Futuristic A-Am I Human Enough For You Yet!?

[Kylesar1]

The 110th Spacial Reconnaissance Battalion, known fondly by other battalions and branches of the military as the Voidwalkers for being the first to exit the Milky Way and return alive, is the Space Force equivalent of the Army Special Forces or the Navy Seals. Trained to the highest order to withstands the demands of space, learn space tactical combat, and learn to communicate with the discovered extraterrestrial species, 110th Recon is a tightly knit group of Explorers. Nothing bonds people tighter together than potentially being lost at space forever with the only way out being to burn up in another planet's atmosphere. One mistake on either the ship or out of the ship in space and you will probably never be seen again. Permanently MIA with no real way to be recovered

You are part of Alpha Company (A Co), 110th Spacial Reconnaissance Battalion (110 Recon BN) and you are deployed to a hefty 10 year reconnaissance spacecraft, the Reconnaissance Starship named Voidwalker (RSS Voidwalker) under the callsign Prophet V (Either letter V or number 5) for what's set to be the most groundbreaking expedition in human history. The preferred Explorers chosen are purely voluntary, preferably single as to not put a family through such a long departure, nothing to lose but all to gain. The goal is on-going and simple: Survey other planets, send information back to Earth on new species, their lands, and basics of their customs in order to establish interstellar contact and potentially communication. After a decade, return with all the information you've found.

1 year in, you've discovered 3 planets outside of the Earth and established some form of communication between the other lifeforms and the mother planet. You're continuing on your interstellar journey on the RSS Voidwalker boarded with multiple crewmen, AI to augment manpower, and Alien allies to provide cultural awareness and other abilities to the denizens of Earth for the benefit of their own race.

Now as per the name of the RP, this RP is gonna focus mostly on drama and trust. The tone is gonna be overall very tense as people are exposed to extremely new lifeforms and locations. The interstellar lifeforms, AKA aliens, are recruited on the ship as required by alien diplomats. They by no means trust humans. There are also AI androids created to serve as manpower on the ship. All of these things come together to form the crew of the ship. This RP can go heavily into the realm of the differences between human, AI, and aliens, which will affect how they interact with each other. I'm expecting potentially dramatic divides, trust issues, as well as romance (which I love btw) between the crewmates. Outside of that, we can expect world-building and bouts of action. Hostile alien infantry, hostile starships, space pirates, etc. Depending on how big this gets, we can also expect sidequests with small teams on even smaller recon ships not built for combat.

The goal isn't romance though that would give a very different perspective to the entire thing. Camaraderie and establishing trust as they go on these very dangerous journeys and expeditions is gonna be a must, because these aren't gonna be some dynasty warriors hordes and hordes of enemies. The ones that matter are gonna be boss-style fights that could very well kill or disable the ship, resources, etc. and force them to rely on potentially hostile planets and other ships for support. Rivalries, arguments, non-lethal fights are all encouraged (so long as it's within reason). The focus is far less on the fact that they're exploring space. The space and alien planets are really the background music to the crew trying to get along and context to everything they do.

 

[Beleth]

Blinding stars surrounded the ship.


A blue star twinkled in the distance, a more relaxed reddish one gleaming a sense of desolation; while millions of extraordinarily white ones filled the spaces in the form of flickering and occasional flashing.


Maosis sat back with a slight groan at the sight, restraining the urge to take the wheel and yank it in the other direction. "Riddle me this," his first complaint in two hours began once more, "what's an exposition journey if there ain't no one around?" He turned his head towards his student briefly before looking in Johnathan's direction.


"You look beat, Jack." Maosis stretched his arms behind him, flourescent ship light reflecting off of the spots on his arms. Conversation was good, it was always acceptable. Kept the being from getting up and roaming to the back - again.


The only downside to this very moment was that his only option with a converser was nothing more than a flesh and bone. Flesh and bone with the fully armed capability to overcome nations. Fleshers, as he learned to call him, were best how they were eons ago - on a leash of morality driven by the world around them.


Now, these… things... have taken it upon themselves to break free of their old ways and reenact history of conquest - with the rest of the galaxy. Fleshers were only good when dead. Or better yet…


Maosis turned completely now, an arm snaked around the back of the co-pilot seat, the other far behind him as if to stretch out how the furthest he could go. His shaded eyes rested on the other male with a somewhat bored intent.


Conversation was almost better than silence. Almost. Even if it meant with fleshers.


Kylesar1

 

[Kylesar1]

Blinding stars surrounded the ship.


A blue star twinkled in the distance, a more relaxed reddish one gleaming a sense of desolation; while millions of extraordinarily white ones filled the spaces in the form of flickering and occasional flashing.


Maosis sat back with a slight groan at the sight, restraining the urge to take the wheel and yank it in the other direction. "Riddle me this," his first complaint in two hours began once more, "what's an exposition journey if there ain't no one around?" He turned his head towards his student briefly before looking in Johnathan's direction.


"You look beat, Jack." Maosis stretched his arms behind him, flourescent ship light reflecting off of the spots on his arms. Conversation was good, it was always acceptable. Kept the being from getting up and roaming to the back - again.


The only downside to this very moment was that his only option with a converser was nothing more than a flesh and bone. Flesh and bone with the fully armed capability to overcome nations. Fleshers, as he learned to call him, were best how they were eons ago - on a leash of morality driven by the world around them.


Now, these… things... have taken it upon themselves to break free of their old ways and reenact history of conquest - with the rest of the galaxy. Fleshers were only good when dead. Or better yet…


Maosis turned completely now, an arm snaked around the back of the co-pilot seat, the other far behind him as if to stretch out how the furthest he could go. His shaded eyes rested on the other male with a somewhat bored intent.


Conversation was almost better than silence. Almost. Even if it meant with fleshers.


Kylesar1

Johnathan Edward Weiss
Navigation Room- Near the Cockpit​

"Expedition, not exposition," was the answer that came from the other male in the room. "I don't make the rules. Ask the politicians on earth." Johnathan Edward Weiss (Pronounced Vice) sat in a seat in the back of cockpit. He was on a computer doing some geek stuff. "I just get a lot of hazard pay and I travel in a way that's not to another place on Earth." Weiss honestly had no idea why Earth wanted to establish an interstellar connection with other life forces. Maybe they could get their hands on alternative fuel sources or materials not found on Earth. Commander Richard put a lot of faith in Maosis to commandeer the ship, but not enough faith to be the primary commandeer for some reason. It baffled him.

He was bored. They left the last planet a week ago and sent some information back to earth, as per the parameters of their ongoing mission. Diplomacy was the name of this game, which was why they were on 110th Recon and not 1st Infantry Division. Maosis here was........an alien, a Taknoogian. Fleshers, Taknoogians called humans. There was an element of superiority in the Taknoogians. Then again, if Maosis was placed on Earth, he would probably be discirminated against and treated with caution. Still, they established enough trust for their politicians to accept communications and material they couldn't find on their planet.
"So Maosis, what do you Taknoogians eat for like snacks or whatever?" John typed in a few things and a bag of chips was warped in into his hands. Warp portals. It was an easy way to get smaller things to and from the ship, from food to trash to waste. The only thing that could fit in those portals were smaller AI like Core. Even Sage was too big to fit. They DID have big portals, but that was for emergencies only as it used up all the ship's power. If they opened the Evac Portal, the ship would have reroute every "Did your people hook you up with a warp portal, or are you stuck eating foreign food?" While the Taknoogian held obvious hesitation in interacting openly with humans, Weiss didn't have the same apprehension. Maybe this came with how often he interacted with AI, from robotic AI like Core to androids like his very own lovely Sage.
Beleth

 

[Beleth]

Maosis could hear the silent whirring as Johnathan Edward Weiss fumbled away on the many computers that surrounded him. Did his eyes ever grow tired? Fingers numbed or even just… bored? There was a sense of concentration the man possessed that Maosis couldn't help but respect, despite the racial differences. A true artist had to admit some admirable skill of another; trust there was irrelevant.

The alien huffed at the verbal correction, fumbling between whether to direct a sneer out into the blackness or toward is ship-mate. That was one of the things that irritated Maosis about fleshies: they always had to be right. Right with the help of their fancy androids and whatnot. The level of technology the ship possessed honestly sent chills down the alien's spine.

"Hazard pay? Let me collar you straight, pops. You get the man's currency to barrelhouse through space an' just whip yourself left and right through space's dangerous beauties." Righteous and adrenaline seeking, who would get paid just to be hurt? Had the same proposal been offered on his own planet…

Maosis' eyes narrowed behind the dark metallic flint that covered them. As soon as a thought passed it left, refocusing to the man's attempt a comadry. "Snacks?" The word left him muddling through the meaning for a moment. He rolled his eyes in thought, retracing back to his native tongue. The bag of chips appeared in the pale hands of the speaker, cueing for the meaning. "Can't say that I know, pops. Water based products are all the mess, back home. Sometimes we like to reuse the ammonia in the atmosphere, compress it and even turn it into…. a snack." The soft air of the chip bag hissing open was someone pleasant to Maosis. If only there was a way to do it again. " But we ain't got…what is that anyway, pops? " The fleshy then began talking about warp portals, adding to his confusion. Must have been another fancy shmancy technological do-hickey. If he had learned anything from the previous diplomatic meetings, technology was THE piece of, well, everything. Went from just communicating to now food being popped into their laps. It was no wonder why there were speculations of the robots winning the title of most superior race; they were looked to for Everything.

"Sadly, no. Warp portals ain't a fascination over in Taknoogia, and food is-" Was. Food was scarce. Now it's practically extinct. "Food cops'y (costs you) a pretty one, you feel? Just a bottle of water'll cost about…" Maosis fumbled through a nearby computer, converting the currencies. "6 in… man's credits (currency)."
The alien shifted in his seat. With the massive search for information, even the slightest bit of knowledge could send a species - fleshies and AI alike - to an advantage. They were a nuisance as is, no need to feed them more.
" Say pops, you feelin' a drink? All this travelin' and not whatnot's puttin' a real dent in my throat."


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Cooper​

"As a reminder," came an unflappably even-toned and disembodied voice from the cockpit's various speakers, "substances or activities which impair the judgement or job-relevant motor skills of crew-members are forbidden when on duty. Additionally, crew members are expected to wait for the complete recedation of such effects before returning to active service." Cooper's gleaming core, the size of a large marble, sat off to the side in a specially-manufactured interfacing device, the object itself little more than a simple holder connected by a few neatly-braided wires that vanished into a panel hiding the cockpit's primary system junction. "With this in mind, I can assume all piloting duties, if you would like."

Small shards of matter, nearly glass-like in their shape and consistency, slowly glided back and forth across the wide spread of controls, occasionally pressing buttons, turning knobs, or adjusting sliders, as if the ship were being flown by the floating final remains of a shattered window. If it was any consolation to the boredom of anyone on the ship, Cooper, by virtue of his connection to the cockpit, was always around. That wasn't exactly a fact that he advertised openly; prior data gathered by the Spectralite Collective made it quite clear that most Users were adverse to the idea of being watched without any sort of indication. For the sake of diplomatic relations, he figured, it would be best to keep his presence a silent one, unless, of course, he was prompted to partake in conversation.

From Cooper's core materialized several more disembodied planes, slowly drifting over to the co-pilot's side of the dashboard before merely standing by, like the palmless fingers of some foreign figure awaiting their turn at the consoles. "Please be sure to register your break-time accordingly; otherwise, everyone currently present in the cockpit may be found liable for any potential problems that may arise from your vacancy. Please note, however, that I have a very good piloting record, and do not foresee any issues, arrivals, or necessary course-corrections at this time. That is to say, in other words, try not to worry about it." Without his panels to weld some form of abstract expression to his words, Cooper's voice seemed flatter than usual, inflectionless tones delivered from a nonexistent face and a place no one could see.

As always, however, the fellow did mean well.

Beleth , Kylesar1

 

[Beleth]

Sound​

ooc note: JJuuuuust to get interactions going (=


The sound of the speakers coming to life left a particular female to look up from her practice. Their pilot had given a reminder about forbidden substances onboard and the consequences. Given the circumstances, there were a few individuals that came to mind that would under the pilot's watchful eye- Maosis especially.


Sound listened carefully, fingertips curling around the flat surface of the instrument before her. She gave a silent nod at the pilot's offer to begin manning the ship. Through the open door revealed a small frame of the pilot sliding across the front of the controls, his abstractness adding to the number of non-humans aboard the ship.


Despite the diplomacy that was agreed upon between humans and non-humans, something about the foreign creatures didn't sit well with Sound. Human representatives have contemplated these outer beings were far more adapt to the galaxies, and arguably smarter for lack of better words. Humans were on the verge of an exponential discovery for resources. Resources at the expense of these very beings. To simply think that an agreement between a plethora of species would simply stand is naïve thinking. This time was no exception.


Sound rose to her feet, the instrument whipping into a spiralic close. With Cooper's previous announcement, chances are her teacher would have a few words of his own in protest. She would have to be near to keep him from creating any… further… hostilities with his shipmates.


She approached the door, peering her head around the nook of the doorway. If she could make it from her room to Maosis without drawing too much attention she could maybe get a head start in keeping him from imploding. Maybe after, she could try and start small talk with one other human onboard.


Silent feet pittered across the metallic ground, noticing the approximate closeness Cooper had gotten to Maosis. Sound could already see her teacher tensing, maneuvering across 'his' side of the board. Not to mention the pilot went on about more regulations and their consequences. Cooper's geometric design flickered and wavered as he continued on. Truth be told, it was almost mesmerizing to watch rather than threatening.


She bit the bottom of her lip thoughtfully, approaching Maosis' other side, a holographic screen arising before her. A few quick taps on the letters and a swipe of her palm, Sound faced the screen toward Cooper and Maosis:


'Regarding the foreign substances, will there be a weekly search?' Her question initiated a slight glower from Maosis.


'Also, in terms of keeping record of breaks, I have been keeping track of all of our authorized rest periods.'

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[Kylesar1]

Maosis could hear the silent whirring as Johnathan Edward Weiss fumbled away on the many computers that surrounded him. Did his eyes ever grow tired? Fingers numbed or even just… bored? There was a sense of concentration the man possessed that Maosis couldn't help but respect, despite the racial differences. A true artist had to admit some admirable skill of another; trust there was irrelevant.

The alien huffed at the verbal correction, fumbling between whether to direct a sneer out into the blackness or toward is ship-mate. That was one of the things that irritated Maosis about fleshies: they always had to be right. Right with the help of their fancy androids and whatnot. The level of technology the ship possessed honestly sent chills down the alien's spine.

"Hazard pay? Let me collar you straight, pops. You get the man's currency to barrelhouse through space an' just whip yourself left and right through space's dangerous beauties." Righteous and adrenaline seeking, who would get paid just to be hurt? Had the same proposal been offered on his own planet…

Maosis' eyes narrowed behind the dark metallic flint that covered them. As soon as a thought passed it left, refocusing to the man's attempt a comadry. "Snacks?" The word left him muddling through the meaning for a moment. He rolled his eyes in thought, retracing back to his native tongue. The bag of chips appeared in the pale hands of the speaker, cueing for the meaning. "Can't say that I know, pops. Water based products are all the mess, back home. Sometimes we like to reuse the ammonia in the atmosphere, compress it and even turn it into…. a snack." The soft air of the chip bag hissing open was someone pleasant to Maosis. If only there was a way to do it again. " But we ain't got…what is that anyway, pops? " The fleshy then began talking about warp portals, adding to his confusion. Must have been another fancy shmancy technological do-hickey. If he had learned anything from the previous diplomatic meetings, technology was THE piece of, well, everything. Went from just communicating to now food being popped into their laps. It was no wonder why there were speculations of the robots winning the title of most superior race; they were looked to for Everything.

"Sadly, no. Warp portals ain't a fascination over in Taknoogia, and food is-" Was. Food was scarce. Now it's practically extinct. "Food cops'y (costs you) a pretty one, you feel? Just a bottle of water'll cost about…" Maosis fumbled through a nearby computer, converting the currencies. "6 in… man's credits (currency)."
The alien shifted in his seat. With the massive search for information, even the slightest bit of knowledge could send a species - fleshies and AI alike - to an advantage. They were a nuisance as is, no need to feed them more.
" Say pops, you feelin' a drink? All this travelin' and not whatnot's puttin' a real dent in my throat."


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Johnathan Edward Weiss
Navigation Room near Cockpit​

"Hazard Pay, not to get hurt, but because I can easily die on this mission. At the end of this, I'll have enough money to retire for generations." This wasn't some $200-$400 Hazard Pay. They were out in space for a decade. They were looking at about $10,000 Hazard pay monthly that they could keep once the contract was completed. If they were fired beforehand, 98% of the accumilated Hazard Pay was taken back. Weiss had to stifle a laugh at how the Taknoogian talked, like an old style New Yorker his words sounded. When he asked what Weiss was eating, the human held out the bag. "Potato Chips. Ammonia sounds toxic to me, but it is possible to get something like that done on this ship." Humans definitely weren't gonna compress, concentrate and then eat ammonia anytime soon. "We can also buy fruit, vegetables, pretty much anything we want." There was a cafeteria on the ship, but they could buy things utilizing the Warp Portals set up on Earth like a vending machine, only it warped into their hands and were connected to their bank accounts (not that they needed to worry with how much Hazard Pay they were getting)

Cooper informed them on the regulation of alcohol use and offered to take over. "Hmmmmm. I suppose we don't really have a choice, lest Richard gets on my ass," Weiss said. Authorized breaks were pretty much a formality as per the regulation, but they had personnel like Cooper and Sound who actually looked to follow it. Richard held a pretty simple mentality. "I'm not your parent. Take your breaks but be reasonable. I don't want to micro-manage your lives, so don't make me." he said at the first crew meeting befroe they even took off. It was effective enough for the most part. The only thing was that they were required by regulation to have a Standard Operating Procedure.
Cooper went on a speal about the regulation and Weiss looked to the Taknoogian man. "What are you wanting to drink? You heard the voice of god. No alcohol, unfortunately." Weiss was a social drinker anyways. Having a BAC while on duty coud lead to easily getting fired and Weiss just got used to not drinking so much. He did from time to time, but never really enough to get drunk.
They were about to walk off and leave Cooper to pilot the ship when Sound walked in and asked about a weekly search. "Sound, Sound, Sound. When you ask questions like that, it can indicate an intent to drink and we'll all end up taking lunch off to take a breathalyzer. Let's not get into that subject." Plus, Cooper could launch into a verbatim tirade about the regulation concerning alcohol use.

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The ship floated in the vast vacuum of space, so far from Earth that it took Warp Portals to send and receive information. The 110th Recon ship, the RSS Voidwalker, was a massive ship that held about 100 Personnel on it not including AI and Infantry. It had everything on it they would need for about 12 years, but with Warp Portals in play, they could keep this ship going forever provided it wasn't too damaged to repair. They had heard signals from potentially another planet and were on their way there. The issue was just pinpointing the signal. Most of the signals came from Radio Comms or Satellites, but also from other Starships. They weren't alone out here. They had long left the Milky Way. The ship was jet black and had tinted windows so while they could see out, no one could see in. Since the ship was primarily for reconnaissance and communication, it held some things like a Comms crew as well as a cloaking device that refracted any and all light around it to make the ship appear invisible. As an alternative, the ship had what was called the Chameleon Cloaking Device, or Kecleon as affectionately named by the crew (Even in the military, there are fucking nerds).



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Mitch Conner Huntertabbysandshark3 Saturnah

 

[Mitch Conner]

"I think, perhaps, that we are doomed."

The weapons bay maintenance crew immediately grounded to a halt, stopping to stare at the metal colossus that was currently inspecting the Voidwalker's emergency self-destruct apparatus.

"...Not in an immediate sense, mind you.", Morgmog continued, to the collective relief of the staff, "It's more of a... In the ultimate sense, I mean. Everyone goes into death alone. You understand?"

Nobody bothered responding; it was long odds that Morgmog was addressing any of his crewmates in specific. More than likely he was simply logging his personal thoughts for posterity in the event of his inevitable demise at the hands of the ship or one of it's crew. While the alien did not, strictly speaking, have the clearance to be here, the bay crew had come to quietly accept Morgmog's assistance after the way he had proven himself in torpedo incident. For the most part, they just worked around him and quietly accepted the extra pair of hands.

"I suppose what I am trying to say is that the concept of the self-destruct system has never sat well with me. What is the ultimate purpose of destroying oneself? To ensure scavengers cannot benefit from one's remains? To install a self-destruct system... It is to accept death, yes? It is to plan for after you are gone. It is better to plan for when you are alive, so that you might keep living, yes? Things such as these are...", he paused, looking for the right words, "...They are very strange. My people, we do not use them."

Morgmog retracted his fine manipulators, screwing the access panel back into place. While he didn't enjoy the idea of it, a well-maintained weapon was... Well, still not safe, but definitely safer. Nobody wanted an accidental discharge on their hands.

 

[Huntertabbysandshark3]

CORE
location: dronebay>cockpit
​

A loud metallic clunking resonated through the drone bay inside the ship a single scout bot dropped down for its holding rack, it had been marked specially by the crew for there on board AI to uses a a sort of proxy body, while to could easily just use the cameras, sensor and comms to communicate with the crew it well... more properly he liked to have a way to walk around and see himself form the angle of those that walked within what it felt was it’s body in a sense. The reason for why there AI acted like this was a chance in counter with a neten scout vessel although said scout vessels was the size of a star destroyer as was netens customs of overkill, regardless they managed to procure a soul drive. In probably one of the strangest trades to date they netens wanted bed sheet for some unknown reason. They would be happy to give them access to one of there son’s, at the time it was thought they where finally going to get the reclusive netens to open up to the galactic stage but they just got a box Engraved with thousands of names... and some other thing that was it’s name. Once installed into the already existing AI the ship practically became a crew member in it of itself. The name being shorted to simply CORE.

“Please be advised personal proxy has been deployed...so don’t worry about the small power spike or that storage room doors sensor shutting down, don’t worry iv still got a large amount of processing down to help with pinpointing that signal”

As was usually with cores announcements they started of official but would then waffle on into more casual chatter and reassuring the crew it wasn’t slaking off something that if it did would likely spell disaster for everyone aboard. The scout bot had already clambered its way out form the drone bay checking systems on its way out once again something that could easily be done by its own internal scanners although they just diagnosed the problem not fix them. Afterwards the drone continued on its way during this a orange optical sensor lit up on one of the cockpits panels indicating CORE’s “attention” was there of course it was everywhere but he only ever lit up the sensor on these panels when he wanted to talk.

Soon after the drone had intercepted maosis and Jonathan with a grumbling tone the added vocabulator sprung to life “hey organics how ya doing?”

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[Beleth]

Maosis ¦ Sound​

The fleshy spoke with an air of nonchalance as he went on about the 'beauties' of hazard pay. So essentially, the fleshy gods place their best being in near inevitable death circumstances with promises of man's plundered fortunes. They were quite an impressive species for labor. Perhaps that's what made Sound such a valuable organism for… teaching.

Maosis had to keep himself in check from looking over at the hand placed on his shoulder, and even moreso as Cooper sprawled across his end of the control boards. His attention immediately snapped to the Spectralite. "Say Jack, what's the story? (what's the big idea?) I've got it (the controls) on this end."

The pilot continued in his direction, Maosis placing a webbed hand down on some of the inactive buttons. "If we were drinkin' the devil's spit (alcohol) , it'd be long gone before -" The gentle hand that was initially to calm him down was now more firm, nails beginning to pinch into the surface of his leather like skin.

The girl had some nerve, interjecting into his conversation. He drummed his fingers against the surface, followed by a few clicks of his native tongue, activating the rhythmatic based chip in her temple.

Much like a parent tapping their child's wrist for getting too close to the hot stove, Sound released him and awaited his next set of orders while keeping the same humanity as before.


Maosis took a small breath. It wasn't until Core came over he tensed once more. "Not much, Jack," he breathed through irritated gums. "Just gettin' the daily yap (being lectured) about not takin' drugs or just havin' a good round altogether." He sat back in his co-pilot seat, arms crossing over one another, hiding behind his shades. Alcohol (and a considerable number of ancient fleshy movies he's seen a trillion times to learn the enemy's language) was his staple go-to - especially when he was bored. Of course there had to be the rule abiders that enforced the very palm of fear the head captain intended day one.


"Was about to have Bree (the girl) here fetch me a round of gin. Suppose I can just deal with just wine," he snickered, addressing the male's previous question about drinks. The female only shifted behind him in response to his… comment.

Sound's attention was redirected to Weiss as he warned about how words should be phrased. She nodded twice, losing color against her porcelain like skin to the mention of losing lunch over alcohol testing.

Like water to paint, the said color washed down her neck and hid itself into her bodysuit when Morgmog took the moment to speak the very words she had been pushing to the back of her mind: They were doomed. Granted, it wasn't immediate, but given the nature of everyone onboard and the few yet vast number of species within a close proximity with one another, there was no telling how soon until doomsday.

Unfortunately, she couldn't say the same about Core. Something about a non-organic being manning the ship was far from her idea of efficient. There could easily be a malfunction or what if the enemy ships hack into the spacecraft? Or worse...

As the scout bot dropped down, a chill shot up her spine (despite this being a common act of the AI). A part of her was tempted to retreat back to her room until things have quietened down. But her curiosity toward the other alien was a bit stronger. If she didn't bother Core, he most likely wouldn't mind her either and both could go on their merry way.

With a gesturing swipe of her hand, the communication board (or com-board she's come to affectionately call it), reappeared. Fingers slid across the letters before facing it toward him.


"How long until the said doom, then, Morgmog? Would you be able to approximate it?"

Despite the others' reluctance of having the alien onboard, Sound found his presence to be somewhat comforting. It was almost as if they were thinking on a similar wavelength. He just had the nerve to say it aloud… and possibly the physical capacity to do so. He went on to talk about the concept of self destruction and its purposes. Thoughts and opinions arose, but none that were worth 'voicing' at the moment. She simply listened, with one ear always tuned into Maosis.

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[Kylesar1]

Johnathan Edward Weiss
Navigation Room​

Weiss took a look at the scout bot. "CORE, ya giant.........bot.......thing's mind. How the hell are ya? Maosis and I are heading to the bar while Cooper pilots this thing. Care to join us?" Weiss was a person who liked to live on the edge. He was cleared to see some TOP SECRET information, being a cyber expert and all. However, the fact that he associated with AI so often when there was information deeemd NOAI made him subject from a few of the..........less accepting of the non-humans aboard this ship. Aliens were........aliens and AI could potentially be hacked. Some of these people were the tin hat wearing conspiracy theorist types. Weird, considering they were actually contributing to one.
Anyways, Weiss had no idea why Core would join them. He didn't think this bot drank anything, much like most other AI on this ship, and the ones that did just drank oil or gasoline. "Maosis, is Sound like completely mute or is she just the complete nervous wreck who would rather speak through a screen?"

Huntertabbysandshark3
Beleth

Weapons Bay​

"Self-Destruction is used to prevent the ship being salvaged in the event this ship is compromised in a way that makes it either unrecoverable or unrepairable," a small voice said. A child jumped up on an ammunition crate. The little boy was a beautiful red head, appearing 8 years old and wearing the standard issue jumpsuit that all humans who worked in those areas had to wear, only his had a yellow stripe down the middle. While this boy looked and acted like a child, looking into his eyes would give it away. No matter the color, one could see that they were actually just optics. This was an AI that appeared human, an android in the truest sense as, at first glance, interaction, and touch, he was thoroughly human.......but wasn't. The Morgmog had had a couple of interactions with the boy, who gave off obvious signs of fascination with him. The yellow in his eyes meant he was looking up information and spouting out what was being presented. This was Sage, a busy little Support Android who worked almost exclusively with his his "father" Johnathan Edward Weiss from whom he was made in the image of his lost human child.

"It keeps pirates from capturing and reverse engineering the ship. There is also TOP SECRET information on the ship, information that reads as NOFORN and NOAI." Information that could potentially end in an alien invasion of Earth if it wasn't closely guarded and destroyed if needed. "Prevention of bigger issues, not damage mitigation." No matter what, they were all small beings in a giant machine that was the human race. Self-Destruct was a denial method when their Trump Card failed
His eyes shifted back to their "natural" green color, a realistic green, not a super bright glowing green like the other settings. "But why do you always talk out loud to yourself. Daddy says it makes you look weird."
Mitch Conner

 

[Seraph Darkfire]

"Bypass some routing here..fiddle with this...." Zyto was mumbling to himself as he worked, the control panel to the nearby door sitting next to him. This particular door had been giving him some trouble recently, closing too soon or opening too late. Even one time closing too early. With the power cut now, it just sat open perpetually, not really something that was wanted, but he couldn't afford being hit by electricity while working. The only other option would be to leave it malfunctioning and that was a bad idea in case of a hull breach.

The flesh of his back rippled slightly before extending out across the room to retrieve a spanner, returning it to his hand as he connected a few more wires. A few tentative taps with the spanner caused some sparks to jump, causing him to flinch slightly but he wasn't harmed. He stepped back, his body slowly folding back into its original configuration. He stretched slightly before walking over to a small box and popping it open.

He pulled out a handheld device, a bit more anachronistic than the more holographic designs he'd been introduced to, but he preferred this older model...though he had updated the hardware to match that of the newer models. He tugged out a wire and connected it to the internal systems of the door and activated it, watching as the door slid shut.

"Hmm" he tapped a few buttons on the control, the door opening once more "A little too slow" he upped the power a bit and the door closed a lot faster. He set it to sensor mode and set the device down, stepping back a bit. He spent a few minutes moving back and forth, even through the doorway to measure how quickly it opened versus how far away it would sense an object moving towards it.

He pulled a small tag off of his body and set it down before walking towards the door again. This time it didn't open "Good, RFID is working properly" he said before he set about cleaning up. Tucking his devices away and reattaching the control panel once more. RFID was largely made obsolete by the AI systems capable of recognizing and identifying members of the ship, but Zyto liked how the system was in place in case of major power failure or AI disruption.

"Food" he said suddenly with a grin. All this work had made him quite hungry and he needed a lot of food. He was already holding a snack as it was. But he definitely needed more. Time to head to the mess hall.

 

[Aloha Loha]

GVBS-D032, abbreviated to D032 for expediency's sake while also given the moniker 'Scott' for more informal and quicker declarations, was currently sitting in the mess hall. Well it was safer to say that he was sitting at a table in the mess-hall. He sat in relative silence, compared to the discussions of various programs and tasks assigned to his colleagues. These discussions did not matter to Scott, all that mattered was the mission. In the end all that mattered was it being completed successfully, if he were to be a casualty from it so be it. Death was a concern to them yes, but not to GVBS-D032.

So there he was, sitting away from the prattle of others as he took out his regulation spork and began to eat through regulation hash. It was nothing special, nor anything to write home about if GVBS-D032 had a home. It looked like nothing more than a pile of dirt, mixed bread pieces and meat rations, and it tasted of nothing. This was neither good or bad to Scott, the food was just as food stuffs ought to be. It was fuel, nothing less and nothing more.

The Vat-born proceeded to scoop up, bite after bite, each one taking a precise chunk out as he devoured it in a wolfish manner. Food was meant to be consumed fast after all in order to quickly get it into the body and to provide the necessary energy for the trials ahead. In the middle of a new bite, he happened to notice another co-worker. Scott turned towards Zyto and simply gave a nod of recognition.

Acknowledging the presence of the fellow, D032 proceeded to return to consuming the rest of the food from his tray.

Seraph Darkfire

 

[Huntertabbysandshark3]

CORE​

Surprisingly enough the AI managed to laugh a bit at Weiss comment “if I was going to say what I was I’d have to say my full name again you remember how long that is?”t was true cores name took about five solid minutes to say because every one of the netens that where his “fathers” all had there names added. Making it a painfully long thing to say “ but yeah I’m doing good aside from zyto’s tinkering with a few of my..the ships systems and a couple of power surges it’s been fine” form what everyone could tell core felt the ship was more or less itself in some strange sense, likely something instilled in it with its alien origins not that it really mattered much all it did was make CORE care for the ship a lot more “and sure I’ll join ya two the bar is not that crowded right now so I’m sure no one will mind this bot in there....well me in there but I’m technically already in there..anyway”

Kylesar1 Beleth

 

[Seraph Darkfire]

Zyto piled up multiple plates of food, basically anything high sugar and high protein. Everything his body needed basically. Since he'd already had Scott acknowledge him, he sat across from the man "Among my people, food should be enjoyed" he said popping a decent sized glob of food into his mouth, giving a small hum of pleasure at the taste. In truth, he could eat even faster than Scott while still enjoying it, but most other lifeforms found that method of consumption...less than appealing.

Swallowing he continued to speak "My people believe in enjoying both work and leisure time" he chuckled "Can't enjoy one when you are miserable about the other anyway"

Aloha Loha

 

[Aloha Loha]

GVBS-D032 decided to let his spork stay in the chunks that constituted the hash. Placing his right palm on the table, idly watching as the spork began to slide down and flop into the hash proper, Scott turned to face Zyto and his multiple of rations with a bit of a sneer. Sure they had enough for the journey, but food ought to be carefully monitored for the sake of the cause. Who knows when a shortage might come? It might not be today; after all a few extra bites here and there might not hurt anyone now. But overtime it builded up like the dreaded space barnacles that clogged the pipes in a most vicious and assault worthy manner. He continued to eye the parasitic mass of musculature as he began rapping his fingers against the surface of the table.

"Your conclusion is false. I am not miserable, merely earnest." spoke GVBS-D032 as he moved the spork back upwards. It stood like a proud tower for a moment before falling back down. "Your people may have that as a saying, so would many creatures forged by that weird cosmos too. I, however..." Scott began rapping his fingers against the surface of the table even quicker, as he allowed it to serve as a bit of dramatic effect. "Know my role. I know my purpose. Unlike, I presume, your people I know exactly what I am and where I am going." Practically clattering against the table in a frentic fashion, Scott leaped out of his chair and spun on his heels to address. nay proselytize at, Zyto.

"I WAS BRED FOR A MISSION, A SINGULAR AND UNIFIED PURPOSE. I EXIST FOR THE CAUSE, MAAAAN. I NEED NOT WANT! I DO NOT DESIRE THINGS ABOVE IT. I KNOW MY HERITAGE, THE FOLLIES OF THE PAST. THEY TEACH THE LESSON FOR US DOWN THE LINE TO BETTER SERVE FOR THE CAUSE. MY PATH IS THE SAME, MY GOAL IS EASY TO PURSUE. IF I FAIL IN IT, THEN I SHALL DIE KNOWING THAT ANOTHER SHALL BEAR THE MANTLE AND FOLLOW THE CAUSE. I HAVE NEVER BEEN MISERABLE, SINCE I HAVE ALWAYS KNOWN WHAT MY DESIGNATION IS. I HAVE ALWAYS KNOWN WHAT IS BEHIND AND WHAT IS AHEAD. MISERY COMES FROM TRYING TO DELVE TOO DEEP, TO OBTAIN SOMETHING THAT YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND. MY PURPOSE IS SINGULAR AND FOCUSED. I WILL ACHIEVE IT, OR I WILL DIE DOING SO."

After taking a few moments to refocus his breathing after the sermon, GVBS-D032 proceeded to grab his spork and continue eating his hash as if nothing unusual had occurred.

Seraph Darkfire

 

[Beleth]

Maosis ¦ Sound
Navigation Room​

Maosis had to suppress beaming from ear to ear upon hearing the fleshy's idea of heading to the bar; ESPECIALLY with the pilot just advising against it. It was almost as beautiful as overthrowing a set of nonsensical rules for the sake of everyone else's sanity. After all, who in the right mind would be able to travel for long periods at a time to dangerous planets and NOT be able to drink? As a matter of fact, the organic being seemed a bit TOO relaxed about offering the gathering, as if there would be no consequence behind it.


The Taknoogian craned his head lightly to look up at Core as he was addressed. Speaking of people manning the ship, Core was the AI that had access to just about… everything. Cooper - as good of a pilot as he was - simply pushed buttons next to the capability of the moving machine before them. And himself? He wasn't about to delve into that. Simply put, if the head captain or anyone else stated that all he did was sit and look pretty…. there would be a lot of work to go into to have to prove them wrong.


The fleshy brought up a pretty good question: Whether his student could actually speak or if this was some sort of nervous tick of hers. Truth be told, even to this day it was a mystery to him. When he first found her being plucked by deviant robotics, there wasn't so much as a yelp coming from her, much less a scream or a call for help. It was surreal, as if accepting her fate in the present moment.


After following the group, ambushing the few ship members (which took quite a bit of calculating), he had released her from the restraints to which she offered a crackly 'thank you'.


But that was it. That was the last he ever heard her actual voice. He just knew that sometimes during the evening, when she's preparing to sleep, he could almost make out a voice. Almost. But as soon as he comes even remotely near where she is, the voice vanishes. He's playfully come to accept that it was just a ghost roaming the hallways back home.


"That's a good question, pops (similar to buddy), can't say that I--"


"I can speak," Sound brashly typed, the side of her nail nearly clipping the surface of the screen, "I have just found it difficult to physically do so. Especially in.. certain presences." She peered at Weiss, gesturing toward CORE with her eyes. It wouldnt be too far fetched to even consider she felt the same toward Maosis, Sage, Zyto and little bit of Cooper, but that would have caused more unnecessary conflict. This time and era had enough talks of special (species related, not to be mistaken with the term for extraordinary) issues. No need to add onto them. A part of her even wanted to suggest that her lack of verbal speech was encouraged ever since she met Maosis for the first time.


Her thoughts were interrupted by the muffled, though piercing nonetheless, speech coming from the behind the sealed doors to the mess hall. The female couldn't make out what the outburst was about or who it was toward but it was sudden and over. Judging by the pitch and influctions of the tone, he voice most closely resembled to Scott's- one of the few Sound felt somewhat 'okay' with. It was his human traits. Between Scott and Weiss, she felt a little less alone in everything.


Sound held her finger on the backspace from the message before. She quickly began to type her next thought. "Should we check on him?"



Kylesar1 Huntertabbysandshark3

 

[Seraph Darkfire]

Zyto clapped happily at Scott's enthused speech "Well done, and you are quite true, my people have no idea where they are going, but that is the fun of it. Unknown variables with the drive to figure it all out" he laughed before biting into more of his food "It is good though, you know your purpose exactly, that is enviable" he tapped his finger onto one of his plates "Lueco, from the moment they exist, have no idea what it is they want to do. We just find something that interests us and start doing it, we very rarely get bored of something, but when we do...we just find something else" he shrugged "It is one of the reasons we decided to explore the scientific fields, nearly infinite choices and infinite results to each of those choices"

Aloha Loha

 

[Aloha Loha]

"Fun is inconsequential." Scott noted as he once again began to finish up his hash from his tray. Swallowing the last few bites, he proceeded to lay his spork down in a horizontal fashion the center of it. "All that matters is the cause and devoting yourself to the fulfillment of it no matter the cost." GVBS-D032 proceeded to lift the spork slightly to adjust its positioning upon the tray. Releasing his grip on it, D032 proceeded to lay it down on the tray yet again, this time at a slightly less crooked angle. "Yet you weigh yourself down with the unnecessary burdens which you fail to realize. Of course you do lack the knowledge of what your cause is, so you cannot be wholly to blame for such follies. My suggestion, which you are free to heed or not, is for you to find what your cause is and submit to it. Every action from then on is one with purpose and meaning." Once again D032 continued to essentially play with his spork and adjust it before laying it down once again. Before he would bring the tray back for cleaning and re-use, GVBS-D032 began his general inspection of any crumbs or particles of food he might've missed to save a little time for those cleaning up.

Seraph Darkfire

 

[Mitch Conner]

"SPACE GODS PRESERVE US!", Morgmog shouted as he took cover behind the self-destruct device, peeking out to confirm it was, in fact, the immature human the crew had brought aboard for reasons Morgmog himself could not fathom. He must have not noticed the child, being too deep in the finer points of his weekly inspection to notice this sudden ambush. Obviously, he'd have to recalibrate his proximity sensors. Somewhat embarrassed at his poor choice of hiding place, the alien shuffled towards the child, giving the bomb a wide berth.

"What is... Why do you come here, little one? This place is no place for a child. Many weapons."

Picking Sage up by the scruff of his neck as one would a cat, Morgmog gingerly carried him out of the weapons bay.

"Come, if you seek amusement I shall bring you to the recreational area. It is safe to play there, except on Fridays, when it is very dangerous. Do not go to the recreational area on Fridays, small one, but do not enter the weapons bay on any day, you understand? Is not a place for child."

[SLIGHTLY LATER, IN THE CARGO BAY]​

A group of four ensigns in varying states of nakedness were seated around a makeshift card table, obviously bored out of their skulls. One of them- Ensign Lucas, who seemed to be losing judging by his state of undress- looked up from his cards, grinned, and elbowed his buddy.

"Eyy, look who's done stickin' his nose into engineering! How you doin', tin man? We all dead yet?"

"No, the ammunition storage is in good... Apologies, but what are you... Doing?"

"Strip Catan.", Ensign Matthews said matter-of-factly, stubbing his electronic cigarette out on his electronic ashtray, "You want in? We got the seafarers expansion."

"I would love to, but to remove my clothes, it is a bit...", Morgmog trailed off.

"Shit, dude, how you gonna get laid if you can't even whip your dick out?"

"We do not... We don't do this sort of thing on my planet."

"Well let me tell you, bud, you're missing out. The pussy game out in this quadrant is fuckin' absurd; every diplomatic venture, first contact... It's snatch city, man. Like a magical fuckin' rainbow of freaky-ass alien sex."

"This all sounds very-"

"-You ever gotten blow from a rock man?", Ensign Johnson interrupted.

"What?"

"Have you ever. Gotten a blowjob. From a rock man.", Johnson repeated slowly, "Because I have and- I mean, it was fuckin' awful. Like- like a tube of sandpaper with a razor jammed in the end. And then she- I mean, I was seriously thinking I'd have to change my name to Excalibur, man, cuz that bitch wasn't letting go, feel me? It sucked."

"So why did you-"

"-Because that isn't the point, man! The point is- what matters is that I fuckin' came where none had gone before, and pumped one right into that silicate whore's mouth, and that's what the one-tenth recon is all about!"

"Well said, my dude."

The two ensigns high-fived as only two old war buddies could.

"But yeah, sometimes the chick even gets you pregnant. I still got the scars from where they had to cut the larva outta me."

"Fuckin' gnarly, dude. They let you keep it?"

"Nah, I think it's in the specimen bay somewhere. Anyway, what's with the snitch? You catch him listening in or something?"

Morgmog looked around in confusion and performed the complex head-scratching gesture primates such as these used to show confusion.

"...Snitch?"

"The robot, doofus. The one whose neck you've been trying to wring."

"You are mistaken.", Morgmog held the child up higher so the recon grunts could see him more clearly, "This is a larval human. I have found it in the ammunition storage."

The ensigns burst into laughter.

"It's a friggin' robot, ya overgrown tin can! You ever see a kid whose eyes were glowing?"

"I- I was never told...", Morgmog muttered sheepishly.

"Probably cuz you always got your nose in that diary of yours. That thing's a sex robot one of the engineering guys cooked up."

"I hear it craps batteries, too.", added Ensign Marks, still nose-deep in his cards.

"Seriously?"

"Shit's twisted, I tell ya."

"Anyway, playin' with robots is no good, they cheat the dice. You can probably find Weiss slacking off on the bridge. He'll probably want that thing back-"

"Tell him he still owes me twenty bucks."

"-And tell him he still owes Johnson twenty bucks."

Morgmog nodded silently and turned towards the door, main camera swiveling to face the machine child.

"...Shall we go?"

Kylesar1

 

[Kylesar1]

Sage Isiah Weiss
Weapons Bay​

Sage had been struggling in the grasp of the Morgmog, but to no avail. However, when the men began talking, Sage listened and stopped struggling. He didn't look pleased though. "A Sex Robot?" Sage repeated the term he had never heard before, which unnerved the group of men. Calling a robot in the form of an 8 year old child a sex robot wouldn't bode well for them, especially so considering that Weiss had this bot made in the image of his son and treated him like so. He spat out an Energy Cell, which hit the adult in the head, the one who said he crapped batteries. "I don't poop Energy Cells. I spit them back out after I eat them."
Sage got tired of being held up by his shirt and began struggling again to no avail in the alien's grasp. "Let me go! I have weapons of my own!" He turned his arm into a pistol barrel. "I am authorized to play with guns." This was a true statement. Sage was actually authorized to be in the weapons bay. He was pretty much always on safe though as part of his programming. He must register a threat, be on a firing range, or get the green light from Weiss or higher before he can actually fire. "I must resupply my ammunition." Sage could eat spent bullets and spit back out live rounds. He wasn't the only bot that could do it. He was just the only Android that could. The others were visibly robots.
"Stop lying, kid."
"I'm not lying."
"Yeah, yeah."
Sage grumbled. "I will jam your rooms tonight," he muttered, making a pouty face with his arms crossed, giving up on trying to get out now. He HATED being brushed off like that, like some tool, like the clipboard they used when they took inventory. He had a name just like the rest of them, sentience, feelings. At least he would be going back to Weiss, somebody who didn't look at him as someone to be seen and heard only for whatever thing they wanted him to do in that moment. It always confused Sage as to why there was such a split between the Extra Terrestrials, Humans, and AI. The sentient AI typically stayed either near their "handler" or other AI, Aliens a lot of times stuck with Aliens, and humans stuck pretty heavily only with other humans. His father didn't seem to mind the others.............Why was he so different?
"Hello, Cooper," Sage huffed. "I'm heading towards the Navigation Room to see Daddy."
Mitch Conner _Line 213

Johnathan Edward Weiss
Mess Hall
​

"Right......... When I see him again, I'll ask Zyto how that's going for you, Core." Any and all ship maintenance needed to be reported and Zyto was missing a report. They couldn't jump or land on an unknown planet until the maintenance was complete. The ship needed to be at minimum 95% readiness and power surges was not an indicator of 95% readiness.

Weiss could definitely understand the feeling. It was pretty weird to have Core always around, being able to hear any and everything. It was why he jammed Core's ability to pick up anything from his room. Weiss did want a bit of privacy and they were offered that privacy in the form of their rooms. There were a couple of other rooms that Core didn't have access to, like the Secure Facility, which held classified information only cleared individuals could enter. Sound likely had another reason for her fears though and he wouldn't push her on it. She seemed like a nice enough girl
"I suppose we should," Weiss said to Sound and they entered the Mess Hall to hear Scott talking about stuff that sounded like destiny talk. Weiss hated talks like that. Anything that would imply predestination was a no-no in his mind. It was one of the reasons why he wasn't religious either. "Scott, what destiny shit are you on about now?" Weiss went over to the bar and sat on a barstool and turned around to face the men talking. Zyto was eating like a madman and Scott was again talking about a purpose and whatnot. Maybe it was because he was vat-born and made for the purpose of completing the mission. Once this mission was done, Scott would probably be moved to being a soldier on the ground on Earth. For now, he was a soldier for 110.
There was a woman behind the bar, the bartender who stood by, ready to make a drink for duo who walked in with the intent to get a drink
Beleth Huntertabbysandshark3 Aloha Loha Seraph Darkfire

 

[Aloha Loha]

“Oh.” GVBS-D032 remarked, idly glancing at the spork before swiveling on the bench to reposition himself to glance at Weiss. It wasn’t much of a response besides a noting that Weiss was indeed there. This was then followed by a glance towards the slaver alien and the slave, in order to acknowledge they too were there. Reaching behind him D032 grabbed his tray and got up as he marched towards the nearest receptacle for waste products and stacked his tray on-top of a set of them.

This was followed by a quick, yet ever so slight, pivot on his heels as he marched back towards the bench designated for eating, and area in which the operator of liquors, liquor like substances and various accessories dealt. It was here Scott decided he too wished for a beverage, so instead of returning to his seat he went to the bar counter and rapped his fingers against the plexiglass surface. He eyed the current shift’s bartender and spoke, “I shall have a glass of potable water. Potable, as in fresh water which is taken in mind for Earthly life forms. To specify even further, the source of the water I request would be a ground-water from a mineral spring. If none is avai-“

Of course this was followed by a very agitated bar-woman, who not only was rolling her eyes at D032 but gave him a quick flash of the finger before pouring a clear bottle into a tall glass and practically shoving it into Scott’s chest. Simply nodding in affirmation he took the cup and sipped from it and after swallowing said nourishing liquid he let out a small satisfied sigh. This was followed by holding said cup in one hand as he turned towards Weiss.

“It does not matter to you as you will remain shackled by your confines.” Scott took another sip of water, “If you wish for actual conversing, might I lead you down a path that will get results. You may use this hypothetical, ‘Hello Scott, how did you manage to get that rare bottle cap of a vintage brand of partially lithiated lemon-lime syrup flavored seltzer water’?”

Beleth D Dark Seraph Darkfire

 

[Beleth]

Maosis ¦ Sound
Mess Hall
Kylesar1 Aloha Loha​

Maosis released a puff of air as Sound kept her reasoning vague. The child was a liability with her words and having something slip about a human being enslaved was not particularly a good look for him.


Fortunately, as soon as the conversation arose, it ended, both of the fleshies' attentions favoring the righteous yap that went on in the mess hall. The voice belonged to some lab kid that was recreated by his own kind.


Maosis' lip folded back into a slight sneer at the audacity. Humans were good two ways: dead or enslaved. Otherwise, they were entitled specimen running around trying to be the supreme power through false promises of diplomacy. It was up to the other organic species to sheep the fleshies.


Smells of synthetic foods fouled the rims of the Taknoogian's nostrils. He was so lost in his own thoughts he hadn't processed standing up and walking with the lead fleshy (Weiss) to the bar. Maosis took his seat, leaving a stool to keep the space between himself and the organic enemy.


"Early blackin' (good evening), battle (miss/maiden), I'll be takin' your strongest (drink) this time around." Maosis pushed spare change that had been lost in his pockets since their last diplomatic stop. A few cents missing, give or take but who counted? With the amount of time they spent together, the Taknoogian was surprised no one has gone feral on one another.

After a few solid minutes of trying decipher his strange english, the bartender slid him a shot of rum. He peered over at the VAT as he chastised the other fleshy about conversation.

"You collect bottle caps, Jack (buddy)?" Maosis smirked as he took a swig of his drink. "Action figures get borin' for ya?" Though his humor was never intended to be genuinely malicious, he couldn't help but take a jab where he could at the artificial fleshy. He didnt seem as bad as his organic counter parts.

§§§§§§§§§


"I'll take another fizzy drink," Sound flashed the screen with a sheepish smile. It would be her third one within the hour.


Sugar was never something her parents really condoned. They believed in the conspiracies that aliens and AI were working together.


Aliens would implant some sort of brain eating larva in the addicting substance while the AI, being the ones responsible for mass production and overall efficiency, would simply deny anything of the nature. But like anything else they told her, these were just stories.


She took her seat in the nearest table, legs lightly crossed at the ankles. In the room there was the VAT human and Zyto.


Scott, the human learned the name to be, was nice enough being. If she hadn't known better, the male was a conquistador, always having heated monologues about the purpose of a living being. Not too shabby for a lab human.


Then there was the other individual. Truth be told, she wasn't entirely sure what Zyto was. He was human… ish….enough? Was that a terrible thing to think? He most certainly didn't seem to fit with the aliens or the artificial intelligence. Zyto's eyes were something most definitely she's never seen before, a glossy white contrasting his black clothing.


Much like Cooper's state of being, some of these creatures Sound has come across has yet to cease to leave her a bit curious to learn more about what other species existed.


Aesthetic was something that was relatively important to the human, seeing just what type of creations resulted in the infinite exploration.


The VAT sat on the far end of the bar, requesting for… water? Odd was her only thought as she shifted from the table to the next available seat at the bar, just in time to receive her soda after much contemplation from the bartender.

"Do we have any word about our next planet?"

 

[Aloha Loha]

GVBS-D032 aka Scott
Location: Mess Hall

“Signs indicate you are not a collector.” GVBS-D032 noted as he took another sip of water as his gaze shifted towards the tendril-ridden xenoterrestrial. “A necessary key to collections is the availability of storage space for said collection. Action-figures, as you have put them, are bulkier pieces requiring more space to properly store. Bottle-caps require minimal space for storage. There are other factors in regards to collection, such as how resistant are they so they may retain quality longer. Shaped plastics and rubber that constitute figures will decay much faster than bottle-caps making them an inferior product. And of course one must take into account the amount and availability of products of which are being collected. Action figures are far more scarce on average and are not as easy to collect. Bottle-caps are very common so they are more sensible to obtain and to start new collections with and despite this they are much more diverse as there are countless varieties as compared to figurines. These include the most traditional and one of the earliest bottle-caps, such as the crown-cork. It, like all other bottle-caps, replaced the traditional method of corking which was far more inferior to the bottle-cap due to the inability for the cork to remain as time would take its toll on it. The crown-cork, named the company which innovated it, is the metallic top variety with teeth-grips you see quite often on bottles. Another common bottle-cap is the screw-cap, which are not metallic but plastic in nature and...”

May the Space Gods have preserved all of those within ear-shot of GVBS-D032. For he had gone and began to explain the various intricacies of bottle-caps. Bottle-caps! If it wasn’t bad enough this lecture was delivered, while it was clearly enthused, in such a monotonous and dry-pace. It was as if the man’s words churned out a mini desert biome in how dry this lecture was. In the distance there was noticeable and loud snoring from one of the crewmen who planted himself face first inside his food-stuffs for he was entranced, so to say, by the lecture. Clearing his throat as he finished off his last statement on the matter, at this time anyway, regarding the history of promotions utilizing bottle-caps to hold codes to obtain for various prizes, Scott took a drink of his water.

“...In short, I do not collect those plastic figures, I obtain bottle-caps.”

Scott proceeded to take another drink of water as he placed his cup on the counter. “The details of the planet are unimportant to me at this interval, all that matters is the mission.”

 

[Huntertabbysandshark3]

Core
Location: mess hall interaction: zyto Seraph Darkfire ​

as core clanged it’s way into the mess hall a few of other stuff inside the place raised a few eyebrows form the more junior staff that hadn’t realised what the scout drone was.

“Shouldn’t we turn that thing off?”

“N-...actually yeah go ahead”

As the junior walked toward core the other two at the table where already placing bets on the AI’s reaction. As soon as he got behind core he was about to hit the manual override but then core turned around

“What are you doing your trying to turn me off aren’t you.... you think your better then me”
Suddenly the announcement system bleary on with cores voice echoing through it

“You think you can control this ship I bet you can’t even control two systems without me right? RIGHT”

The junior collapsed on the floor due to shock core turned around again then walked it way over to zyto, while most of the other people in the mess hall where laughing there heads off.

“Yeah zyto you mind calming down your tinkering with me.....I mean the ship for a little form what iv been able to gather your the primary cause, since where getting to another planet we’re going to need to be at 95% efficiency”