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Six

"I can fix that."

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a character in “Voyage of the Damned”, as played by TristisNox

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Name
Six

Age
20 (I think)

Gender
Female

Description
Hair- Auburn but more on the side of red, goes to my mid-back, and is wavy
Eyes- Dark brown almost black
Body- Lithe and mostly muscle
Face- Freckles powdering lightly my cheeks and across my nose
Piercings- Six on each ear (Right has an industrial), Spider bites

Abilities
Tech wiz, if it can be taken apart she can (and will) deconstruct it before rebuilding it. Usually better than before. She's also an expert pickpocket and at the moment she's not sure why. Master at hiding and eluding being captured.


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Likes
+ Books
+ Shiny objects
+ Building things
+ People

Dislikes
- Sterile scents (Disinfectant)
- School
- Being alone
- The word Apical
- Not knowing who she is

Fears
- Being arrested
- Never knowing who I was
- Not seeing the bottom of something (water, a hole)
- Losing my necklace


♠ Personality ♠
Six is sometimes too smart for her own good and often gets in trouble. She'll take something apart even if it doesn't belong to her, often irritating the owner of the object. She also doesn't have a filter and will make comments even if you don't want them. The things she says are rarely intended to be cruel, but sometimes they are harsh. She tried to be helpful, but usually ends up screwing something up. Whether it be by saying something she shouldn't or being clumsy. Being quiet means nothing to Six unless she is in the zone when tinkering with something or reading.
To anyone who meets her, Six is a happy go lucky young woman who wants to make the world happier. She tried to get everyone to smile and will rarely been seen with a frown. However, although she doesn't quite know why yet, Six is a sad person with great anxiety. When she's alone she is prone anxiety attacks where it feels like the world is crushing her, like she is being chased by something or one. She believes it has something to do with her missing memories, but at the moment she can't prove it.




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So begins...

Six's Story

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The first thing Four became aware of was cramp, his back felt like it hadn't been stretched in years, the second was that he was staring through a transparent panel. He tried to order his thoughts, to remember how he ended up in a pod of some kind but his brain was sluggish, slow to respond. He didn't like that not one bit and focussed on clearing his mind of the fog that seemed to be residing there. After a few moments he felt more alert and awake but things had not become any clearer to him and he a felt the first hint of anxiety. The transparent panel took that moment to move and he realised it had opened, he sucked in a large lungful of air and stepped out of the pod only staggering slightly. He took a moment to orient himself and be sure he wasn't going to fall over and then looked around the room. His anxiety grew as he realised that it wasn't familiar to him, any more than the pod was and there was more, the more he tried to remember the more he realised that he couldn't remember anything. Not even his own name.

Focus! He told himself fiercely and spent a few minutes stretching and checking himself over for any sign of physical injury. He found none and other than his memory issues seemed to be in good health. His next immediate thought was that he needed to find a weapon, he had no idea why that was his first instinct or if he even knew how to use one but that's what his instincts were telling him. He seemed to be in a hangar bay of some kind for he could see some form of fighter craft resting in the centre of the room, for a brief moment he considered getting in it and flying away but he dismissed the notion as foolish. He had no idea how to pilot one (at least he didn't know if he could) and knew nothing about where they were. Flying out into unknown space would just be plain suicide.

There was nothing in here for him to use as a weapon and his feet took him towards the exit, hardly knowing what he was doing or how he knew it, he unlocked the door and exited the hangar bay. The corridor he ended up in was dark except for various lights flashing at intervals. He saw no one else and wondered where everyone could be, it was after all logical to assume he wasn't alone on board. He chuckled to himself, That would certainly turn things from bad to worse wouldn't it
His instincts were telling him to go left and he followed them staying close to the wall until he reached what he assumed was his destination. He paused when he reached the weapon lockers, not questioning how he knew what they were, and breathed deeply feeling more out of breath than he expected.

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Three continued to look over the instruments of the bridge as he took listened to One’s words. Apparently, he was a multitasker before he lost his memory, because he was able to easily absorb the information coming at him from the multiple sources and disseminate it. “Transient global is short term, so I doubt that’s the case. I don’t think PTSD would have affected us both in the exact same manner. It’s highly unlikely. Keep coming up with theories, though. I like where your head is at – this memory issue definitely needs to be solved. However, we have more pressing matters at hand.”

Three stepped away from one bank of consoles and stepped across the room to a newly activated bank. The man’s footfalls echoed against the floor as he stepped. ”Communications may be the least of our worries. If I’m reading these damage reports correct – and I half hope I’m not – we’ve got power down across all systems and life support is failing. That’s our priority. We can’t do anything if we run out of oxygen or freeze to death,” said the man as he exhaled a visible breath.

Just then he heard the com system kick to life on the bridge. An unfamiliar feminine voice reiterated exactly what he’d just concluded, himself. He glanced over to One and gave a slightly morbid, half-hearted grin. ”There’s your com system.” Three took another two large steps over to where the com panel was and cued it up almost immediately after the female voice stopped speaking. ”Hey, whoever you are, if you can repair it, have at the engines. I’m sure if we get them running, it’ll help our life support issue.”

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The display near six changes to read "Anything for you. Good... It appears my clock is off, standby... Good morning. Ship is on emergency tertiary power. Please switch to secondary backup power to run system diagnostic. WARNING Due to failing life support crew will be rendered unconscious within one hour. Power failure in all other systems within half an hour."

The displays on the bridge change to a flashing red screen then read, " WARNING Due to failing life support crew will be rendered unconscious within one hour. Power failure in all other systems within half an hour."

Four finds: 1 MAC Revolver loaded with 6 spare rounds, 4 HAR 2s each loaded with two spare mags, 1 Grenade Launcher with 2 of ever ammo type, and 8 SIPs fully charged in their chargers.

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Walking over to the com system again, Six replied, "I'll try my best..." I don't actually know anything about engines or at least not that I can remember. She returned to the engine and squatted again, staring at it. "Oh shit!" Six fell back on her butt as the display next to her greeted her. "I mean crap, my apologies. I ah, didn't know you were sentient. Ah good morning. Okay, secondary backup power is..." She fiddled around until she found the right buttoms to press. "Okay, running diagnostic of the ship. Hope everything is okay excluding the fact that in less than an hour we're all gunna be dead. Nope not going there, happy thoughts. Let's see." Finding a tool box and sitting near the engine again she started carefully looking over it. "Alright my beautiful machine, what's wrong with you and how can I help you?" She kept glancing at the display waiting for the diagnosis, as she did so she plugged and unplugged whatever she felt needed to be. At this point listening to her gut was all she had since she could remember nothing.

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Engines... That word elicited some kind of response in his brain as he heard it over the speakers, even if he couldn't recognize the voice. It took him a moment to find a com panel of his own to respond, and by that time, someone else had already began a conversation of sorts. He answered back once the other male voice was done. ❝Ah'll bae right dere.❞

Only, he didn't exactly know where "there" was, which was probably a problem he should have addressed while at the comm panel. Too proud to ask for directions? Perhaps, but it didn't matter now as he took off at a brisk pace to his left. He passed a weight room, peering in briefly past the glass into the machines inside before snorting. Not a room he would be needing.

He continued on until he entered a room with buzzing machines that sent an all-at-once familiar and unfamiliar chill down his spine. He belonged here, in some sense of the word. He looked to the girl who was unplugging things. A screen showed a countdown to something, possibly when their luck ran out and the ship exploded or something.

[color=green][b]❝'ey, lassie, whit yae workin' on dere?❞ He inclined his head towards whatever was in front of her before going over to the tool box and running his hands over some of the tools, an ache forming in his chest as he longed to remember why these seemed so familiar. Some instinct drove him forward before he got an answer, and he picked up a few tools before heading to the engine and beginning his inspection for any potential problems.

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With a start, Six turned to look at the man with a heavy accent. "Fixin' it." She frowned, that wasn't 100% true since she didn't know what was wrong. "Makin' it better would be more accurate. More efficient. This piece." She reached under and pulled out a small chunk of engine. "Just mucks things up. You can bypass this by connectin' this," She went back under and connected two pieces. "To this. Don't need the middle man now, but have to tweak this a bit to make sure there isn't an overload." Smearing some oil on her cheek once finish with preventing an engine overload, she smiled. "Now tell me what you need help with cause I don't think I know engines. Oh!" She nearly bounced in excitement. "Meet the ship. It's communicating through this panel. Right now I'm running a system diagnostic and it should be done soon." She tapped her finger on her knee before asking, "Do you remember anything? I'm kinda drawing a blank on everything..."

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He had to admit, he was impressed. Parts of the engine, bits of schematic, the all came to his mind as she spoke, and he couldn't help the awe at her cleverness. He nodded appreciatively before looking over the engine some more and came up with something that had the semblance of a plan. He became distracted, however, by her exclamation of excitement and looked over to the monitor she indicated. ❝Communicate? Yae mean dis blasted thin' can tell us whit's wrung?❞ In any other circumstance, he probably wouldn't have believed it, but with the current amnesia over his mind, anything seemed possible. He set to work quietly as he contemplated this.

❝Naw.❞ He shook his head sadly, pausing in his work for a moment. ❝Ah cannae dink of a damn thing efore ah woke ta dis mess.❞ Try as he might, nothing would come, and for now, he resolved himself to stop bothering with that and work on stabilizing their current situation.

❝If yae wannae make yerself useful, help mae lift up dis chasis so ah can git a bettar look at the problum.❞ He pointed to indicate a piece he had just unscrewed from the main engine.

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A male voice is heard over the ships PA system, "Secondary system diagnostic complete. Short range sensors and communication online. Internal sensors now full operational. Upper command deck power fully restored. Life support... still inoperable. Emergency protocol in effect, routing life support from escape pods to primary rooms. Sealing off all non-essential areas, and routing all power to care systems. Starting prestart up checks for main engines." Doors start to close off the dining room, then the bunks, then the galley. The doors to the fighter bay lockdown tighter then what they had been.

Three's search is no good as the cargo manifest is missing, deleted or other wise inaccessible.

The male voice is heard in engineering, "It appears as if some one has tampered with life support system, I am unable to correct it. Other then that miss, I appear to be ok. Though it seems that some one has reset me to my default setting. I know because they missed my tertiary systems and some of my added programing. I believe whom ever did this was unaware or incapable of those systems. I am programed still to respond to you and one other under emergency protocol, untill you lift the protocol or until main power and life support are restored. May I be of any further assistance?'

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"Yes, I believe the ship is, to a degree, sentient." A moment after she spoke the ship began to inform the crew of the results of the secondary system diagnostics. She sighed in relief that the ship was able to divert some of the oxygen from the escape pods into the primary rooms thus buying her and the accented man more time to fix the engine. Then the voice continued with the unfortunate news that the life support system had been tampered with, it was back to basically default settings, however still responded to her. Apparently she was a member of the crew before the amnesia happened.

As she helped the accented man lift the chasis so he could inspect the engine further. "Can you tell me how the life support was tampered with and where can I go to try and fix the problem?" She asked the ship. "Can I do it from in here or do I need to be elsewhere to fix it? Oh and how much time do we have now that you've diverted the pod life support to the main rooms of the ship?" She turned to the other human in the room. "Will you be okay if I need to be in another room to fix life support? I don't want to ditch ya if you need my help, but we do need life support up and workin'."

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It shouldn't have been such an effort to lift the chassis, but he found himself out of breath as he continued to inspect and tinker with the engine, removing parts, reassembling them, cleaning others. He began to grow dizzy, but focused on the task at hand and the words coming from the speakers. Life support had been tampered with? The ship restarted? What did that all mean? Who would have done something like this?

He shook his head to clear away some of the fog, but that only made him more dizzy. He focused very hard and hoped that the rerouted oxygen would soon begin to fill his lungs and make him feel better.

❝Life support? Which one is dat one?❞ He was working on what he believed was the main engine. He wasn't sure which went to life support, if it was even in this engine room at all. He moved to the next thing. Might as well check everything while he was here, but he knew his passion laid with the engines, even if he couldn't remember much more about himself.. If the computer needed any overriding, any kind of reprograming, he wouldn't be able to do that.

At least the lassie at the console was asking the right kind of questions. He could only continue his work and wait for the answers.

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Every Light and panel from starboard to port flick off then back on. To the whole ship, "ALERT!! Ship has just been scanned. Diverting power to main sensor grid. Starting long rang scan.... Scan complete, restoring power. Scan shows a ship of unknown make on intercept course. Baring three six zero mark zero nine zero. Time to intercept at current speed, thirty minutes. Scan also shows three fleets on courses ETA one hour baring one three five mark zero four five. Baring one eight zero mark one five five. And Baring two two zero mark zero nine nine. First fleet is a Trade Union Carrier with a four cruiser and two frigate escort. Second fleet is a Federation dreadnought with a four frigate and two cruiser escort. The last fleet is an Imperial Capital class cruiser with a two cruiser and four frigate escort."

To engineering, "Displaying location of an open access hatch in the med bay. Sorry but I can not tell what they did but you should be able to do a bypass of the primary environmental controls from there. And I have given you about half an hour as long as you remain with in the primary locations. Sadly I was able to draw air from the reaming areas of the ship, you will only have about ten minutes to make the repairs, if you go alone."

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Tapping her lips, Six listened at the ship informed her about life support. Okay, I need to get to the medical bay, which I believe I passed when coming here, to fix this. Ten minutes isn't a lot of time, but doable. I can totally to it in ten minutes. That's almost a small eternity. As Six gave herself a mental pep talk she stood, swayed a little from the thinning air, and started looking through the box of tools. "Sir," She directed her eyes to the accented man working on the engine. "I'm gunna borrow some of these tools and head to the med bay. Hopefully I'll be able to fix the problem before we all die. Wish me luck." She grinned before looking down at the panel. "I'm heading to med bay. Please start diverting some air there." She headed out trying to keep her breathing steady so as to use only the bare minimum. The walk was kind of terrible in the sense the ship at times felt like it was tipping. She knew the ship was doing everything in its power to keep them alive oxygen wise, but even then the air was thinning.

Med Bay. Wonderful. Where are you access panel? Gotcha. Once found, Six began to work on getting Life Support back. Whoever messed with it did a hack job. Either they had no idea what they were doing or they were in too much of a hurry to sabotage it properly. In her head she counted out the seconds. She had less than 600 seconds to fix this initially and her focus wasn't at its best. She worked through the mind fuzz, on occasion jabbing needle nose pliers into some part of her body to wake herself up. It sucked, but it worked for the moment. 240 seconds left. She weaved the wires to the proper place until all were mounted hopefully to the correct area. For the love of all things, please be the right sequence. She shoved everything back where it needed to be and flipped a switch. Her bottom lip began to bleed as she waited for the light... "Hell Yeah!" She cheered as the light turned green. 42 seconds left, let there be air

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❝Aye, good luck, lassie.❞ He said with a thumbs up for emphasis. He wished her more than luck, but didn't know how to word it. If she failed, they would all die. He could only hope she knew what she was doing.

The other matter pressing into his mind was those ship that were headed towards them. He had no reference for the names, but they all sounded fairly official, which should be a good thing, right? But what if they were all criminals and this was their death sentence or some other such nonsense and now those people were coming to finish the job? He didn't exactly want to be around if that was the case — although there was really no way of knowing what was the case, not with this memory loss.

Focus, focus. He chided at himself. He needed to get this engine up and working because without it, it didn't matter if those ships heading towards them were menacing or not. There would be nothing they could do.

Just a few more twists here and then... Then a clunk, a sputtering, and for a moment his heart dropped before the engine roared to life with renewed vigor. Seems like he had gotten the thing working. He made his way to the comm system and pressed a button to connect him with the bridge.

❝Any o' yae able ta pilot dis thing? Think ah got the engine working if yae could give it a try.❞ He hoped someone was on the other, preferably someone who knew what they were doing, because he wasn't so sure he would be able to pilot the ship if it came down to it.

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As three finishes talking to four, everyone can feel as life support kicks on and cycles the air. Over the PA, "Life support now at one hundred percent. Main engine diagnostic interrupted. Engine now activated. Main thrusters online. Long range sensors online. Communication antenna online. Communication transmitter destroyed. Weapons damaged, unable to fire due to external damage. Hyperdrive removed. Receiving hail from the three fleets. Recommend all crew report to dinning room before making next move. Playing first message: 'This is the Federation Dreadnaught Andromeda to the Botany Bay. Come about, make your heading one eight zero mark one five zero and we will cover you.' Message repeats, playing second message: 'This is the Imperial Cruiser Hope to the Botany Bay. Come about, make your heading two two zero mark zero nine zero and we will cover you.' Again message repeats, playing last message: 'This is the Trade Union Carrier Balaclava to the Botany Bay. Come about and rendevu with us, we have a hanger waiting and we will carry you out of here.' Text only message coming from a small ship hiding in the wake of the dreadnaught. Message reads, Bay, do not trust the fleets, I will show you the way to the light house and safe harbor. Make your heading zero five zero mark zero one zero. Let me guild you home. Message ends."

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As he waited for One and Four to respond to Ship's request to discuss matters in the dining room, Three heard a fourth, more feminine voice from near the entrance to the rapidly filling bridge. He released the grip on the MAC revolver as he flicked his dark brown gaze over toward the doorway. The amnesiac man mentally registered the young woman leaning against the nearby wall. Three turned his head toward her, then followed the action by squaring his shoulders to more fully face the current object of his attention. His first thought was that she looked vaguely familiar... which didn't count for much at the moment, considering A) he'd noted the same feeling with everyone he'd met since waking up and B) he still didn't know her identity.

Three gave the woman a slight shrug of the shoulders, indicating a potentially nebulous response. "Hello. Eh, I can try to update you as to what is currently happening. Based on the looks on your faces, I'm going out on a limb to guess you both woke up in a pod with no memory, right? Us, too," said Three, motioning between One and himself. "Before you ask: no, we don't know how or why. We both have some working theories in play, but hers are sounding more plausible," said Three as he began to walk toward her, the bridge entrance, and the Com panel. "For the rest, you should follow me. I'll fill you in when we get to the dining room."

Three pressed and held down the call button on the Com panel for ship-wide announcement. "Attention, uh...other ship people? On the Ship's recommendation - that sounds weird to say out loud - let's meet in the dining room as soon as possible to exchange information and discuss our next move. The dining room is on the main level at the bow, er, front of the ship. We need to move quickly. We have an estimated time-table of about twenty minutes to get all of this settled. I'll understand if you don't come, but don't be mad if we make a decision that you might not agree with and you didn't show to say your piece." He released the call button and began to walk to the designated room, with or without the other three inhabitants of the bridge.

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One grabbed the respirators and a rifle as they headed down the hallway. It felt strange in her hands but they'd traded in one bad scenario for another. She nodded at Four, "Thanks, you brought more than we could have asked for. Seems like a lot of weapons for your average ship."

The dining room was less than ten minutes walk, and One surveyed the others as they came in. Her, Three, and Four from the Bridge. Two, who looked like she'd been in stasis the longest. And based on the accent she'd heard over the com, Five and Six had been in the engine room. Six looked pale and unfocused as Five helped her to her seat, and One sat beside her and switched on one of the respirators.

"Here, this will help your blood equalize," she turned to the rest of the table, a table built for far more people than were present, "So. Is this the entire crew?"

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Laying back for a moment and sucking in the fresh air, Six smiled to herself. "Thanks Ship for everythin'." She slowly got up and found herself still a little woozy from the lack of oxygen moments earlier. Her head looked up when a voice over the com system requested that everyone meet in the dining hall. Tapping her finger on her leg, Six decided she did want to know what was going on. As far as she could tell she was a crew member meaning she had a right to know and vote on what was going to happen from now on. Walking back to the engine room she smiled at the accented man. "Awesome job. I'm headin' to the dinnin' hall to check put what's happenin'." She turned and slowly made her way to what felt like the way to the dinning room. At some point the man came up and helped her to the the meeting because suddenly she wasn't feeling too great. I woke up wrong, too much adrenaline in such a short amount of time without the proper wake up procedure. As she walked she took slow deliberate breathes to try and keep whatever content was in her stomach from erupting out. She smiled weakly at the accented man when he helped her sit. "Thanks." She rested her head in her hands as one of the other women started talking. She turned her face to look at One and took the respirator. "Thanks." Hopefully it would help because this feeling sucked.

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Three was the first to enter the dining room and stood quietly aside as One helped look after the other crew as they arrived. As soon as the last person entered, he began to speak again in response to Four's comment. "I actually have a response to that: until we know more, we go by our waking order," he began indicating around the room the order. Three started on One and, of course, ended on Six. "One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six. Got that order off of a file I noticed in the computer logs. So, unless our Ship AI knows our identity and would like to tell us, I suggest we go by that," he gave a moment to allow the AI to answer, if it would, then moved on to pressing matters. "First, the good news: thanks to the apparent expertise of Five and Six (Six especially, so I'm told), the failing life support situation has been resolved. Power was restored after the Ship's artificial intelligence fully brought the engines online. We have thrusters and can receive communications."

Three paused for a moment and gave a quick look over the group, in part for dramatic effect. "Now for the bad news: the ship is still fucked up. We have no outgoing communications, our weapons are damaged and non-functioning, and we don't have FTL capability. As in, there is no drive. At all. On top of all of that, we have incoming. Three fleets: Federation, Imperial, and Trade Union... for whatever that means. We have no way of knowing if they're hostile, but my gut tells me not to trust them. I don't know why. The ray of light is that there's a lone ship broadcasting text-only to us covertly from their shadows and will intercept a full half hour before the fleets. The message is: "Bay, do not trust the fleets, I will show you the way to the lighthouse and safe harbor. Make your heading zero five zero mark zero one zero. Let me guide you home." My gut doesn't tell me anything about this, negative or positive, so I say it's our best shot right now. That's my vote. Everyone for? Everyone against?"

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Feeling better, Six pulled the respirator away as another man arrived in the Dining Hall. I'm Six, I can live with that. She turned her head to look at the man she, at this point, knew better than the rest. Five. At least I have something to call him other than Accented Man. It's shorter, I like it. After Three finished speaking, Six raised her hand. "I can take a look at the communications. There's a possibility I can get it back online, but I also may not." She frowned. "Some... Aspects of the ship seem to come to me, like I can fix them. However, others don't. I knew very little about the the engine, but was able to get life support back on. Five might know more about the workings of the ship, but I can help." She tapped her fingers on her leg thinking over what he said about the incoming ships. "I vote the latter ship we tentatively trust... The other ships seem to make me anxious." She then got up and started roaming, keeping her ears on the conversation, but her eyes investigating the hall.

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Over the ships PA, "Overriding helm control. Engaging sub-light engines, making my heading zero five zero mark zero one zero at full impulse." The ships thrusters engage as they turn toward their new heading.

About half an hour later, over the PA, "The ship of unknown make has altered course and is now on a pursuit course. The fleets have altered their course to intercept them. The unknown ship that sent the text only message has emerged from the fleet and is haling. Patching it through to the dinning room." A mans voice comes over the com, "Well its good to see we will finally have the Bay rejoining us. Hope you still got a good helmsmen because were we are going your going to need one. Since you left we've had to move, so we found one of the most dangerous hideouts we could. The gravity is a little messed up in the area thanks to CorSec but as long as you follow my path you should be fine. And don't worry we left your hanger just the way you like it. Ok like I said just follow me and we should be fine." the ship AI comes over the com, "Recommend some one aid me at the helm, and all hands to station just in case."

(Sorry would add more but don't want to take to much control of everyone.)

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Two nodded once at the other's replies and quietly followed them down to the dinning room. It wasn't much of a walk, but considering the group had only just woken up from what was possibly hyper sleep, it certainly wasn't the best walk. Upon arrival she noted the others in the room, and soon more came to join. Then the man began speaking again. Glad that someone was at least taking control, Two nodded at him again as he told her number. "I vote for. What else do we have to loose?" sh emumbled, almost jumping as the ship spoke to them.

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Three nodded silently, mentally noting all who agreed, who disagreed (if any), and who stayed silent. Just as he cleared his throat in anticipation of speaking up to give the instruction to the ship, the ship leapt into action first and announced it had set and engaged for the coordinates as established by the unknown ship. After hearing the audio that he assumed was from the unknown ship, Three felt slightly better about the decision he'd pushed to the crew. It seemed that they were known by the unknown ship and they appeared to have friendly, if not entirely lawful, relations, as signified by the fleets and the mention of some kind of security force called "CorSec". He didn't know why he knew that last bit, though.

"Well, count me out. I don't know what all I do and don't know, but I do know that I don't trust my hands to a helm. Anybody else think they might be a fair shake with the stick? Sounds to me like we might need it. If all else fails, maybe our AI will be sufficient? Three glanced around at the crew and offered them a small, but hopeful grin. "Now, if anyone needs me, I'm going to go search the bunks to see if there might be any clue as to our identities before we meet our mysterious friends. Can't have them thinking we don't remember them, can we? That'd just be rude," said the man as he stepped toward the exit of the dining room, making a heading for the bunks.

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Six

Force equals the gravity of mass one times mass two over the radius squared.

Level One depends on two assumptions: First the universe is infinite or virtually so, and two within this infinite universe every possible configuration of particles in a Hubb volume takes place multiple times.

"Anything is possible, you only need to think of a way to make it so."

Acceleration is equal to the change in velocity divided by time.

Velocity is equal to the square root of two times acceleration of gravity times the height of the falling object.

In vacuum space, two objects fall at the same rate.

Increase surface area increases friction.

Average acceleration of an object is equal to the change in velocity over the change in time.

If a universe is mathematically possible than it has equal possibility of existing, even if the laws of nature is different than our own.

"Playing God is dangerous..."

Four plus four is eight, which is the same as four times two.

Reaching another Level One is virtually impossible.


"I am going to go fix the communication problem. I will meet whoever is piloting the ship in the bridge." Six rubbed her head as facts spoke in her mind. It was a little startling, she felt kind of crazy and yet the repetitiveness felt soothing as if it was a subconscious calming technique. She made her way up the stairs to where the bridge was and began pressing buttons until communications appeared. She looked through the recording of what the ship had said about the communication problem. The antenna is okay, but the transmitter has been destroyed. If I'm correct that will mean we will have to get a new one. "Ship? Can you tell me more about the communication transmitter?"

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