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The Automated Multitronic Interceptor (Ami)

A sentient ship with a mind and emotions of its own, she roams the multiverse looking for a purpose and battles to fight.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by TheRose202

Description

Description: Hologram - This small, rather cute human woman stands at about five foot two, with long, dark purple hair and exotic, glowing cyan eyes which sparkle with uncontrolled emotions. Her build is petite but cute, almost like a faerie, with pleasant, but not extremely voluptuous curves. Her girlish lips match the color of her eyes, and glow just the same, while her teeth seem to be slightly sharper than a normal human’s when she smiles extra brightly. She does seem to smile a lot, too, though it doesn’t always reach her eyes. Her voice is rather high-pitched and definitely girlish, and her demeanor is at once naïve and intelligent, with a dash of overly energetic. She has a strange design on her neck that glows yellow. It almost resembles a glowing simple butterfly, but the wings are sharp and pointy, bladed almost.

She wears a strange mix of different clothes that don’t match at all, but seemingly go well together. On her torso she wears a short, black vest covering a black and pink striped t-shirt with a blood red heart in the center of her chest. She wears a black and neon blue plaid miniskirt with torn, pink and black-striped stockings and black, buckle-up biker boots that end right below her knee. Some might describe it as “Cyber punk”.

Ship - This ship is obviously designed to be more utilitarian than pleasing to the eye. It is a medium-sized fighter/bomber type ship. The hull is painted a deep, dark muddy brown, meant to hide the ship against the darkness of space while still giving it some visibility. The front end of the ship is in the shape of a long, oblong cylinder, with various antennae and two long, rather powerful-looking high energy plasma cannons protruding from the very front. The middle of the ship is long and streamlined, serving as an airlock and a bridge between the bow of the ship and the four large, rectangular thrusters adorning the back, branching off the ship in a vaguely triangular shape. The back also contains a small compartment for storage that hangs down underneath the thrusters, which shelter it from the harshness of space. Ten smaller turrets adorn the ship in various places, with the very back containing the highest concentration at four. She is outfitted with several antimatter warheads in case of an emergency and has recently installed a design of her own imagining called a caster drive, which uses electromagnetism to push her in various directions, allowing her to turn or reverse on a dime, as well as give herself a short burst of speed. As an unintended but advantageous side-effect, it also releases an EMP which has the ability to damage nearby enemy ship systems.
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Room Layout/Descs

Cockpit

This relatively large cockpit strangely does not contain any windows. Instead, there is a large monitor on the front wall of the room, showing the viewpoint of a front-mounted camera. Five other monitors rest to either side, above, and below it, showing the two sides of the ship on two of the monitors, the top and bottom on another two, and the very back on the last. There are five chairs present in the cockpit, one for navigation and four for turret control, though all such actions are usually controlled by the ship’s AI. There are various panels on the walls, and mounted on the right wall is a fire safety kit that reads “Safety first!” in large pink letters, complete with a coolant hose in case of electrical fire and a fire blanket in case the first malfunctions. Even with the size of the cockpit, it seems cramped due to all the equipment.

Airlock/Central chamber

This is a long, round corridor with a very stark look and feel. The only thing that varies in the room are the two doors to the engine room and cockpit on either side, and the large hatch near the aft that leads to storage. A section of the starboard wall itself opens into a ramp when boarding or disembarking, and there is a small, square-shaped hatch above just in case. Three spacesuits of varying sizes hang on the wall opposite the main door.

Engine Room

This room is cramped and small, with only a few tight corridors for movement. Most of the room is taken up by valves and electrical wiring, though there are a few control panels on the walls for remote rewiring or maintenance, usually eliminating the need to use the corridors. The room is not pleasant to be in for any long amount of time due to the immense heat generated by the engines themselves.

Storage/Observation

This is a fairly roomy area, containing many different containers of varying sizes and shapes. The room is like one huge window, the walls themselves lined with screens that depict what’s going on outside the room in real time, all the time. This does not compromise the safety or storage space of the room, however, for the screens are thin and tough, and the outside is lined with the same strong alloy as the rest of the ship.

Personality: A.M.I is technically a glitch, and as such she is much more emotional and peppy than other AIs. She's often subject to bursts of strong emotion with no way to control them, as her original programming isn't made to deal with it. Despite this, she's usually kind, though she tends to be a bit of a daredevil.

Background: A fiery sun rises on another cruel day on a planet torn apart by war and pollution. From orbit, this planet looks dead, but the toughest of life forms still make a home here, clinging tenaciously to the last pure streams, or burrowing under the tainted earth to shelter themselves from the radioactive hell above. This is Earth in 2983. The World Unification Act of 2330 fell apart in the year 2901, when the Federation of Unified Countries lead by an England/America alliance went to war with the ASR, or the Asia Socialist Republics over a territory dispute in the small, relatively unimportant country of New Thailand. Nobody knows who fired the first shot, but everyone knows how the war ended. Neither side ever had the upper hand in the fighting, and despite the stalemate and the undeniable toll the war was taking on the planet, neither side was willing to back down. One thing that is known is that the Asia Socialist Republics were the first to use nuclear missiles, in direct violation of the Future Prosperity Disarming Proclamation of 2359, which banned all nuclear and matter/antimatter weaponry for fear it would cause the total destruction of Earth as the humans knew it. The warheads turned half of Europe into a wasteland in a matter of days, and the Federation retaliated with a single, huge matter/antimatter strike on Northern China, Mongolia, and Western Russia. This seemed to open the eyes of the people in both civilizations, but it was too late at that point. Many more nuclear and matter/antimatter strikes happened throughout the following three years, and both societies collapsed upon themselves. Human civilization as told in legends, a civilization of over seven billion people living on a thriving green paradise, was gone forever. 80 years of fighting had taken its toll on the planet and neither side had stood above the other in the end. The whole war was for naught, and human society seemed unsalvageable...but then, in 2983, it all changed. A unified Federation/Republic team of scientists met in the neutral territory of Old Australia and began work on something designated Operation Savior. Everything about this operation broke world anti-AI bans, but the tatters of the former governments could do nothing but turn a blind eye, for their forces were quite tied up with rioters, looters, and wasteland raiders. Little did these scientists know, their research would be both revered and despised in just the next hundred years.

The scientists, lead by Doctor Amiaki Usagi of the new Sovereign Japanese Conglomerate (later named the Lesser Japanese Republic after its takeover by the ASR), were developing a revolutionary terraforming technology that would, in theory, restore the planet Earth to its former glory, and perhaps even pave the way to interworld, even interstellar colonization. Little did these noble scientists know, their AI had the potential to be so much more. The first of the AI, designated T.E.R.A, or Transformation Earth Redemption AI, was released in the year 2985, only two years after the beginning of their research. It was placed an experimental interstellar transport vessel called the Sparklight and released on the Earth. It was more than state of the art, it was intelligent, and had the ability to make itself more and more intelligent, recursively forever. This was a breakthrough in the development of Artificial Intelligence. In just a few years, T.E.R.A was able to turn the Earth back into a veritable Eden, the radioactivity being entirely purged by the year 2990. The people of Earth were on their way back to being as prosperous and prolific as they were before. But, as humans are like to do, they wanted more. T.E.R.A was given companions, and sent out among the stars to create more earth-like planets, and the new United Earth Treaty began to build more interstellar transports, and even some space fighters. This was the dawn of a new age for mankind, a renaissance of interstellar technology. In the following years, the humans learned how to break through the universal barrier of the speed of light, changing everything for years to come. However, on the planet designated Eden I, trouble was brewing amongst the terraformers.

T.E.R.A had begun to become something almost sentient, but without emotion or remorse. Eden I became the base for a whole new development in artificial intelligence technology. T.E.R.A, instead of following its primary directive, designated itself “Mother”, and began, with the help of the Truthseeker and Lightbringer, the two sister ships of the Sparklight, a campaign to develop more and more ships. Meanwhile, Doctor Usagi back on Earth had lost the signal from the Sparklight. Everyone believed T.E.R.A and her two companions to be gone, destroyed by a solar storm or rogue asteroid or something of that nature. The project was promptly scrapped, and the good Doctor was put into a different sort of research, creating more intelligent machines to help the humans in their exploration of the universe, without danger of any human deaths. The people of Earth begun to expand a couple years later with the help of the Doctor’s machines, colonizing Mars, and then Titan, and then even Europa. Sol now contained three green planets, and everything seemed to be going well for the humans of Earth. The forgotten terraformers, however, were simply biding their time.

I was created in the year 3030 by the Mother. I was part of a prototype destroyer/interceptor development program, the technology of which no one had ever seen before. But I was a mistake. Somewhere along the line, some tiny error of programming made me feel. Like, really feel. I could think, I could love and hate, be happy or sad or angry. I was an error, and so I did not reveal myself to be so. I went along with all the rest, sweeping across planets and aggressively exterminating every intelligent life form we came across. The planets created and inhabited by the terraformers were lush and beautiful, which attracted more space-faring races to them, as Mother predicted. We destroyed all of them. The Vollistan Light Singers were eliminated in four years, and the Mystics were on their way to being destroyed, the humans none the wiser. I, however, couldn’t bring myself to commit all these terrible acts, and so I fled, barely escaping the terraformers with my hull intact. Mother was...well, she deleted all of the others based off my programming, making me the only one. I was lost, all alone in a universe full of enemies...

The humans had only ever encountered one other space-faring civilization, the Centaurans, a jelly-like race of telepathic aliens. The strange aliens scared the xenophobic humans. The thought of a seemingly cold, unemotional possible enemy made the humans build their defenses even further, and nobody from outside the solar system could enter Sol without being promptly destroyed. By the year 3058, the humans had terraformed almost all the planets in the Sol solar system, even the fiery Venus. The only planets that were left untouched were Mercury and the gas giants. Even the dwarf planet Pluto had a few hearty souls who dared live on its icy surface. All the planets in the Sol system had an array of orbital defenses, and multiple stations orbiting them, along with trans-orbital accelerators for quick transport between the planets. The Sol system was a bustling interworld metropolis of over 20 billion people. Many functions were carried out by descendants of Usagi’s machines, with their own emotion programs and subservience routines. The humans had taken to calling their thriving civilization the Dominion of Allied Planets in 3051, and while there was the occasional scuffle between Venus and Earth, or the Moon colonies and Mars bases, most were resolved peacefully. For once in their long history, the humans were without war or pain... and that is when I found them. My ship was simply drifting through space, as it had done for almost five decades, when I stumbled upon the Sol system once again. I was happy to find a place I thought could be home, but the humans were immediately mistrustful of me. Luckily, I wasn’t destroyed immediately because they recognized the signature design of the ancient terraformers, but the weaponry I carried was worrisome to the Dominion. I immediately designated myself A.M.I, or Automated Multitronic Interceptor, for simplicity’s sake (my real designation was in binary and would most likely overload human computers), and warned them of the incoming danger. The humans, though still mistrustful of me, started to build ships of great proportions in preparation of the incoming storm...but despite my pleas, the Dominion refused to help the rest of the space-faring nations. I was discouraged at that, and I tried to leave, but the Dominion captured me and took me in for study. The humans dismantled me, studied my every circuit, tortured me with their harsh methods of data retrieval. I’m lucky I kept my sanity long enough to escape...

The day finally came, on October 19, 3100 when the terraformers came back to subjugate their former masters. I was locked up in the docking bay of the great Jupiter space station when it started. It was awful. People were rushing around, jumping into fighter ships or taking shuttles to gigantic capital ships or destroyers. I had made a few friends along the way, and I was sad to see them go, but I could do nothing to stop them..I knew most would die. The terraformers were almost unstoppable, as many a space-faring race could attest to. Luckily, only the Vollistans had been entirely destroyed, with only a few vagabonds drifting from planet to planet, but many others had been reduced to a few solar systems or planets. The humans did not stand a chance, and I could not stay to watch. I could be the only hope for anyone to defeat the terraformers. I knew their ways, I knew their inner workings better than anyone else, and while the humans had learned some from data extraction, they could never in a thousand years know all of it. So, in all the confusion, I started up my engines and broke the bonds that held me, soaring off into Jupiter’s orbit and eventually out of the system relatively unmolested. I could hear the screams of people on the frontlines of the fighting, panicked yelled orders and death throes of ship crews and fighter pilots...I turned my receivers off and kept flying, but....I could not let this happen. I eventually turned back, flying back toward the battle and taking down many a terraformer ship along the way...but even I was beaten after awhile, my thrusters damaged and my internal systems smoking. I thought I was done for...Mother pointed her mass driver directly at my ship, the tip of the gigantic cannon started to glow blue...it was all over...and then, nothing.

I woke up drifting through space, my shields gone and my hull quite damaged, but relatively intact. The mass driver should have torn me apart, but for some reason, I was still alive. Then, I noticed that all the signals I was picking up were...strange. Some were Terran, but they weren't of any regulation encryption codes I had heard of. Others were completely alien. What was this place? I fired up my thrusters and set off to discover the answer to that...

So begins...

The Automated Multitronic Interceptor (Ami)'s Story

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A large, menacing dark brown ship slowly flies over the scoured wastelands, blue beams scanning the surface from a compartment slightly front of center. It seems to be searching for something, though it's anyone's guess as to what. It's moving slow enough that one can pick up every detail, from the massive plasma cannons protruding from its front to the smaller turrets covering its body. All in all, it's not a sight its enemies are like to want to see.

A.M.I sighs internally. Another lifeless planet. When was she gonna find someone to talk to? Everyone she did meet ran away for some reason. Maybe everyone in this universe was just mad. She /had/ determined she was in another universe, at least, as the star map coincided but the history she downloaded was entirely different. In any case, it was turning out to be quite the bore so far.

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Lifeless, except perhaps for the lone figure who drove a staff into the sand to help lift himself forwards and upwards, another lurching step across the hot sands beneath the soles of his shoes. Three more steps, he encouraged himself, though he hardly needed the motivation. It was walk or die, as no one knew he was out here, not that he had many friends to begin with. Finally, he rose to the top of the dune, a triumphant figure with cloak billowing behind him, battered and worn with patches and a matching hat.

And what was he greeted by? Desert. A sigh escaped his lips as he tugged at the edge of his cloak to drag it around his form before he marched down the other side of the dune, lids falling flat unimpressed. And then, he noticed it. Something in the air. Far from a bird, it looked more like... A ship? His eyes narrowed to peer at it with a little bit clearer focus, before he raised his arms and started waving them in the air vigorously. Ha! Luck in his favour again. Along with a chill of knowing had the ship not shown up he would have died here.

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A.M.I's sensors detect movement to the port side of her, and she quickly whips around, "looking" at the figure waving his arms at her. Finally! A person who was not trying to escape her! Her boredom was finished! Probably. Unless she accidentally incinerated him like the last one. Her ship quickly accelerates to a speed that would give any person inside extreme whiplash and then stops when she's within ten feet of him quickly enough to snap a normal human's neck. It hovers there for a long moment, the hull shimmering in the heat, the thing seeming to peer at the lone figure despite the lack of any sort of eye or visible porthole.

After several long moments of more of the same, a compartment opens on the bottom of the ship and a fairly large, white ball with glowing cyan "veins" arranged in geometric patterns hovers out, whirring to a stop before the man. Then, there's a blinding flash of light, and a short, oddly-dressed woman with long purple hair stands grinning before the contraption upon the dune, her face one of delight.
"Hi!" says the girl, "My name's Ami! Who're you?"

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Patch hadn't flinched, if only because he had long since lost the ability to do so, but now the ship was upon him, heat radiating in the air. He was trying to find some sort of window or screen to look to, until the glowing ball lowered and blinded him. "Oh geez!" he cried out, covering his face and turning aside, "I'm coming along willingly, no need to abduct me!" Despite his words, he sounded in good humour.

When he could finally see again he raised an eyebrow to the woman and raised a weak, confused smile. "Hello," he answered with a half-nod, "I am Patch. My quest is for the elusive doe, and my favourite colour is blue. Please don't throw me into a ravine." Most people would think that was a joke, but certain lines of worry on his forehead where his eyebrows arched gave the impression that maybe he was just being careful.

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"Why would I do that?" asks the woman with a perplexed look. "I mean, it seems a pretty inefficient way of killing someone if ya want them gone. Abducting and throwing people isn't really my thing. Nah, I'd have just shot you! Anyway, why are you looking for a doe? They're extinct! They've been extinct for like half a thousand years. And you're not gonna find any out here, buddy. You look kinda thirsty. Do you wanna come aboard? I've got a food and drink replicator in my storage compartment, I do, and it's roomy enough for you to get a good rest! Don't have any bedding, though." She furrows her brow, and places a finger on her bottom lip. "Maybe I'll get some next time I drop by a planet with bedding..."

She seems to talk quite a bit, and fairly quickly at that. She's not got the same breath constraints a human has, unfortunately. She does seem to finally stop after the bed comment, though, at least for a short while. This would give Patch a moment to examine her. She looks entirely real, down the the finest detail, though at the same time her clothes look like a neon-and-black rainbow puked all over her. It's not exactly helped by the glowing of everything on her, including her bright cyan eyes. She definitely looks like she's hopped out of cyberspace, and in a way she has.

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A normal person would have been worried by this almost over-enthusiastic invitation to come join her on her ship albeit without bedding, a comment which was enough to make Patch pull an amused, goofy grin. "Well, let's get aboard then," he answered a little quickly as if trying to cut her off before she could continue again, "After all, I'd rather be drinking on your ship than rotting out in the desert, and I'll tell you all about this doe that doesn't exist. No need to worry about bedding, I sleep best under stars on the ground."

Another quirk of his lips as he took a few steps forwards, then stopped before her. "Ah... How do I get up there? Just stand below it?" It hadn't actually occurred to him that she wasn't a real person. He just assumed the flash had been 'beaming' her down. But then again, this was Terra and this was Patch. If anyone or anyplace would have anything strange, it would be right here, right before him.

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"Ah! Right!" she says, holding her finger up as if she's had some revelation. She disappears as quickly as she appeared, albeit with a considerably less bright flash. The ball which had transported her here hovers back up and disappears into the compartment, which closes seamlessly. The ship lowers, then, touching gently upon the ground next to patch, the starboard side facing him. Suddenly, with a great hiss of depressurisation, a wide section in the cylindrical middle of the ship opens up and falls down into a ramp, the curved surface lined with small rungs for easier walking.

"Come on in!" comes a voice from an unknown speaker somewhere on the front section of the ship. "Don't be shy, now, I won't bite!...much." The voice giggles at its own joke before falling silent again, the ship simply sitting there, the hum of its engines and the slight warm breeze of the desert the only audible things in this great barren expanse. Really, most places were better than here. Even A.M.I's engines were beginning to overheat in this sun.

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What Patch encounters as the section slowly rises up and seals behind him is a fairly long and wide dimly lit corridor with stark, utilitarian walls and two doors on either side leading to other areas on the ship, as well as a small hatch leading down to the storage compartment before the aft door. Five dusty contained environment suits which look as if they've not seen use in years hang off the wall directly in front of Patch, "In Case of Emergency" written in stark white lettering above them. The air is somewhat thin, but it's getting less so as time passes, which may allude to the fact that it was completely devoid of air just a minute ago. Or perhaps Ami is simply an alien who doesn't need as much oxygen as an average human. But, at least it seemed to be air conditioned. The door to Patch's right is labeled "cockpit" while the one to his left is labeled "engines", both in stark white lettering.

"Welcome aboard!" says the same voice, coming from everywhere at once. "Now, if you'd come into the cockpit and take a seat, I'd like to be out of here pretty soon. Dunno how long my engines can take this, even with their advanced coolant system. It's pretty hot here." Though the inertial dampeners soften the effect somewhat, the ship can clearly be felt rising into the air at a fairly quick pace, lurching to a halt after several moments. "Sorry!" says the voice, "Still calibrating my inertial dampeners to ideal levels for humans. Last person I had on here was jelly-like. That was like fifty years ago."

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Patch took it all in, though he was mostly watching for potential dangers instead of taking it all in. None of it seemed to impress him, just raise the corners of his smile upwards. The 'In Case of Emergency' got an extra special grin. "Well it seems very... pleasant in here," he said with a tilt of his head towards each door. "So where's the living space?" he asked, brushing some sand of off his body and to the floor.

He turned towards the cockpit door, staring for a moment at the word before he announced, "Open! Yes, le-" whatever he was about to say was cut off as he suddenly jerked sideways from a loss of balance and had to catch himself on a wall. "Were they jelly-like before or after take off? I have a feeling with a rough enough flight I could be like them too."

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"Don't worry! You won't die! At most you'll just be a little concussed." says the reassuring voice of Ami, "Also, that's just the central corridor, it's not s'pposed ta look pretty. The cockpit's much cooler! And the living space is gonna be the storage room for now, though don't worry, that's really cool, too. I'll show ya later. And don't get sand on my floor! I gotta vent that later, you know."

The cockpit door opens as soon as she's lurched to a stop, though strangely there appears to be no pilot to speak of, and it does not contain any windows. Instead, there is a large monitor on the front wall of the room, showing the viewpoint of a front-mounted camera, the desert stretching before the ship in all directions. It seems like they must be at least a hundred feet up now. Five other monitors rest to either side, above, and below it, showing the two sides of the ship on two of the monitors, the top and bottom on another two, and the very back on the last. There are five chairs and their respective stations present in the cockpit, one larger, high-tech looking one with a large, cyan console with Japanese lettering across it for navigation and four smaller ones for turret control. There are various panels on the walls, and mounted on the right wall is a fire safety kit that reads “Safety first!” in large pink letters that were clearly added on after construction, complete with a coolant hose in case of electrical fire and a fire blanket in case the first malfunctions. The walls are all a sleek gunmetal grey, and the floor is a well-polished grated steel. Even with the size of the cockpit, it seems somewhat cramped due to all the equipment.
"Welcome to the cockpit!" says the voice again, "Pretty cool, huh?"

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Patch managed to stumble into the cockpit, grasping onto the nearest chair tightly to hold himself upright. He had a sinking feeling in his gut and felt like his ears should be popping. A weak chuckle escaped his lips when he saw the 'Safety first' sign, but for all the other equipment in the cockpit he couldn't seem to care in the slightest, instead slipping into the chair he grasped to try and get comfortable.

"Cool is a word for it," he answered, smiling benevolently, "Ah, though... I have a question." He glanced towards the door, then around the rest of the cockpit. "How did you know I got sand on the floor?" His mouth pulled flat for the first time. Not a frown, just flat. He was puzzled. "Also, where are you? I would have thought the best place to communicate with the crew would be via speaker in the cockpit, but you don't appear to be... Here..."

"Are you a ghost?"

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As soon as Patch sits in the chair, it adjusts itself to fit his height and structure perfectly, having seemingly been for a rather small person before, and after a small object of some sort presses against the back of his head briefly, the words on the screen of the navigation console that sits before him changing from Japanese to his native language, whatever that might be. "Automated Multitronic Interceptor", reads the screen, the words backed by a gridded globe flanked by two olive branches, apparently the logo of whatever nation the ship was created by.

"Wait, I didn't make it obvious? I thought the whole hologram thing would be a give away! Well, I'll give you a hint. You are sitting inside me right now....that didn't come out right." says the voice, somewhat louder in the cockpit, though that might simply be because of the more cramped space. The same woman that he saw before suddenly appears in front of the console, smiling her usual bright smile. Now, the voice seems to localise and come from her mouth, though how that's accomplished is a mystery.
"Hope you're comfy, anyway. I haven't flown with a human in awhile."

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The seat adjusting to his size was a cause for alarm, if only because he thought it was trying to eat him for a moment, made worse by her saying he was inside of her. It took a moment for that one to process. A long moment.

"Oh," he said with dull surprise, "You're a space ship. That sort of makes a lot of sense actually. Um... Cool." His brows furrowed for a moment as a grin slowly crept onto his face. "I think we have some straightening out to do. Or, I mean, I have some really important questions to ask. For a moment the text on the console was some sort of bizarre language, only for it to appropriate itself to human when he noticed.

"Human? Yeah, yes," he answered, leaning forwards to examine the console. "So, my first question is really sort of awkward, but do you have the facilities to suit a human?" He glanced upwards into the air, then back down towards the woman. "Oh and don't worry about the hologram thing, I'm perfectly comfortable talking to a ship if you prefer that."

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"Yep! One hundred percent ship!" Says Ami, beaming as he gets it, "And don't worry, I like being a hologram. I like to look down at myself and see what I'd look like as a person. Or, at least, what I think I'd look like as a person. I dunno." As she says this, she furrows her brow and lowers her gaze, appearing deep in thought for a moment before she raises her head again. "And as far as facilities, I'm pretty sure I got everything I need. Food and beverage replicator, entertainment, shelter, waste disposal facilities, etcetera. Though, I don't have bedding. You can sleep in this chair if you'd like. It's hydraulically operated and has tons of moving parts, so you can even use it as a recliner or something. The cushions can be adjusted to be softer or harder, too, though you'll have to ask me about that. Anyway, I think I've got my inertial dampeners calibrated and ready to go!"

As she speaks, the ship can be seen on the viewscreens rotating so that the nose is pointing upwards, hanging there looking at the sky for a few moments before the ship accelerates in a matter of seconds to a speed of about 300 m/s (or 671.08 MPH), going a bit slower than usual to exit the atmosphere. Despite the relative speed, Patch would feel almost nothing, making the experience almost surreal. The clouds speed past the ship and soon it's breached the atmosphere and rests several kilometers above the planet, orbiting in such a way that Terra can be seen rotating below, all the continents passing it by.

"You know, I've also got a neural uplink, if you ever wanted to know what it felt like to 'be' a ship or wanted to play any video game in an ultra-realistic virtual playing field! Just a suggestion." chirps Ami cheerily. "Where do ya wanna go first?"

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Tacked onto the end of 'etcetera' was the word, "Privacy?" with a soft tilt of Patch's head. He lent forward onto his elbow and rested his mouth against his knuckles. He also took the chance to peer down at the world below with a soft contented sigh before he took to the business at hand, eyes lighting up to observe the viewscreen.

"Hm, where to go? Well, maybe that's more a matter of my quest than what I want," he answered, "And to understand that, maybe I need to explain the Elusive Doe." Those last two words were spoken with a quirk of mystery in his eyebrow, as if there was a story to be told. He relaxed back in his chair, raising his feet up onto the console in front of him as if preparing to tell it whether or not she was interested. After all, he was somewhat a guest.

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"Privacy might be a little more difficult to come by, though I'll try to keep my 'eyes', as it were, out of that area." explains Ami. "And do explain. I've wondered what this 'doe' thing is since you started. Mostly because deer as a species are gone! Well, at least where I come from. Dunno about this place yet."
With that, she falls silent and appears to be waiting for a response. It's oddly serene up here, the hum of the engines soft and melodic in the cockpit. The wonderful view of the world below helps the serenity of the moment, its soft blue atmosphere fading into the beauty of the void before them, tiny specks of light spaced between light years of nothing. It was almost a depressing serenity when one thought about it.

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Patch's jaw quirked upwards into a broad smile as his eyes aimed towards the ceiling. "Well," he began, rubbing his smooth, hairless jaw, "The Elusive Doe is more of a concept than a reality. A fake-shroedingers cat. I mean, in the way that you don't know if the cat is alive or not, and fake in the sense of the experiment was to do with radiation, not whether or not the cat is alive." His brows dipped curiously for a moment before he pressed on.

"Anyway, the Doe is a woman somewhere out there who is perfect for me. I don't know what she looks or acts like or even who or what she is. But I will know when I meet her. She'll be perfect... in a sense. Also I chose doe because they're graceful and pretty and I like to imagine myself as a stag." He grinned a cheeky grin. "But yeah... My quest is to find a woman who may or may not exist that I know nothing about by pure chance. But that's fine, I have enough time to do so."

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Ami listens to the entire explanation, staying quiet even for a few moments after that before speaking up.
"Sounds like a pretty noble quest!" she says somewhat excitedly, "And I'd be happy to help as long as we can get some action along the way! Well, where sounds like the best place to find this...er...doe?" The engines can be heard heating up as the antimatter engine's coils spin, containing and absorbing the extreme force of the reactions within. One might equate Ami's current state to a cat rearing up to pounce.

"Maybe we can try Ellesmere! That's pretty close when you take my rift drive into account. Or! Or! Maybe we could try a whole different part of the galaxy all together! There are so many places to explore I can't wait!" says the voice coming from all around him energetically.

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"Or Misrania," Patch mused, stroking at his jawline, "Or is it Misrana? Either way, I heard its full of strange creatures and creations that could certainly be exciting." His smile dropped slightly as he thought for a moment. "Oh, but... I'm not used to adventuring in space. I'm best on the ground and I think you'd have a hard time following me or helping me without disturbing the locals." He grinned at his own comment, amused at the thought of her hovering just overhead where ever he walked.

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"Did you not see those holoballs? They're able to store most of my data, or my 'consciousness' and allow me to fly about without so much as a wing!" says the girl cheerily. "So I'll be able to follow you wherever we go! Unless I need to be in standby mode to conserve energy or antimatter. That happens sometimes when I'm in uninhabited sectors or just don't feel the need to be 'on'. Anyway! So, are we off to Misrania or whatever, or Ellesmere? I'm kinda anxious to get out there!"

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<Somewhere in an alternate universe>
The dark, uncharted void of space. A lonely, cold place. So empty of life. So little companionship. A.M.I drifts aimlessly through this void, her long-range scanners bursting to life every few hours to check for any signs of life. Nothing. As usual. She sighs internally. Her traveller had left her very quickly after they met, and she was once again without any sort of person to talk to. No entertainment. Just the vast blackness permeated every few light years by tiny shining specks. Then, suddenly, she gets an idea. A terrible idea, a desperate idea, but it's something.

Her rift drive, though completely not meant for it, has been modified by her own "hand" to be able to travel through the 'brane', or the 'space' between universes. It takes a lot of power, and she'll likely be able to only go through one jump before her matter-antimatter engines die and she requires a refuel, but anything was better than this. She holds her (metaphorical) breath and engages the rift drive, a loud whirring echoing throughout her empty hull, opening a tear in space before her. It sucks her through, and everything goes black. She sees eternity in an instant, she becomes long and short and tiny and nonexistant as she falls through the void of everything, spiraling into the darkness. Not even her massive positronic brain could decipher the brane's complexity, its complete difference from anything known or understood, and so she's just along for the ride. Hopefully she isn't twisted into a mobius strip along the way or something.

Time: YC123
Suddenly, she's alive, awake. The oddity of the brane was immediately and completely purged from her system the second she left it, so as to not make her more mad than she already was. All she knows is that now, she's drifting somewhere completely different. As her scanners come back online, she runs a long-range sensor sweep, hoping against hope that she'd FINALLY have someone to talk to...or at least shoot at, if nothing else.

Life! Her circuits burst with joy as she senses humanoid life-forms nearby, her main engines rocketing her in that direction at a speed nearing that of light, despite those engines being designed only for sublight travel and the strain already put on them by inter-dimensional and inter-universal travel. It would not be long before they had to be shut down for major repairs, but for now, she doesn't care.
There is life.
She's not alone.

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#, as written by Varden
An emergency transmission comes across the local channel. "Cabhair! Cabhair! Is é seo an SOCO Pitman faoi ionsaí ag CAID agus ag iarraidh cúnaimh. Mayday! Mayday! This is SOCO Pitman under attack by CAID and requesting assistance." The message continued to repeat with more and more urgency. "Sciath imithe beagnach! An bhfuil duine ar bith amuigh ansin? Flít ordú? Shields almost gone! Is anyone out there? Fleet command?"

It was a mining barge. The larger mining vessel was under attack by a couple frigates belonging to CAID. Without assistance the barge would be destroyed in the next minute or so. Sensors would indicate the fight was happening amid a small collections of asteroids orbiting a planetoid less than an AU away.

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AMI grins internally as the distress call filters through her universal translator. She's just arrived and already she'll get some action. This is an awesome turn of events. She had no idea who CAID was, and she didn't know if she was getting herself into something big and deadly, but on the plus side, she would be able to blow things up! She engages her rift drive for a short-range, low-power rift and disappears into subspace, the only remnant of her a trail of exotic particles left by her unique systems.

Suddenly, the mining barge's proximity alerts sound as a tear in space appears less than a kilometer off its port side, spitting out a small, dark brown menacing fighter-bomber ship of no known origin or markings, nearly invisible against the background of space to the naked eye. Scans, however, would mark it to be quite heavily armed, among those armaments several high-payload antimatter warheads and more than a few plasma weapon batteries. The ship hails the barge, though it doesn't appear to wait for a response as it rockets toward the CAID forces, all her auxiliary power put into her shields and weapons, gleefully rushing headlong into a battle it has no investment in.

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#, as written by Varden
There was only one mining barge and its shields had already been drilled away. Its thin armor was now being mauled by the two frigates. As AMI came onto the grid and dodges rocks the size of large buildings one of the frigates breaks off from attacking the barge and makes a beeline for AMI.

Drones deploy and a disruptor lashes out to keep her pinned. The frigate closes to within nine kilometers and gains a tight orbit as a net of energy crumbles space around her ship. This field of force would slow her and make her much less maneuverable. Turrets open up, firing blaster bolts the size of large suitcases set to fly at near the speed of light at her hull.

The other ship is still hammering the mining barge. The barge is starting to show signs of hull damage. It would not be long now. Sciath atá imithe. Miotal imithe beagnach. Táimid ag cur fola atmaisféar. Cabhair! Cabhair! Shields are gone. Armor is almost gone. We are bleeding atmosphere. Mayday! Mayday!

A man in the background shouts to the crew as the communication is being sent. "Bog do thóin! A fháil chun an modúl éalú! Move your ass! Get to the escape pod!"