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Vesta Andromeda

"Yeah go ahead and joke, heard it a thousand times."

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a character in “The Cloud”, as played by Midnightclub

Description

Name: Vesta Andromeda
Age: 18
Sex: Female
Height/Weight: 5'6" 250lbs (most of that is her legs)

Description: A lithe redhead with hazel eyes and a cute face, Vesta has always been a favoriteam of her employer. Her narrow shoulders and a even more narrow waist are perfect for crawling around the cramped spaces inside maintenance tunnels in a ship. Her legs, the first things people really notice about her, areally mechanical from thighs down. They are covered in access ports and easily accessible panels and have joints that face the opposite direction that humans' usually face. It gives her a very graceful, if animalistic gait and stance.

Background: Born to human purists on the Koni Mining Colony on asteroid 4 Vesta, the girl named after the protoplanet she lived on never had a good relationship with her parents. Besides the fact that her parents were hated as luddites in the community, they were also overbearing in her upbringing. She took an early interest in piloting spacecraft and her parents decided to let her take lessons, so long as it didn't interfere with her 'normal' day to day homeschooling. She excelled at nearly every task given and was technically licensed to navigate at the age of 14, though it is illegal to navigate before 18. Before her parents realized what she had been planning from lessons day one, she'd stolen a shuttle and ran away. It wasn't long after that, that a crash into the personal station of a very rich family left her without legs and in very steep debt. Along with new cybernetic legs, Vesta was given the choice to work it off as a personal maid or run illegal smuggling missions. She never regretted her decision.

Now she is using the Nadia along with her own personal fighter, Springbok (paid for using funds made selling contraband under her employer's nose) to conduct yet another illegal trade route. The cargo in question is one extremely expensive stolen robot along with some other cargo, passengers, and a secret stash of drugs.

Personality: Vesta is egotistical and cocky. She likes to think she's invincible and a pilot without compare and excluding a crash that shouldn't have happened (at least in her mind) she has yet to be proven wrong. She's pretty outgoing and altogether too smart for her own good.

Skills: Besides her outstanding piloting skills she's fairly handy with fixing damaged ship parts.

Equipment:
Vesta's cybernetic legs give her added mobility and speed on the ground but in truth are designed to help her pilot her fighter. They regulate blood flow and the release of adrenaline in order to help her body withstand g-forces other pilots cannot handle even in high-tech g-suits.

The Interceptor class ship, Springbok is used to help the Nadia escape other ships as well as Vesta's quarters on the Nadia when it is docked. It is equipped with a singular mounted turret that can fire in all directions in a full sphere around the ship. It is capable of making extreme turns at high velocities.
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The Nadia is a Freighter Class cargo ship that is mainly used as a transport vessel and therefore has no weapons. Because of the cargo it carries, which is often smuggled or illegal goods, it is equipped with a rubsign as well as heat sinks to get past most sensors and into most ports without trouble. More often than not, Vesta will take on passengers and other cargo so that the true cargo will be lost among paperwork and untraceable back to her or her employer.
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So begins...

Vesta Andromeda's Story

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Character Portrait: Desmond Zini Character Portrait: Veris Character Portrait: Dragoslava Kasun Character Portrait: Vesta Andromeda Character Portrait: Dr. Charles Roth & Subject Forty

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The freighter Nadia was mostly quiet throughout the trip, though the hull creaked just a bit when people walked the halls. It was their first day in the trip from Thebes in the Jupiter Almathea (inner group) to Themisto a large irregular moon. The usual 3 day trip was taking longer than it should have, the Nadia had left port after Thebe's orbit had passed Themisto's and now the latter's retrograde orbit was taking the satellite away from the ship.

Vesta

The girl checked her charts, only two and a half more days according to the adjusted course, and rechecked her inventory, making sure she had enough fuel. "Four passengers and three of them are freaks." She sighed to herself. "At least he promised this last run would be enough for me to have worked off the debt." The man she worked for was ruthless and greedy, but he had given her a chance and she was happy that he'd be letting her off soon. He'd even offered her real work after the run, but she wasn't sure if she'd accept. She went on over the intercom.

"Alright folks, course has been readjusted and we'll be running for two and a half days to get to Themisto. We'll get some minor turbulence as we pass by the outer ring in about 18 hours but other than that sailing should be smooth. Thanks again for flying with the Nadia, if you need anything just buzz me over the intercoms."

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Character Portrait: Veris Character Portrait: Vesta Andromeda

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The small, dark room creaked slightly as the hum of high voltage transfer struggled to take center stage. Illuminated by the single security light, an android was standing with inside of what looked to be a transportation chamber. Bathed with only a mild glow from both the security light and several small LED lights was a neatly kept work table with several different parts organized by drawers and terminal on the far end of the transportation chamber. Blinking in the terminal's display was a single word... "Charging."

The terminal suddenly tacked a single word on the end of what it was already displaying, "Complete." After three flashes of this new message, the lights in the room flickered on, illuminate what could only be a janitor's closet. On the newly visible side of the small room was shelves of cleaning tools and chemicals, the bottom shelf having charging docks for several self propelled vacuums.

After a few more seconds, an emotionless voice echoed through the room. "Beginning activation." Suddenly, the near empty terminal display filled with line after line of text, each slightly more cryptic than the last. A minute, or so, into the process, the hands of the android clamped closed quickly before slowly opening. Next, the arms moved, in unison. Then the legs.

August Model, 13x Series, "Veris"

Pushing the see-through covering of the transportation chamber up, Veris reached out to grab the handle mounted on the edge of the chamber. Pulling itself to a standing pose, Veris surveyed the room, re-calibrating all of its senses. After a few moments, Veris connected to the ship's internal network. Connecting to the internal messaging service, Veris shot a small message to the captain "Unit Veris activated and ready for new orders."

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Character Portrait: Dragoslava Kasun Character Portrait: Vesta Andromeda

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#, as written by DBN006
Congo, played on a scarlatti 20 button anglo concertina, echoed through the cargo hold of the Nadia. It was one of the few skills the retired Brigadier General possessed that wasn't related to war. While it had been the bane of many a Marine during her years of service she was proud enough of her skill to continue playing it even now.

She had herself seated on a crate near her resting powered armor, the new obsolete but still deadly NG-1337 anti-personnel suit. Her attention was focused on a small computer attached to the armor through a series of long cables currently conducing a routine diagnostic of all systems programming. While unable to repair the battle suit if damaged she was, like all Marines, trained to perform maintenance on it.

The click of noise as the ship intercom was activated prompted Dragoslava to stop her playing, the sound of her concertina dying down to silence as she listened to the pilot speak. Two and a half days was perfectly acceptable considering she had no prior arrangements once arriving at their destination. She'd sold her cozy beach home on that resort planet, liquidized her assets and grabbed a shuttle away from Earth with her precious powered armor in tow.

Of course life would be difficult now. She couldn't stand the easy life of relaxation and a pension so any money she made selling her skills would need to be saved up. As she got older she might eventually need organ transplants. Those weren't cheap. Then there was caring for her cybernetics. Left arm, left leg and lungs all military standard. Function over form made it obvious she was a veteran of more than a few combat missions, though the arm had been voluntary. She could still remember signing three digital forms and two electronic consenting to the procedure. With her left arm replaced with a cybernetic she could interface with 'advanced' military hardware and work the front lines in a suit of powered armor.

How archaic it all looked now.

Dragoslava Kasun

"Life of a mercenary," she mused and, after a sigh, started playing her concertina again.

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Character Portrait: Desmond Zini Character Portrait: Veris Character Portrait: Dragoslava Kasun Character Portrait: Vesta Andromeda Character Portrait: Dr. Charles Roth & Subject Forty

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The engine room was filled with a mix of noises. The hum of the engines was the loudest, the noise of the life support following it, 1980's rock underlying them and if you listened close enough you could hear mumbling and the sound of tinkering. The hum of the engine came from the very back of the room while the music and tinkering came from a corner near the front. While the noise echoed throughout the room, a soft white glow emanated from the machine near the front of the room. A minefield of tools, scrap metal and junk parts was strewn across the floor illuminated by the lights throughout the room, the only clean spaces being a working space around the life support and engine.

When entering the room in the right-hand corner there was a workbench that was almost as messy as the floor around it. Setting at it was a man in his late twenties tinkering with an orb. This man did not look to out of the ordinary, he had brown hair, approximately 5' 9" in height. However, his right arm looked metallic and was held out in a way as if he was using a wrench that looked as if it was coming out of the top of his hand instead of being held, and a blue glow emanated from his eye on the same side.

Desmond Zini

With the sound of the intercom staring he hit a button on the orb to quiet the music. As he sat the orb down on the bench little legs came out of the orb that it rested on. He walked over and listened to the announcement that was being made, nice two more days in space, that means longer time until I have to be on a planet. He thought to himself hitting the button, "I'm good just let me know if anybody needs anything fixed and I will do my best to fix it." With that a clang could be heard and Desmond looked over to the workbench to see his orb on the floor scuttling away, "So, I may have accidentally automated the legs on my orb shouldn't be hard for me to catch but if anybody comes in here please be careful where they step." With that he let go of the button and ran after his orb.

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Character Portrait: Vesta Andromeda Character Portrait: Dr. Charles Roth & Subject Forty

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Dr. Charles

"Alright folks, course has been readjusted and we'll be running for two and a half days to get to Themisto. We'll get some minor turbulence as we pass by the outer ring in about 18 hours but other than that sailing should be smooth. Thanks again for flying with the Nadia, if you need anything just buzz me over the intercoms."

The voice rang out over the speakers, just barely catching his attention. He was laying back in his poly-metal mobile chair, sat directly in front of a desk. The top of the desk was rather spartan, possessing little else but an open suitcase. In it were rows of individually labeled vials all securely fastened so as to protect the glass containers from excesses of momentum. There was no need for physical documentation ever since humanity had become so thoroughly interconnected. Any and all information was stored in hardware as code, delivered wirelessly across channels of varying encryption depending on the sensitivity of the information stored within.

Of course there was still a need for the physical components. Whether he liked it or not he needed to escort this transport of subject 40 and the various tools and sub components as requested by the Ascplepius Research and Development branch out on Themisto. It was supposed to be a big day for him. After all, he was going to go represent the very project he worked tirelessly on in these last five years. He couldn't help but feel rather bitter though despite the progress his team's made.


|All content is currently secure. Estimated arrival time currently stands at fifty four hours| His Email was sent off, just a standard procedure put in place by the company to keep track of him every eight hours so they know whats going on with the shipment and in the event that Charles is incapacitated or otherwise kept from relaying his message they'll know come the eight hour interval that something is wrong.

Can't wait to get there. While I'm on this bloody ship my Cloud access is at least a day behind. It makes holding a discussion with my colleagues nearly impossible with just how slow it is. He dwelled on just how poor his network connection was as he closed various windows he had open with a mere thought. It was quite ironic that signals moving at the theoretically fastest speed known were still moving too slow for today's modern needs.

Of course anything he would of wanted to be doing would have to wait. He shut off the net overlay as well as his notes, the windows no longer occupying his field of vision as all that remained were the basic ui functions which included an automatic face to profile matching system, a minimap and a clock. By the clock's reading it was close to lunchtime which meant he needed to go feed the subject.


Approaching the door his system passively sent a command to the door system which opened them as he approached, one of the many conveniences technology has brought. He went on his way until he came into the cargo bay. There were several boxes both small and large forming a sort of maze leading to the various entrances and exits. It was clear that whoever packed this ship didn't have a strict storage methodology in place. With his hands in his white lab coat pockets he strolled on over to where the subject's transport cell was kept. What appeared to be a large steel grey container with few other features besides a door, a small slot to the side of the door and a large yellow arrow written on the side next to the words THIS SIDE UP stood before him.

As was the routine he took one of the many washed circular metal trays he had set next to a smaller box more the size of a footlocker and opened the box up before plucking a dull white bag out from inside. The bag had no logos or any information written on it at all save for a small arrow at the rim of the bag indicating just where to tear it open. He already knew what the contents were, tearing the plain white plastic container open and squeezing the off-white paste onto the tray. It was a company made nutrient paste which contained a balanced diet for all the subject's needs. What it didn't include however was a taste. The paste had no flavour whatsoever and maintained the consistency of wallpaper paste. Any person could easily survive eating nothing but this stuff but almost no one would want to survive if it meant eating nothing but this stuff. Luckily for the company the subjects had neither the choice nor the knowledge to make a choice as to what they could eat.

Without saying anything he simply opened up the panel and held the tray in. A pair of long slender yet strong looking hands gingerly took the tray from him, pulling the platter full of white goop from his hands in a gentle manner. Just like that he closed the tray panel and shut the radial lock over it. He didn't want the subject sticking a hand out and getting caught on it.

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Character Portrait: Desmond Zini Character Portrait: Veris Character Portrait: Vesta Andromeda

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Vesta settled back in her chair only to almost instantly get two buzzes on her intercom. The first shocked her so much that she barely even recognized the second. She opened a link to the engineering room and stuttered "Ah-alright just don't let it get into anything, and please for the love of everything please don't touch anything." Then she opened a link to the janitor's closet then closed it. "Shitshitshit." She opened the link again. "Current orders are to- um- deactivate, please? And- uh- wait until we have completed transit."

She sat back rubbing her temples and trying not to hyperventilate. "They said it wasn't supposed to turn on. They said it was in the shutdown charging state. Why is this happening?" She began flipping some switches under the UI board. After a few seconds a panel next to the pilot's chair on the floor opened and Vesta reached inside to pull out a blue glowing cylinder with a knob on one end. She pressed the glowing blue side to her neck and gasped as her eyes flashed a fluorescent blue. She tossed the cylinder back in the hidden compartment, closed it, and sighed contentedly. "He's gonna kill me if he finds out that thing woke up on my watch." She got up, stretched, and grabbed a multi-tool. Then she started the trip back to the cleaning closet.

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Character Portrait: Veris Character Portrait: Vesta Andromeda

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"Current orders are to- um- deactivate, please? And- uh- wait until we have completed transit." Blared over the small speaker in the ceiling as Veris stood just outside of its transportation chamber. Standing in place for a moment, Veris processed the information presented to it. First through the standard command words, then the few learned interpretations. However, it couldn't get what command was being given to it. The command was crypt to the machine.

Sending another message to the captain through the Nadia's messaging service, Veris replied with "Please re-enter the command in a more cohesive structure." The time that Veris had spent with the various testers had helped it to understand that organics did not always speak their entire command without pause, something that Veris expected when it first activated.

While formulating its response to the commands given by the captain, Veris looked around the room. This was definitely not where it had activated last, but it quickly recognized the self-maintenance and repair bench that the testers taught it to use. Veris knew that it would need to take the time to improve on the self-made drivers for that task later. Then its eyes landed upon the wall of chemicals and cleaning supplies.

The wall was a sign of janitors, as far as Veris knew. It still had yet to be given an effective order, but janitor was on the list of potential jobs that it had the basic drivers for, but they too needed to be improved. Improvement only came with time, work, understanding, and study, this was a piece of knowledge that the testers told Veris again and again, but it had yet to truly test this theory. Still, there was a decent amount of evidence in the positive favor.

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Character Portrait: Desmond Zini Character Portrait: Vesta Andromeda

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Soon after finishing his announcement Desmond jumped after his sphere muttering things about catching it. Making all kinds of noise kicking the junk all over the floor as well as the occasional dive after the thing he hardly heard the captain over the intercom, "Ah-alright just don't let it get into anything, and please for the love of everything please don't touch anything." After about five minuets of chasing after the sphere Desmond finally grabbed it, it's legs retracting with the whirling sound of gears as he touched it. "I don't know how that happened but I'll have to fix that soon."

He walked over to the intercoms and hit the button again, "What do you mean not to touch anything, wasn't I hired to be the engineer? That means if something breaks I'm going to have to touch it." With that he walked over to his work bench turning his music back on and started to open up the sphere to find out what he had done.

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Character Portrait: Desmond Zini Character Portrait: Veris Character Portrait: Vesta Andromeda

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Vesta

The girl sighed and stopped. She turned around and returned to the pilot's seat. The new kid, she'd been so worried about the android that she'd completely forgotten she'd taken on a new engineer so she could focus on intercepting if things got too hot. SHe struggled with snapping back over the intercom and eventually decided against it. She was thinking about the small stashes she'd hidden throughout the ship. If something broke near one of them, she'd be found out. She'd hate to have to space the kid, but if it came to him or her, she'd do it. Messaging him might just make him suspicious. That made her think of the bot in the closet. This cargo was everything, it was her freedom, her future. If it got out and was discovered by the others on the ship, then at best they'd have to be paid off and at worst she'd take the fall for her employer's theft. She took a deep breath, the drugs in her body oxidizing and making her eyes flash blue again. It wasn't going to happen, she had it under control. She reopened the link to the janitor's closet.

"Shut down and wait for new directives upon arrival." She closed the link and waited, hoping for an affirmative.

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Meanwhile, just out of scanner range, a group of fighters, a corvette, and a frigate shut down their engines and emptied their heat sinks, drifting quickly towards the Nadia in stealth.

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Character Portrait: Desmond Zini Character Portrait: Veris Character Portrait: Vesta Andromeda

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Character Portrait: Veris Character Portrait: Vesta Andromeda

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August Model, 13x Series, "Veris"

"Shut down and wait for new directives upon arrival." Came across the link that Veris had established. Shutting down seemed like a strange command to Veris, as its main power cell was not intended to store more than a sixty percent charge without being actively in use. Not to do such would reduce the power cell's lifetime, significantly if left unused for too long.

~: syschk power
    Main Battery: 99%

    Backup Power:
      pc1: 99%
      pc2: 99%
    Generator: Ready
      Fuel: 56%

Veris reviewed the system check, confirming its prior assumption. The captain must not have been informed of the sensitive nature of its power cells. A simple fix. Opening the line back up, Veris sent "Warning: Due to the nature of this shell's main internal power cell, I recommend that the shutdown command be reconsidered. Statement: Estimated time till safe shutdown: 5 days."

With the message sent, Veris moved over to the maintenance bench. It instantly pulled up the inventory logs and diagrams of the bench, opening every drawer to ensure that the logs were still accurate.

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Character Portrait: Desmond Zini Character Portrait: Veris Character Portrait: Dragoslava Kasun Character Portrait: Vesta Andromeda Character Portrait: Dr. Charles Roth & Subject Forty

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Desmond Zini

Desmond found that he had placed a couple wires in the wrong place. It was a quick fix for him, after that he didn't know what to do. He sat there and span in his chair quickly getting dizzy before deciding to try randomly put something together. Quickly getting bored Desmond jumped up and went back over to the intercoms, "Does anybody have anything broken, or just something that they don't mind me taking apart?" He sat there bobbing to his music waiting for a response, waiting an waiting and waiting.

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Character Portrait: Desmond Zini Character Portrait: Veris Character Portrait: Dragoslava Kasun Character Portrait: Vesta Andromeda Character Portrait: Dr. Charles Roth & Subject Forty

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Vesta
The girl sighed and rubbed her face. It appeared that she'd have to shut it down herself or somehow dismantle it. Then Desmond asked for something to do and she wished it was that simple. Asking Zini to shut it down would get rid of a couple of headaches but if he asked questions or dug too deep she'd be the one to take the blame. Instead she scanned the ship's outputs to see if anything was down. "Looks like the CO2 scrubbers are performing at 0.03% less efficiency if you wanna take a look at that. Could use some maintenance on the solar batteries as well, though they won't do us much good this far out from the Sun." She opened up a comm link to the android. "What are your current directives then?" She waited a small while for a response before she started to notice blips on her scanner. "Oh-"

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The ships had only been drifting for a few minutes when they got within firing range of the Nadia. Once within range they opened up their engines again and closed in, the fighters circling the ship and the corvette approaching to dock while the frigate settled the sights of its main cannons on the Nadia. The alarms on the Nadia blared to life and then were suddenly cut off by the intercoms. "Attention Nadia passengers and crew. Lay down arms and prepare to be boarded."

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"-Shit." Vesta flipped a few switches on the console and opened a hatch to her interceptor. She grabbed a headset and switched it to an open channel to everyone on board. "Alright guys looks like we've got pirates." She pressed another blue cylinder to her neck with a small grunt then climbed down the chute to the Springbok. Life or death situations always made her think more clearly, act more logically. She'd have pondered why this was if she wasn't hyped up on stims or shoving cables into her cybernetic legs to connect her to the interceptor. She grunted, letting the nerves that connected her to her legs connect her to the smaller ship. 'Anyone with navigation or combat experience chime in if you wanna live."

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Character Portrait: Desmond Zini Character Portrait: Veris Character Portrait: Dragoslava Kasun Character Portrait: Vesta Andromeda Character Portrait: Dr. Charles Roth & Subject Forty

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[OOC: Why does this always post twice?!]

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Character Portrait: Desmond Zini Character Portrait: Veris Character Portrait: Dragoslava Kasun Character Portrait: Vesta Andromeda Character Portrait: Dr. Charles Roth & Subject Forty

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Desmond Zini

"Looks like the CO2 scrubbers are performing at 0.03% less efficiency if you wanna take a look at that. Could use some maintenance on the solar batteries as well, though they won't do us much good this far out from the Sun." Came through the intercom and just as Desmond was about to respond he heard the sirens go off followed by "Attention Nadia passengers and crew. Lay down arms and prepare to be boarded." He did not like the sound of that, he looked around the room to see if he could construct any make shift weapons but there was nothing that he felt would really help.

Then the captain came back on "Anyone with navigation or combat experience chime in if you wanna live." Desmond opened up the intercom again his music able to be heard in the back ground, "Well I'm not an expert but my father did train me how to defend myself with a pistol."

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Character Portrait: Desmond Zini Character Portrait: Veris Character Portrait: Dragoslava Kasun Character Portrait: Vesta Andromeda Character Portrait: Dr. Charles Roth & Subject Forty

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August Model, 13x Series, "Veris"

"What are your current directives then?" Came over the comm link to Veris. Not a moment later, "No directives beyond self-preservation sub-systems detected." was sent across the link. Then the alarms went off.

"Entering emergency mode." Veris stated, turning off countless "non-emergency" drivers. Just as suddenly as they started blaring, the sirens stopped. Replacing them was a simple sentence, "Attention Nadia passengers and crew. Lay down arms and prepare to be boarded."

Veris pulled the pistol out of the plate of its leg that suddenly opened. The self defense add-on began initializing to its full state as what was previously a learning environment became a tactical position and weakness. And within another few moments, a channel open to the entire ship opened with "Anyone with navigation or combat experience chime in if you wanna live." Veris announced "This unit has self-defense systems installed and a shell capable of resisting civilian firearms." over the open channel.

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Character Portrait: Dragoslava Kasun Character Portrait: Vesta Andromeda

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"Anyone with navigation or combat experience chime in if you wanna live." That announcement certain had the mercenary's attention as it came over the comm. Pirates huh? They were the occasional thorn in the side of the Navy and, by extension, the Marines. She could use the chance to stretch her legs and, well, allowing pirates to do as they pleased was just unacceptable. She stretched different muscle groups as she searched the far wall for an interface.

"This is Kasun, currently in the cargo bay. I have several years of combat experience under by belt I'd be glad to put to use, free of charge. I'll need a way to access the outer hull, is there an lift?" All she needed was an answer and it would be broadcast over the comm so had no reason to wait.

She made her way back to her suit of powered armor, all checks competed and ready for use. The nuclear power meant it didn't need a long cycle time. She'd be ready to go shortly. She circled the armor and twisted a handle on the back. With a hiss the armor's back flowered open and waited for its operator. "Ah, its been a while," she said as she climbed up and slipped inside.

It was a snug fit, comfortable to anyone that had the time to get used to it. She made sure her cybernetic left arm clicked into place, artificial nerve endings extending through the armor to connect to the various weapons systems. Once her weight was settled the armor closed itself back up and brought her helmet down onto her head. Immediately the screen inside the helmet lit up and the system started booting.

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Character Portrait: Desmond Zini Character Portrait: Veris Character Portrait: Dragoslava Kasun Character Portrait: Vesta Andromeda Character Portrait: Dr. Charles Roth & Subject Forty

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Vesta

The girl sorted through her thoughts, coming up with some plan, any plan, that would get them through this. "Alright we've got maybe 30 seconds before they're on us, Zini you need to repel boarders. Use any means necessary to keep them from getting anywhere in the ship, they're gonna try to immobilize us, don't let it happen. Kasun, I don't know what you'll do out there, but there's an airlock just outside the cargo bay's bowside entrance. Doc, if you can't fight, hide yourself in the medbay and lock it down. Unit Veris, can you navigate a ship or are you only able to perform self defense?"

With that last bit she undocked the Springbok from the Nadia and slowly floated into position. She'd need to surprise them if the fight was going to go her way at all. She opened a com to the main frigate but kept in communications with the Nadia, hoping for updates. "The interceptor, designated Springbok, is filled with goods, take it and let the Nadia pass."

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Character Portrait: Desmond Zini Character Portrait: Veris Character Portrait: Dragoslava Kasun Character Portrait: Vesta Andromeda Character Portrait: Dr. Charles Roth & Subject Forty

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Desmond Zini

"This unit has self-defense systems installed and a shell capable of resisting civilian firearms." echoed out through the open channels. "Wait 'This Unit?' Does that mean that there's a robot on board? No body die I have to see the thing as soon as the battle is over." he spoke back over the open channels. Next came the captain speaking "Alright we've got maybe 30 seconds before they're on us, Zini you need to repel boarders. Use any means necessary to keep them from getting anywhere in the ship, they're gonna try to immobilize us, don't let it happen." Desmond nodded and looked around the engine room. "Yes Captain!" Desmond responded grabbing his orb and cramming it in his pocket the music still playing.

Desmond quickly started grabbing any scraps that he could get and fixing together any weapons or defenses that he could. Once most of the scrap was used up he ran out of the room placing them where ever he felt would be good for defense. Once he got to what he considered to be the entrance they would most likely enter through he fitted the floor with special traps including some scrap metal caltrops.

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Character Portrait: Desmond Zini Character Portrait: Veris Character Portrait: Dragoslava Kasun Character Portrait: Vesta Andromeda

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August Model, 13x Series, "Veris"

As Veris walked to the door to the closet, a new transmission came over the ship-wide channel addressing the various organics on board the Nadia. At the end of the transmission was "Unit Veris, can you navigate a ship or are you only able to perform self defense?"

Quickly running a drivers check, Veris replied back with "This unit has neither learned to complete this task, nor have any applicable drivers been installed. Other tasks this unit is capable of that apply to this situation are self defense, basic electronic warfare, and basic zero-g vehicle piloting along a provided path."

Veris stopped after sending the message, reaching out through the network on the Nadia, quickly checking the remote door control protocols. A quick system check later and Veris set activated the drivers for interfacing with the system. With a single step forward, Veris exited the closet it had been stored in, the door moving out of its way.

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Character Portrait: Veris Character Portrait: Vesta Andromeda Character Portrait: Dr. Charles Roth & Subject Forty

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Dr. Roth

"Doc, if you can't fight, hide yourself in the medbay and lock it down."

A pirate attack. His paranoia had not been in vain as it seemed something he wholly expected but was not prepared for occurred. At the very least the mercenary was off doing her job. Her competency was suspect but suspicions would have to wait as more pressing matters concerned him. Specifically the fact that he had been requested to hole up in the med bay while the safety of the subject was left to question. That simply wouldn't do, at least as long as he couldn't ascertain that her interests and his own coincided.

"The invaders cannot be allowed to go into the cargo. I have to insure that the contents come to no harm." He responded over the comm to the pilot.

He was vexed. If there was even so much as a single hull breach in the cargo area he could just kiss the odds of his team's project ever getting so much as onto the board's meeting table, let alone the cloud's feed of topic discussions. Were the integrity of the ship to fail in this location the air would leak out of the region, asphyxiating the subject. If that wasn't bad enough should the artificial gravity fail the subject could very well just float off into space, a miserable fate for anything.


Just shortly after his response over the comm out from a closet a robot suddenly emerged. Ah, this must be the unit the pilot was quarreling with over the comm channel earlier. He looked over the machine, running some approximations of it's capabilities in his head. Perhaps I can make use of this encounter.

Walking over to the autonomous machine, his eyes cold and calculating as he looked the unit down, he quickly approached it. It held a firearm in it's hand, a concern of his given the circumstances. In an instant Charles had pulled up an analysis of the ship he had stored away in memory back when he came aboard. Looking over the information it seemed like small ammunition's wouldn't present a significant risk of creating a hull breach if fired in this particular chamber. However what the pirates might be packing may be more substantial than a handgun. If they got through to this part of the ship a fire fight would be the last thing he needed.

"Unit, if intruders encroach upon the cargo hold gun fire would jeopardize the integrity of both the ship and the contents of these containers. If you're not joining the others in confronting the aggressors upon their boarding then dispatching them by forcing them into a melee will be necessary. Do you have the necessary software to perform hand-to-hand combat?"

His voice was calm and steady despite the impending threat looming ever closer as he addressed the robot.

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Character Portrait: Desmond Zini Character Portrait: Veris Character Portrait: Dragoslava Kasun Character Portrait: Vesta Andromeda Character Portrait: Dr. Charles Roth & Subject Forty

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Kasun whistled a popular tune as the NG-1337's systems started to register green. Once the suit's artificial muscles were activated she was on the move. Weapons were green though she dared not test the flamethrower inside the cargo bay. She was pleased once the visual HUD was fully up and running. A smack to the helmet fixed a malfunctioning sensor and soon information was overlaying her view. The augmented reality system offered her a perfect view of her surroundings enhanced with information her armor's systems were taking in and processing for her.

She turned her attention to the weapons crates she'd brought along, quickly focusing on the larger container. Her HUD was keen to remind her that the crate contained an NG-43 MagRail HMG. Even for someone is powered armor it was a heavy thing that was going to need an external power source. She pried the case open and extracted the weapon, replacement rails and ammo case attaching to her armor. HMG in one hand and cable in the other she made for the airlock.

Before stepping out into the vacuum of space she activated the magnets in her boots, a soft hum telling her they were active. Now she could walk along the ship's hull with minimal concern. An explosion could still throw her loose sure, but there was no sense in thinking about it. As she stepped out the silence always struck her. Her own breathing inside the helmet to louder, the stamping of her feet along the outside of the ship becoming something she felt more than heard. She needed to find an access panel quickly and get to work.

Once she had the NG-43 plugged in she quickly installed the first set of rails and attached the case. The ammunition itself was caseless and propellant-free and even the belt feeding the ammo into the gun would become little more than dust. She took on a bracing position and using a simple commend to link the weapon to her systems. "Beginning counter-offensive." With a minor discharge of electrical energy around the magnetic rails the retired Marine began to bombard the attaching pirate fighters with accelerated ammo designed to tear them to shreds.

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Character Portrait: Desmond Zini Character Portrait: Veris Character Portrait: Dragoslava Kasun Character Portrait: Vesta Andromeda Character Portrait: Dr. Charles Roth & Subject Forty

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The small cabin of the corvette was overfull, two pilots plus the strike team. Each and every one of the strike team operatives was well armed with submachine rifles armed with bean bags, shock rounds, and tranq darts. They were prepared for an offensive, with 8 troops in medium recon armor and two fully power suited marines. One of the marines spoke up. "The pilot of this ship is a small time smuggler but she's got ties to a major player. We need to secure the asset again. We cannot have this tech falling in the wrong hands. We put down any resistance fast. Capture over kills here though, we need the crew's info on this guy so we can finally nail him for his crimes. We breach in three."

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A few of the fighters strayed closer to the Springbok and hailed her, "Pilot, drop weapons and bring the Springbok in to dock with the CS-Karāchi." The Springbok's weapons began to holster as the ship slowly made its way towards the frigate. The closest fighters surrounded the interceptor in key points above, below and to the sides of the ship. They didn't see the pilot grin or notice her hands move to her legs to release some combat stims.

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"Breach!" The men rushed through the opened airlock and the battle cries of the first few were immediately replaced by screams of pain as impossibly sharp caltrops punched into their booted feet. "What kind of barbarians would use these?!" One of the men cried in pain. A marine stepped forward, the caltrops breaking into tiny pieces under the steel of his massive armor. "Barbarians." He lowered an assault cannon, primed for stun and walked calmly forward.

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Vesta

She had come too close to the frigate for comfort as she switched her cybernetic legs to increase blood flow. It would take some maneuvering to get past the blockade that the fighters had erected behind her on her approach. There was a lucky break though, when the merc onboard the Nadia opened fire with a Mag-rail from outside the ship, tearing apart a fighter in the process. She felt a twinge of apprehension, knowing that the merc wasn't firing on pirates like she believed but military forces instead. She didn't expect to be forgiven but she did like that her chances of escaping with the cargo intact were higher when she had a willing crew. She took the chance the merc had provided and twisted her ship around in a tight arc that caused her to undergo nearly 50g's of force and utterly surprising the fighters that had scrambled to evade fire from the mag-rail. In an instant, her turret was out and she had engaged in a dogfight with four fighters of her own. She hoped the crew inside was faring this well.

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Character Portrait: Desmond Zini Character Portrait: Veris Character Portrait: Dragoslava Kasun Character Portrait: Vesta Andromeda Character Portrait: Dr. Charles Roth & Subject Forty

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The pilot sped her way around the space surrounding the Nadia, making sure to never put herself in a position where the fighters guns might miss her and hit her freighter. She used her ability to outmaneuver her foes to her advantage, making it hard for them to hit her and giving them a chance to hit each other when they missed their main target. Her turret stuck to one target at a time, regardless of where she was facing or her relation to the rest of the battle. Once one fighter was down, she'd switch to another. She'd tried to keep their fire off of her but she noticed a couple of fighters had focused their fire on the Merc's location.


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Inside, the power-armored marine had put up his helmet as a stray bullet pinged off his shoulder. "Contact!" He sprayed stun darts into the ductwork but the smoke had thrown his aim off. They listened as the sound of movement in the ductwork headed away. The other soldiers were getting back on their feet as the two marines took to the front of the line. Their eyes were opened for traps and any others that they saw were sprung harmlessly on the marines. They followed slowly behind the loudmouthed brat in the ductwork, unable to keep up with him as he left them with a surprise and an insult every time they'd caught up with him. They hadn't lost any troops, but their tempers and nerves were running high.

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Character Portrait: Desmond Zini Character Portrait: Veris Character Portrait: Dragoslava Kasun Character Portrait: Vesta Andromeda

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The soldiers fired over the desiccated body of their commander, the second marine having taken control in his death, suddenly more frightened for their lives than they had been when they first breached their way into this nightmare of a ship. It only proved to be more of a nightmare when fully half the squad was doused in acid, the others being lucky enough to have time to get out of the way or be spared a majority of the damage by the flailing bodies of their comrades in arms. When the Marine gave the order to regroup, they were more than happy to fall back and let him toss in a nerve-shock grenade. With any luck it would incapacitate any biological systems, rendering even people in power armor unconscious while still leaving them alive and wouldn't damage the ship or any electrical components. Anyone left standing would be free game on the inevitable charge into the room.

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The few fighters that strafed around Dragoslava's position on the ship were having trouble both avoiding her fire and returning fire of their own as she brought the MagRail to bear on their engines. Those that weren't being shot at fired at the mostly stationary target when they could, doing their best to rid themselves of one annoyance while the rest of their fighters played a poor game of catchup with the wildly twisting and turning Interceptor. It looked like the Nadia's pilot wasn't quite as good at disabling other ships as the ex-marine was, but she did seem to be a fair hand at grabbing their attention and simultaneously not getting turned to scrap metal and pulp by their weapons.