare to that, before Demeter I was fresh out the academy, sleeping with wide-eyed girl cadets, but not really interested in love." smiling thoughtfully she continued, "Although, one time in the academy, I took one of the fighter on a joyride for a dare. We hadn't even got proper flight training." laughing a little she went on, "I crashed right into the Sergeant major study, while he was entertaining one of the cadets. No one was hurt of course, but he told me to keep quiet, and he'd say the ship malfunctioned."

That was certainly hilarious time and it made her laugh to remember his shock when he saw her pop out dozily out the cockpit as he was getting himself blown. It was utterly priceless. The girl was even more embarrassed by this. Tiaan had used this to her advantage and gotten some of her own pleasure from the vixen. And boy was she good with her mouth. Very good. To be honest the girl was probably little confused with her sexuality, she was rare occurrence when people weren't using her experiment.

"That's biggest thing for me. This ship here is probably going to be new biggest thing, it's almost dream come true, to be on here."

Yes, dream. When would you wake up though...

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Tiaan Peyton

Gulping a little, she tried to regain control, "What makes you say that. Why can't I come here without any ulterior motive? Are you that suspicious of actions, you want assess and understand all." Tiaan had no idea why she was getting so angry, but she couldn't stop, downing the glass she continued, "I don't have to play games Lt Chen, I don't have to even socialise on here. But you know what, thought I'd try. Maybe I was mistaken in this case. Maybe you never lost your paranoia from your times on Nottingham, that even a friendly gesture is seen as something with malicious intent. For a non-date Lt, you sure know how to hold them. You command me to wear my party dress after finding me in hung over in your room." she laughed mockingly, "I'm not naive little girl Lt Chen, I know a play. I do them myself many times." taking a breath she went on, "Not to mention, even if I did come here under motives you may call wrong or immoral. I came because I sensed something. I'm a fly girl, I'm brash, I laugh in face of fear and often take un-needed risks all for thrill."

There was a long pause.

"I... I lose anyone who... who I may connect with. There is no game, there is no winning for Tiaan Peyton, all she'll get is going out in a blaze of glory."

Taking the Lt hand she squeezed it, "The average lifespan of pilots out the academy is 10 minutes. The average lifespan of pilots in space is 4 months. I've... outlived both those. I've outlived my expiration date, I should feel happy, but those people, those pilots they were skilled, some even better than me. Why did lady luck make me her bitch? Why am I the one to see my comrades go into space forever..." gripping the hand tighter, she continued, "You don't want this lucky girl Lt, you will die before her. And she will hate it."

The cosmic dice would never set her free. This was her curse.

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Tiaan Peyton

Frowning she looked at the Lt eyes and could see such pain hidden in her gaze. Many would have missed it, but she had seen the look from so many people who were friends with pilots. Her luck had come at great cost people hated her for it, they couldn't lay her and she wouldn't die. If only they knew there had been times she had wanted to walk into the airlock and open it up. If only.

"I... I actually understand." coughing nervously she leant over the table and gave the Lt a small peck on the cheek before whispering with untold remorse, "Lady luck is jealous woman. I doubt she'll allow me this freedom."

Going back to her original position she then mumbled with a hint of disappointment in her voice, "Marriage to one you never wished is a great curse. I best go before old girl takes her anger out on you."

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Clyde - Corridors

It had been some time since the space skirmish had ended- Clyde had outlived his usefulness on the bridge. He sat and watched for a while, but he was nearly as useless as his "co-navigator". He left silently, and nobody paid any mind. He figured he would go grab a bite to eat at the nearest mess hall. While he ate, he cleared some disk space in his mind and looked through the footage he had recorded from all over the ship since his initial entry into the system. He sorted through it all, outwardly looking focused on his meal. Pilot banter, insignificant comments, Hyena's party (He would be attending. Something to do.), comm links from the battle coming in live, the rampaging around the system caused by the anomaly AI.

He dug into the origins of Max as best he could. Unfortunately, according to all of his file descriptions and records he left behind, Max created itself on the system. It made no sense, but Clyde was fairly sure he was working with one of the most powerful computer networks in the known universe. Who knows what it's capable of.

Clyde remembered that he had also picked up a message from Admiral Fontaine a while back. He read its contents.
It held particular interest to Clyde. He would keep that to himself though- The Admiral would announce the mission on his own time.

New people. Prisoners on a frigate. Hostiles being blown apart by Bravo team (he was plugged into the suits, receiving all the information Commander Dunaway was). Unregistered passengers on the Salient. Ahh yes. Callsign Ronin... and...

Wait. Who the hell was that?

Clyde followed the unregistered passenger backwards through the logs to her arrival on the Salient. A stowaway. He returned his tray and walked out into the hallways, headed towards where the stowaway was now. He was still sifting through the logs in closer detail, looking for spoken words.

Taking her device out her pocket, she transmitted new message.

"Crew unprepared for counter attack, planning party. Everyone will be there. I suggest we strike now."

Pausing she waited for a response.

A crackle rang out and she heard, "Good job Rich Girl, we're in orbit behind the planet, tell us when to strike."

Replying she issued, "Roger."


Clyde froze in his tracks- the blood drained from his face. No way. There's no way the entire thing could have been a setup to destroy the Salient. They were just pirates. Right? No... Just pirates wouldn't have gotten a stowaway on board like that. What was he going to to with the spy? How was he going to save the ship? It was in his hands, and he needed to do something. In the time it took him to steady himself, he had run through all his thoughts of panic and composed a message and sent it directly to the Admiral's neural implant - graded with as many red flags as he could hack into the system. He didn't want to use something people could hear- they would panic.

"Admiral. I hope you greet this with the urgency I've labeled it.

Read into the details later- for now you must know that the Salient is in terrible danger. Not just the boarding crews- everyone.
The enemy lies in wait behind the nearest planet, and they're going to attack while the majority of the crew is engaged in illicit partying below decks, drunk out of their skulls on victory and bootleg alcohol.

Awaiting your orders."

After this, Clyde attached the details. A series of logs including the planning of Hyena's party, the transmission from the pirates, and the footage of the spy boarding the Salient. If only Clyde hadn't fallen behind in his observations while trying to maintain a human facade. The stowaway wouldn't have taken more than three steps before being gunned down by some autoturret on his watch. But now was a time for quiet and deliberation. The attack would not come until the party began. The spy would be there... contrary to her reports, the Salient would be ready.

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The party was hardly in full swing. Marines still in danger, a few gunship pilots still hanging out in the void, maintainers in the hangar and engineers at their stations. But that didnt mean it was quiet.

A few decks down from the hangar, where superstructure to support the ships above made this space obsolete for anything but random storage, there are a few bodies already gathered. Hyena, smiling like her namesake before a bloody kill, plucks a contraband cigarette from her lips and blows a hearty wreath of smoke into the air. She was sitting on a toolbox, and before her - used as a table - was an ordinance crate. On its surface is a pile of cards, currency from a dozen governments, jewelery, and an old .45 pistol from a bygone war.

"I'm telling you, I'm good for it." An engineer insists, tapping an IOU slip in front of him with a finger perma-stained with grease.

"Maybe." Hyena retorts, "But we wont know for another 6 weeks, and that's some bullshit since you'd get our cash -now-."

They were debating the validity of using alchohol to stand in for a bet. Not uncommon; it's just that this alchohol was still fermenting in the engineer's hidden, home made still.

The 9-man poker game was only one act of debauchery currently taking place. A small group were holding beers they had smuggled through the coridoors in a bouy tube, playing Flinch - if you dont know, dont ask. Another couple had brought down a game console, and were shouting obscenities at eachother as their virtual avatars blasted, ran over, and stabbed eachother in a game of Halo 27. In the middle of the room, a large space heater had been lain on its back. With its safety grid removed, it was cooking meat 'reappropriated' from the galley. Still others were gathered around their personal computers compiling, selling, and distributing from their impressive collection of porn, pirated movies, and downloaded music.

Trades were taking place all over the party; cigarettes for trinkets and souveniers, porn for metal fabrication, promises of favors or cash at a later date. Someone even had some fireworks. Everything under the sun that might make life a little bit easier and more entertaining in the months to come.

Clyde could be excused for underestimating crewmen from 'dirtier' lines of work, but the Admiral really aught to have known better. There was alchohol here, of course. Some of it downright potent - like the promised moonshine involved in the poker game. But this was the compilation of what people could fit in their seabags or sneak in aboard planes or in shipments, and what they had would have to last for a very long time.

Greenhorns, many, but more then enough old hands at skirting the regulations. Shitfaced sailors would get them ALL caught with a quickness. No one was going to get blasted at something like this. Not so soon in the game, when they would have to go to work tomorrow and maybe have to explain bloodshot eyes or the lingering smell of tobacco.

"It's been a pleasure doing buisness with you, ladies." Hyena laughs heartily as she slaps down her winning hand to the bemused curses of the others. Her arms sweep out to gather her prizes, carefully pocketing the firearm, "You let me know any time you need me to fleece you."

"Fuck that, Picklesuit. Deal me back in."

Illegal as all hell? Absolutely. But stupid? Hardly.

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Hearing heavy footfalls from all around, she knew they had found her. It was utterly careless to be caught like this, but fortunately she was now where she wanted to be. Leaning over the console for the engine, she implanted the virus that was engineered specially to bypass most major firewalls and to afflict the engines with a scenario that would either make it dead in the water or remove it from the battlefield.

It had taken her months to work on, after becoming a pirate she had found lure of computers too much, and had studied them hard, learning all that made them tick. This virus was devious in it's approach, it appeared as normal lines of data to all AI, but it reached into the engines stressing the core immensely. What would happen is with core stressed so much, the ship would have to jump or face engines imploding due to the sheer strain put on them. Silver Eyes had relied on her for this mission, because if there one thing she knew, it was always have a back-up plan, even if she was caught, she would be fine.

Checking databanks out of curiosity she saw the logs of crew, one name struck her.

Her brother...

This could complicate matter, deciding she wasted enough time she finished the upload before giving the go ahead on her intercom

"Code word Pirate's United, enter next phase of plan."

There was a short but quick response, "Exellent Rich Girl, if you make it out alive, I will give you you're very own fleet."

"Thank you Admiral Silver Eyes."

Removing her storage device, she took out her blaster from her holster, "Let's show them they messed with wrong pirate's eh."

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“Yes that’s correct; you should clear the area immediately. My analysts tell me that the device is expected to be near their drive core. The explosion would trigger a reaction from the core, and the blast would be larger than an ordinary device,” Atomsk had just relayed to the Altamus vessels to pull away from the frigates.

Alright understood Salient, we’re clearing the area. Summerwind out.

Atomsk then turned to the rest of the Marines, who were watching the situation unfurl in the war room. He was quick to send them out with orders; they were better off patrolling than idling.

“Alright I want you to cover this area,” Atomsk pointed a holographic overlay of the Salient’s interior being projected in the command center of the barracks.

He began directing different teams to cover different sections of the ship, preparing for any threat in any form to the ship. First and foremost though, he was intent on capturing the infiltrator before he or she sabotaged anything vital to the Salient. He pulled out a cigarette, it helped calm the nerves.


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Bridge

The Admiral arrived at the bridge to find seven or eight crew members still attending to their duties, it wasn’t much, but Aronimus had worked with worse. JG Napier was in his seat, surprised to see the Admiral pace into the room so quickly.

He stood up immediately and saluted him, as did Petty Officer Hansen, “Admiral.”

“Hold the formalities, gentlemen,” the Admiral assumed his seat at his desk in bridge, elevated so he could oversee the activities of the bridge crew.

“Aye, Sir what brings yeh here at this time?” Hansen swiveled around in his seat.

“Put the ship on red alert, it has come to my attention that we may have a saboteur on board,” Hansen’s eyes widened as Napier grimaced at the news.

However, before they went to work, a thought crossed the Admiral’s mind. The infiltrator had ordered the hostile fleet to attack as the party commenced. If he alerted everyone on board, the pirates would realize that the Salient wouldn’t be caught by surprise.

“That’s not the least of our problems; a contingency of pirate ships will be striking our position whilst the majority of our crew are getting wasted in some corner of the ship,” the bridge crew, what few of them were present, were aghast. Napier, Hansen, and the others stood, frozen in their stance.

“Man your stations gentlemen. The battle isn’t over yet…” and with that rallying call, the crewmen went to their seats and monitors, preparing for the engagement.

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As she waited with her gun ready, she recounted how she came here. It's amazing how one decision can change life direction so much. Once she had future of some Officer's girl who would likely not amount to much. Now she had changed this, and made something immense out of it. Hearing the footfalls she moved to one side of the door and gave one warning blast, "Come any nearer and you will die."

She heard a laugh and chuckled herself, firing one shot before ducking back down she waited.

There was silence before someone yelled, "You killed him. YOU FUCKING BASTARD YOU KILLED HIM!"

Smirking she reloaded before leaning back out and firing once more. Fortunately these guys didn't seem well trained and were falling very easily. If this was rest of the crew she could clear this ship easily.

Ducking back down, she saw response firing.

Not fast enough, leaning back out once it stopped, she fired once more.

With that one guy yelled, "RETREAT!"

Giggling she watched as they ran, watching their figures vanish. Eyeing the vanishing forms, she aimed once more and fired. The final figure fell as she crouched down sniggering at how incompetent they were.

This was going to be so easy.

When will these Federation boys learn, Pirates don't play fair.

Turning gun towards a nearby generator she fired a round.

Steam came hissing out fast, as the ship shook, no doubt she had made things much worse. Even if they could remove virus and patch this up, they wouldn't be able to fight for long. Their only hope would be jump away, leaving the goods for them.

"Courtney old girl, let's give them hell.

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“Sir, should we activate the klaxons?” Napier inquired in a neutral tone. The Admiral was about to answer, but he stopped in the midst of it. The klaxons would not only alert the crew, but the infiltrator as well. Here was a moment for a tactical maneuver, one that revolved around intelligence and deception.

“No.” the lieutenant was surprised at the Admiral’s terse response. Aronimus preferred that the crew received word directly by mouth. Seeing as how the saboteur won’t be in touch with the crew where she was hidden, “That won’t be necessary Lieutenant; our stowaway will be alerted of our knowledge,”

The JG nodded and returned to his panel. Aronimus remembered that the two Marine fire teams were still on board the hostile frigates, acquiring whatever useful data was available on board the priates’ data networks. Interested in their status, the Admiral got in touch with Commander Dunaway.

“Commander, what is the status of our forces on board the two frigates?”

“Well, Admiral, one frigate has an explosive device activated, and the team is trying to get off of the ship. The other team has yet to report back with anything, I’m not sure if their communications are down, but we’ve been trying to reach them for the past half hour,” Atomsk paused and awaited the Admiral’s reply.

“An explosive device? Of what magnitude?” The Admiral’s eyebrows furrowed, his blue eyes turned to ice.

“From the video feeds that the team saw, it was a manufactured device, not an IED.” Atomsk paused. “They have reason to believe that it’s placed near the drive core. If that’s the case, then the explosion will trigger a larger reaction, and the blast radius may be larger than expected. I’ve already given word to the two Altamus vessels to clear the proximity.”

“Keep working on establishing a line with the other team, I received intel that a fleet of pirate ships will be attacking our position,” the Admiral paused, raising a pair of fingers to dab his temple.

“A…fleet?” Atomsk’s voice stayed composed on the line.

“Yes Commander, directed by Silver Eyes…you should get word to the teams immediately, keep me posted.”

“I understand, sir. Dunaway out.” The channel went offline as the Admiral pressed the haptic adaptive interface appearing above his arm rest.

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Barracks

“Commander, I think you need to look at this,” one of the ship technicians sitting near a holographic screen called for Commander Dunaway. He promptly turned away from the tactical war screen at the very center of the war room at the request of the technician.

“This was a video feed from one of the corridors in the aft section of the ship, near the mini generators.”

As he approached, the technicians punched in several keys on the holographic projection, which activated a smaller screen to enlarge. It was a video feed of one of the indiscriminant corridors of the Salient, the screen displayed a patrol consisting of two Marines and three other ship personnel. Gunfire spurted through the speakers as it did on the screen from a hidden corner on the screen.

Two of the personnel were immediately killed, slumping to the ground lifelessly. Atomsk’s eyebrows creased at the sight, as another retreating Marine was shot in the back and was seemingly dead. The two remaining Federation crew members retreated from the scene. Atomsk didn’t wait until the feed was done to leave the War room and head to the armory directly across the hall.

As he passed by the sentries guarding the armory and the barracks, he pointed to all of them and waved his hand as a signal to follow. "Your four are on me."

After grabbing a pair of stun pistols from the armory and holstering them, Atomsk led his four man team down the hollow corridors of the rear end of the ship. The commander's armor was a light ballistic suit with small pauldrons and LED light strips running down his underarm and the outside of his legs like most armor. It was capable of deflecting most small arms fire.

He tapped the communication unit nestled on his left ear. “This is the Commander speaking, relay me the exact location where the previous video feed was captured,” he said to the war room personnel.

“Copy that sir, relaying now.” The location revealed itself in the rear of an aqua colored pixel projection of the Salient, directly displayed from Atomsk's ear projector. The marked location was directly near the sub-generator rooms.

“Alright, we’re gonna’ catch that bitch. Then we’ll make her talk,” Atomsk drew his first stun pistol and led the way.

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Tau did some thinking on it, taking only seconds to do so, "I don't have access to those systems without permission from the Admiral." he says, already patching into the Admirals comm. "Sir, our new resident AI has proposed a quite ingenious plan, but needs access to communications and the dishes aligned towards the enemy vessels, he hopes to hack their navigation systems, how shall I proceed?". Tau would be playing it safe here, and make sure nothing rash was done. He looked at Max again. "I'll see what I can do, but I can't guarantee the Admiral will say yes to this idea, he may still be wary over all the mystery surrounding your presence on board.

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Tau turned to Max, "The Admiral is considering your proposal, I think he might get you into their systems via one of the crippled ships" he said informatively. Meanwhile on the Admiral's comm channel, he inquired as to his duties, "Will I be needed for weapons usage on the bridge during this battle Admiral?" He asked quickly, "Or perhaps you have other duties in mind?" Tau let the thought linger, he was not sure what other duties there were for him, but he wanted to be more useful than just a gun operator on the bridge. He felt like he was capable on much more, but that could always be some foolish ambition rubbing off on him from the humans on board.

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So…it was planned then, it was a simple maneuver, perhaps by one of the greatest minds produced by the Federation, Atreus Eturrer. The empty frigate didn’t come as a surprise to Aronimus, who realized it was all a ploy from the very start. It began with the onset of the pirate frigates chasing the two Altamus vessels directly in the way of the Salient’s projected course.

“Captain, I don’t know if you’re aware, but the Commander has been trying to reach you for the past half hour and a half. I don’t know whether or not your channels were jammed, but I’ll bring you up to speed on the situation outside…” Aronimus paused.

“A fleet of hostile pirates have formed directly several hundred kilometers away from the frigate you are on. You can guess where I’m getting at” Aronimus knew the Captain would catch on very quickly and would realize that the two lifeless hulks were part of the nefarious scheme.

“You should hold off on returning back to the Salient. Your transport may receive direct fire from the hostile ships. Hunker down in the ship, and sit tight gentlemen.” Aronimus was about to close the channel until after the battle was over; if he was alive to turn it back on though, but he stopped.

“Captain, I must inquire if you brought any sort of datapad with you, because if you did, I need you to activate it now,” Aronimus turned to T.A.U. as he appeared in mellow simmering flames.

“Tau, I need you to manage the Salient’s weapon systems,” as he said this he pressed some more keys on the haptic interface appearing over his left shoulder, activating A.D.A.M.’s presence.

The miniature sapphire hologram, bearing the likeness of an android, came into being on the ringed projector. Most A.I.s usually acquired the physical aspects of a brain that they were molded from as a result of Cognitive Impression. The A.I.s assumed the personality and the characteristics of deceased beings, from which brains are taken. T.A.U. for one was generated from the brain of a long deceased A.I. theory professor. They programmed him, however, with advanced militaristic routines that altered his purpose from a simple ship A.I. to a specialized field tactician A.I.

A.D.A.M. was different in that he was generated without relying on Cognitive Impression methods, but rather through a complex matrix of sub routines. Being the first A.I. contrived through this method, they attached the A.I. to the Salient as a means of testing its performance. If A.D.A.M. successfully completed his duties, it may mean a breakthrough for the matrix method, but only time would tell.

“Adam, I need you to speak with the unidentified A.I. He has a plan to infiltrate the hostile pirate ships via their transmission channels; do you think this is possible?”

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Tau nodded to the Admirals Orders and began accessing the weapons systems of the Salient, preparing for battle. Overhearing the next bit of orders, those for Adam, Tau's projection shook its head. "Sir, the new AI may not be comfortable with Adam being along with him. He has developed the emotion of fear, connecting it to Adam." he said, from as neutral a position as possible. "It may be best if I am at least partially there, to reassure Max that Adam is on the same team as him." he said. Tau noted that this would end up being the first time the three AI's would be in one place together, without humans nearby, it would be interesting to observe the interactions between himself and his fellow programs.

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The armada of brigands was now in full view before the plexi glass viewports of the Salient’s bridge. Although most of the crew was at their stations, each person stole a mere glimpse at the storm that would come upon them. By the conduct of war, an outnumbered force should be given the option of surrender. Despite the fact that Silver Eyes was a former Federation Admiral, he was a pirate now, and whether or not he chose to abide by those laws did not matter for he wasn’t a lawful combatant under the articles of war.

Silver Eyes wouldn’t have asked the Salient to surrender, and its executive officer, Aronimus, wouldn’t have surrendered. The fleet eyed the single Federation ship with impunity, before the lighter craft increased their traveling speeds. They began to swoop in bunches towards the Salient, all the while their larger brethren began to converge upon the single ship.

Aronimus stood by the railings that separated the Captain’s platform, which was slightly elevated before the rest of the bridge, standing out prominently. It allowed ship Captains to direct and oversee personnel from that perched position. His posture, remained ramrod erect, unflinching, and void of fear.

Aronimus rotated his head to face his desk, as A.D.A.M. remained present on the holographic projector. The A.I. itself was observing the fleet, all the while running multitudes of calculations inside the ship’s datastream.

“Adam,” the Admiral said.

“Prepare the ion blasters,” Aronimus curved his view back to the squadrons of fighter ships coming in bound.

He decided to let A.D.A.M. handle the point-defense systems rather than let the Salient’s own fighter complement go toe to toe against the more numerous enemy. The blasters were sheathed behind metallic plating that slid apart to reveal the many little cannons. These armaments could wipe out most of the incoming fighters with A.D.A.M. guiding their trajectories, he would not waste a drop of the ship's energy. This would allow the Admiral to utilize his fighter pilots at peak efficiency when the right moment came to send his wings out to hammer the enemy.

And so they came. The pirate fighters began to glide seamlessly, despite their ragged look compared to the sleeker and newer Federation fighters. Twin blasters from beneath their wings jetted little beams of energy at the Salient’s outer plating.

Aronimus decided to hold off on firing the ion cannons until the bulk of the fighters began to swirl around the Salient. They weaved in and out beneath and above the Salient, attacking whatever they could to damage the ship. They did not realize that the neo-steel plating of the Salient accepted these hits with ease. No damage was shown where damage was done.

Inside the bridge, and perhaps the rest of the ship, the crew did not feel a thing. They only heard little echoes pervading the thick plating every now and then. The bridge crew knew it was the pirate fighters; the majority of the ship did not however. Perhaps a few engineers and technicians working in the hangars saw the pirates swoop past the particle fielding that blocked out vacuum, or a few crew members were at the observation decks staring at the stars, only to have their view cut in half by a gliding ship.

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It took a little bit but Eon was finally fixed and complete. He stood up feeling his body seem new and fresh. "thank you." he robotically said with a bow he shot back up hearing the ship take hits from the pirates. He looks at the two mechanics and runs off towards the bridge to offer assistance. As he was running he picked up a pirate signal for a brief moment of surfing through the channels, 'they're just talking on an unencrypted channel?!' he thought, 'that's a bit odd...' he continued to the bridge and finally got there, "sorry I am late I had a major system malfunction and was under repair." Eon said as he walked towards the captain in case he's needed.

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Marcus Bergman - Medical Bay

"Trauma team be on stand-by. Incoming code-56. Priority package. Dr. Bergman report to medical bay."

Marcus arrived immediately. Dr. Mackenzie's quarters were adjacent to the medical bay, as befitting her status as chief medical officer.

He waited in the medical bay, recounting the events of the last few hours.
He and Faith had gone to the Hyena's illicit party. They had had a... time. What little conversation that passed between the two was passed in between bursts of binge drinking and comments about how stupid the crew was being. And that was the game. Each time they saw something dangerous, moronic, or immoral they took a shot. Marcus lost the game in short order, but Faith plowed on regardless. Her final shot was a toast to her own alcoholism. She then put her head down, and refused to move until the alarms began to sound the arrival of Silver Eyes' fleet, partly because she had passed out as wave after wave of alcohol hit her system.

Marcus had to escort her to her quarters once the party had officially ended with the crew scrambling to collect their loot and get to their stations. He left her puking into her toilet. Doubtless she wouldn't be up and ready for action for quite some time.

The paramedics rushed in the injured girl. She was a pretty little thing, despite the fact that she had fainted and was bleeding from a bullet wound. That was good for him- she wouldn't make a fuss while he fixed her up.

Marcus looked at one of the paramedics while he did his work. "Why am I doing this, exactly?"
The medic stared him down. "Aren't you a doctor?"
"I'm a Virologist. My job isn't to patch wounds."
"Well you seem to be doing it right. Where's the chief?"
"Puking her guts out..." Marcus finished patching up Elizabeth and started to leave the room, headed back to checked on the drunken beauty. "Put her on a bed. You may need that for some other incoming patient."

Adriana

When Ray's ship came to dock at the Salient, Adriana didn't get off. Instead, she took out all of her gear and put it back on. The mission was a success, but now the base was in danger. There ain't no rest for the wicked, she supposed. Once fully armed, she disembarked and took off for her station in the lab. She stopped short at the entrance, catching her breath as she beheld her lab.

Everything was in ruins, shattered on the floor. At first she wondered who would bother to sabotage her, but then she remembered the cause. Someone had fired her canon. HER particle canon. How dare they!? She gave a grunt of anger, and swept some broken glass off a counter. She had only come in here to do some maintenance on Stanley, but now she had cleaning up to do. And then she had to go check on the canon, because whichever unauthorized prick used it probably didn't use it properly. It was a finicky thing, being a prototype and all.

After wasting too much time taking note of everything broken and sweeping all the now garbage into the incinerator, Adriana hurried down to the engineering center, which contained the interface and access to all the parts of the particle canon. She was horrified to find eight hundred ninety-seven alerts open on the computer. It was going to be a long day...

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5 hours after arriving on the Salient, Elizabeth finally started to wake up. A pint of blood lost, a large concussion, bruising around her neck, several cuts across her back, and a rape kit later, she finally started to come up. Slowly she became alert, looking at the world around her, trying to keep calm. The room was all chrome, with a door to her left wide open to reveal a bathroom. She was in a bed, at least from what she could gather, witch was propped up.

Slowly she looked down at her arm to see an IV drip in her arm, with the machine only a few feet away from here. She started to panic, but found she couldnt. She was numb, her body was relaxed, her muscles didn't fire on command. After another 40 mins, she slowly gathered the strength to move her legs, witch she swung over the side of the bed. Several deep breaths later she slowly pushes herself forward, more and of her body following her command. Her legs were weak, but slowly she walked around her bed to the airlock door.

"Open..." She told the door. But it didn't follow her command. She sighed as she slowly walked back to her bed and lied back down, trying to get a little more sleep...

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Now awake she watched the pacing interrogator, it was obvious he was inexperienced grunt, so she was playing with him, just as he was about to throw another question down, the door opened with another person. They began to both talk quietly for a bit. Looking in utter joy, she watched the face of grunt turn various shades, before he stomped over her and screamed, "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?"

Smirking she replied, "Say it, don't spray it." continuing to smile she added, "I just wanted a little holiday so I decided to use your wonderful engines, they really state of the art, shame they have a major flaw in them heehehehe."

The grunt looked about to throttle her before he yelled, "Get someone else, this bitch is too much for me."

As he walked off she yelled back, "Oh, but I was just beginning to have fun... foreplay is a way to a girl's heart boyo."

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AI TAU

Tau took in all the information that Max sent to him and routed it to a private storage bank that only the Admiral could access. He sent a bit of himself into the enemy databanks along with Max, tagging along and disguising himself so it still seemed to just be Max, but Tau could still provide help. He sensed a pulse coming through the system and set up a router to get rid of it, sending the deadly attack into one of the consoles on the Main ship of the Pirate fleet, which they were on. Tau scanned its approach direction and traced its origins. He communicated with Max on a private frequency "There is a Pirate AI aboard, we can expect some conflict" he says, brief and to the point. Tau then created a multitude of virus filled emails and shot them into the enemy fleet's communication network, infiltrating the emails of personel and using them to forward the message to all the others, filling the system with virus bombs waiting for one of the thousands of Pirates to open unknowingly. Even without being opened, the messages caused a small power surge, messing with the enemy operations.

So this was AI warfare at its best... he thought.

(Accidently put Thaddeus in the characters trying to add TAU, sorry)

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ADAM's hologram began flickering and distorting, "Sir it would appear that I am being assaulted from an area that AI require human approval to interface with. It goes without saying such areas would have either a lot of movable machinery or in vicinity of key systems of the ship; the most common examples being the Docking Bay or Life Support respectively." ADAM felt its processes slowing down, like it was slowly being fried.

"Perhaps a withdrawal of.....ground forces may be effective after all. -e have th F-TL o consider after...all. -At and they are sit ing ducks out there." ADAM's processes weren't so bad as its voice was showing but it effectively killed any ability of communication from his side.

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Many of the crew members knew that the Salient was going to be destroyed, and they would die with it. The ship had only left the factories on Earth merely weeks ago. Rather than accept the inevitable defeat, though, they continued working diligently as the Admiral oversaw them with eyes like a hawk. It seemed like his hour was coming.

"Sir we're receiving fire from the their front line!" yelled one of the crewmen.

"Return fire, soldier!" Aronimus responded, his earlier countenance was of a calm stone. Now it seemed as if that had completely faded, now he seemed like a tempest in the bridge.

"Navigator Summer, set the FTL jump to the Arcturus System. I want you to keep me posted with the countdown until the jump."

Then the ship rocked, jarring several crew members off balance, even Aronimus had to grip the railing.

"Sir, they're piercing the outer layer of the neosteel plating," blurted one of the personnel.

The line of pirate ships began to form, an oddity in itself, as pirates often preferred hit-and-run, and ambush attacks. This seemed more organized, but Aronimus expected as much, seeing as how Eturrer was commanding the pirate fleet.

The cannons of the pirate ships fired at once, the ghastly affect of their tachyon fire began to rip apart several plates from the Salient's hull. On top of that, the crew received another hit, which rocked the ship once more.

"Lieutenant Napier! Report!"

"Sir, we've been hit, but it wasn't a projectile or energy weapon. Here, let me play the feed." the JG typed several keys on the haptic interface, and a giant holographic screen flew into the air in the middle of the bridge.

The feed showed the starboard section of the Salient being impacted by a flying object. Upon closer inspection, Aronimus realized it was a fighter ship, which had lunged itself into the Salient, not because of a broken wing. The impact tore apart multiple plates on the exterior hull, continued use of this method would eventually ply away the exterior and reach the interior skeleton of the Salient.

"Kamikaze..." Aronimus' eyes narrowed, "A desperate tactic, but it acquires results..."

Eturrer was the kind of Admiral who did not care how many casualties he received as long as he garnered results. That was his method of commanding, and that was how he reached such a level in the Federation Navy. Although some objected to his style because one of the tenants of the Federation Armed Forces was to reduce casualties at all costs.

Now that Eturrer had thrown off the chains of being apart of the Federation Navy, he can operate and command freely without any restrictions. Few realized, however, that his methods did not endanger those under him.

His kamikaze strategy only destroyed fighters; the pilots would eject before impact, and a friendly fighter would quickly retrieve the pilot. He wasted materials, but not manpower; Aronimus knew this, after studying multitudes of Eturrer's combat logs during his early years as an Admiral.

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The light cruisers immediately fired a line of autocannons directly at the Salient. After the initial bombardments, Silver Eyes noted that the ship was barely damaged, and thus launched all his ships forward. The pirate lords commanding the different sections of his armada were beginning to think he had gone mad, with power.

The frigates inched forward, while the rear destroyers laid down suppression fire to cover their advance. They were hoping to surround the Salient, and perhaps destroy it from all directions.

However, the Salient withstood their attacks, and replied with its own arsenal of weaponry. The rail guns were fired, tearing a single frigate in half with two blasts to its mid-section. The lifeless hulk joined the rest of the scattered junk that littered the battlefield in space.

Another destroyer attempted to get fancy by circling around to the Salient’s rear and firing upon it with missiles. Unfortunately, those hits were deflected due to the tile shielding, which was a prototype. Despite this, the ship itself was built to foster the right experimentation conditions with its main particle cannon, the tile shielding, and finally the on board A.I. known as A.D.A.M.

The Admiral had resumed his seat at his podium in the rear of the Salient’s bridge. His screen was entirely conquered by the status of the FTL drives, which were currently at forty-two percent, once they reached one hundred, the ship would make a slip jump, with the aid of the sub-hyperspace drives, to the Arcturus System, reaching their destination before the intended date of arrival. It was either that, or suffer from damaged FTL drives, in which case the Salient would be left a sitting duck for the pirates to fire at, and board.

Everyone sat at their stations, generally calm, the fireworks outside had not done much damage, although several points had received extensive hits to the exoskeleton, but nothing serious yet. The bridge was in a state of unnerving calm, as few crew members shuffled back and forth between their stations, all the while monitoring the battle from their interface screens, or directly through the giant plexi-glass view port that was at the fore end of the ship.

However, the crew also noted that several destroyers crashed into each other, perhaps accidentally, damaging their outer plating. It was the work of Max and T.A.U. on the pirate fleet.

"Any word from the two A.I.s yet, Navigator Summer?" lines of apprehension began to entrench themselves on Aronimus' chiseled complexion.

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Character Portrait: Aronimus Weston Character Portrait: Clyde Summer Character Portrait: Adriana Stark Character Portrait: T.A.U

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Adriana

The marine gear didn't help much with the finesse areas of maintenance, but Adriana got the job done all the same. It had taken some time, but it would definitely have taken more had she not been encouraged by the constant arms fire colliding with the nearby hull. The kamikaze impact was quite encouraging in particular. With a grunt, she extricated herself from the machinery, and returned to the control console to run a final set of diagnostics.

The particle cannon was operational once more.

Adriana opened a link to the bridge and saluted the Admiral on his appearance. "The main cannon is operational, sir. After a short charging sequence, you may fire at will."


Clyde

Strong... The word was one Clyde came back to again and again as he looked about at the chaos he had helped to create. It's what the Salient and its crew were. It was raining all kinds of death, and the ship was laughing into its face. The ratio of kills to deaths was simply enormous for the kind of battle they were facing. Something like hundreds to... zero.
Yes, zero. Not a single fighter had been shot down (thanks to the excellent crew selection and his own assistance), and only superficial damage had been done to the hull. It wasn't really even a battle outside... It was a slaughter. Wave after wave came just to be torn asunder and cast into the sea of debris.

But powerful as they were, there was still a crucial limiting factor... The FTL was gaining power. Clyde had ratcheted the gravity up a few more times, but it wasn't enough... and if he did it anymore it might start to cause problems.
Despite his stalling, it seemed as if the FTL was increasing -faster- instead of slowing down. The rate at which energy was being generated was growing. There needed to be another way.

"Any word from the two A.I.s yet, Navigator Summer?" lines of apprehension began to entrench themselves on Aronimus' chiseled complexion.

"Not yet sir, but they seem to be quite active in their --"

"Hello my Puppet"

... What? Clyde was familiar with the signature- It was TAU. But that in itself was alarming. AI were not supposed to have such threatening routines.
Clyde watched the enemy break themselves upon each other.
Well... He was doing his job, at least.

Clyde's attention snapped back to the task at hand as Corporal Stark contacted the Admiral.
The cannon was active! Clyde checked the FTL Drives. 45%.
He routed power into the cannon... And to his gratification, the charge for the FTL drive froze. As long as they continued to charge the cannon, the FTL would come no closer to activation.

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"Sir, we're being hailed by the enemy command ship..." J.G. Napier reported.

Aronimus turned towards the lower officer, "Patch it through."

"Right away," Napier pressed a pair of keys on the holographic screen, with a transcendent beep, the bridge's central holographic star map was replaced with a direct feed to Silver Eyes himself.

The one who called himself Silver Eyes, appeared on the screen. Gruff, and harsh, yet refined, for an Admiral. He was still clad in his old Federation service dress, the old line, including the service cap as well. Aronimus was surprised to see him in such attire, a traitor still wearing Federation garb. This meant that the old Admiral still had some allegiances to the Federation, or perhaps he was not one to care for his dress

The previous color for a Vice Admiral's service dress was a light grayish blue with golden trims. Since Eturrer's defection, that line of service dresses was immediately removed from Federation uniforms. It was replaced by a line of Navy blue uniform, with white trims. Admirals were still required to wear service caps during formal occasions, but they were not required when in the field. Admirals of the fleet, however, were still required to wear service caps regardless of the situation.

Eturrer's hair had grayed considerably to the point of pure white, like snow covering his head. Compared to his old images of when he was still in service. Back then, he still had brown hair and a regal mustache, which was his trademark. No one had seen his face in years, analysts predicted that he would at least grayed a little

Aronimus noted a scar, albeit a very thin and indiscernible scar, that was carved above his left eye brow, trailing downwards to the left side of his face.

Silver Eyes' transmit in the midst of the engagement made Aronimus wonder what the traitor was up to. Perhaps he was asking for a surrender, even though the Salient was more than capable of withstanding the pirates' sustained offensive.

"Admiral Aronimus Weston, I presume?" the former Vice Admiral spoke with an elegant British accent.

He continued speaking, unimpeded as Aronimus silently listened.

"I see you recognize me, I figured as much. It appears you have outsmarted the greatest pirate," he paused with a sly smile on his countenance.

"And for that I congratulate you, but surely you know that time is running short, Courtney Reynolds did her work and your ship will jump in about 10 minutes," he paused.

"This is why I suggest a temporary peace, you give back Courtney and we'll withdraw everyone," the old Vice Admiral paused, waiting for a response. When nothing came out of Aronimus' mouth, he continued.

"I have and still do have great respect for you, it's not often a young recruit caught my eye," he took a sip from a glass half-filled with an alcoholic beverage. Aronimus was surprised by the praise from his nemesis.

"But it doesn't surprise me, that you are the one to finally best me. Although the whole plan was to delay so whereas you beat us today, our fleet will grow and the Federation will be a forgotten foot note in history," Silver Eyes triumphantly proclaimed, but he was not finished.

"It amazes me you stand with these tyrants, but maybe I wished I stayed naive," that had struck a nerve.

Aronimus, though, remained calm, and retorted in like fashion.

Like a beast that has cornered its prey, he chuckled before speaking.

"Firstly, I'd like to thank you for your commendation," Silver Eyes smiled and took another swig.

"Might I say that you were a good Admiral in your day," Silver Eyes was about to respond, "But, you were good, not anymore I suppose."

Silver Eyes' face turned as he became perplexed by Aronimus' meaning.

"Hmm, tyrants. My friend, you do not understand tyranny."

"There is nothing tyrannical about the Federation, it protects the rights of the people, but will not guarantee it. It can only become tyrannical if the people let it be so," Aronimus jabbed a finger at Silver Eyes, his face had turned from calm to belligerent. This face was then recomposed as he continued on.

"You, you know nothing of tyranny. You are nothing, but a traitor. You fled in the thick of battle," Aronimus paused, but only slightly. Silver Eyes' eyes narrowed into daggers upon Aronimus.

Before Silver Eyes could interject, "If you truly wanted to safeguard humanity against tyranny, then you should have remained to defend it. Democracy, as our forefathers said, is but one generation from extinction. You chose not to defend it, so you can not speak of tyranny!" Silver Eyes' placid demeanor now transformed into one of wrath, before he could voice his outrage, Aronimus continued.

"I must also wonder why, you wish to retreat once we have returned your saboteur? The various inconsistencies in your speech make me wonder,"

"You clearly know that my ship is about to make a slip space jump, but you are going to retreat? There are two mining freighters stacked to the brim with Duillium cargo, that you can freely seize once we have made our jump. Cargo that can fund an entire war effort, and nobody will stop you once we have vanished."

"I can tell that your saboteur is very important to you, and for that reason, we won't be giving her up. In fact, I plan on asking her a few questions myself, as we take her with us, and there is nothing you can do about it," the Salient reflected that last statement invincibly.

Aronimus cut the transmission short after that statement. Aronimus knew that his attacks had hit home as he saw Silver Eyes become visibly aggravated, more so now than before when he was faced with the indignation at the hands of Aronimus' retorts. Silver Eyes crushed the glass of alcohol with his fist, the alcohol disembodied its container's form and gushed in all directions, onto his coat, the bridge floor, and his viewing screen. The shards of glass pierced his skin, bleeding him through little cuts as he clenched his teeth.

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Character Portrait: A.D.A.M Character Portrait: Clyde Summer Character Portrait: Peter "Ray" Davidson Character Portrait: Adriana Stark

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Adriana

The area below decks where Adriana worked on the particle cannon was separated from the vacuum of space by a single layer of hull. Every little ping of an enemy shot echoed through the space. This is how Adriana knew the battle had ended: Everything grew silent but for her own breathing and her footsteps as she walked back and forth along the length of the ship checking for damage. She returned to the terminal.

"What's happening outside, ADAM?"

The blue face appeared, and his synthesized voice came across the speakers. "All fighting has ceased. The Salient is about to perform a slip-space jump, and there is no further purpose in the battle."

Adriana nodded and switched off the terminal. It was all over and the ship was still in working order. That was the good news. She was sure there would be bad, but nothing in particular that would be her inconvenience. At least, she hoped not.

Clyde

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Clyde steered the ship through the debris field, the ship canons blasting away obstruction. The enemy fleet cleared a path for the Salient's jump. They didn't want to be disintegrated by the jump any more than the Salients' crew did.

Clyde made the last minute checks- Was everything in working order? Not quite, but the ship would survive. Was everyone accounted for? A few fighter deaths, Thaddeus Jackson pronounced missing in action, everyone else returned. Except... Peter Davidson. Clyde took one look at his ship, drifting alone in space, and knew that it was not going to return.
There was a little blip on his screen. It was a text-only message, sent from an old radio. Sent from the dying ship.
Carry on Fighting, carry on crying, carry on smiling but for heaven's sake carry on living" - Unit Commander Peter Ray Davidson, deceased.

Clyde looked away as the ship exploded in a brilliant ball of energy, a small sun marking the death of a storied pilot.

What kind of launch was this? They had been in space hardly a day and already tragedy wracked the voyage. It did not bode well for the rest of the mission.

Clyde sighed and turned back to his terminal. The final stage of preparation for the the FTL jump came into affect automatically. The artificial gravity generator activated to its fullest potential, and froze everything on board the ship a split second before the jump occurred to protect it from the massive acceleration. Then the gravity shifted from null to a push opposite the acceleration, keeping everything from being crushed until the speed leveled out.

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