Futuristic The Explorer's Privateering Regime: IC

[Inb4Cloaker]

يجري في وقت متأخر Being late to the party was never a style Zahi opted to rock. Still, it didn’t really seem to stop him from always being the near-last one to show up. He had endured quite a journey getting to this hub of life and soon to be adventures. It wasn’t too long ago that the oddly dressed figure left orbit, something that he didn’t get to experience too often. Apparently, space gave off a different impression to everyone who encountered it. For him? It was pretty stressful, what if the transportation he traveled on had been attacked? No doubt, the Tabaxi would be in a very precarious situation.

Shaking off his stress, he paused in the terminal for a minute and scanned the area around him. Had he not been broke and unsure of where he had to go, he’d liked to do some window shopping or grab a bite to eat. Lightly biting the top of his cloth scarf, Zahi was reminded of just how self conscious he felt without the garment being completely wrapped around his head. While he was capable of shaking off the feeling of space travel, he still wasn’t able to deter the thoughts of being watched. Slowly, he began to move through the terminal with slow, deliberate steps as he searched for the recruitment area he had been told about. As someone who had a certain degree of experience when it came to navigating in crowds, he was able to maneuver his way along the paths of the station until he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. Doing a quick double take, Zahi was thoroughly confused by what he saw.

While holding the locked travel bag he had brought with him in his left, lightly wrapped paw, the figure eyed the group of mismatched people before him. Now, he was blatantly aware that there were a multitude of life forms that existed in this life, but he saw some beings that he didn’t know could be physically possible. There were too many to account for all at once, but as they began to move towards the boarding area, he did identify a few who seemed quite distinct. He could only hope that they wouldn’t share the same thought about him; being conspicuous was never a good thing. The urge to pull up his scarf was making the Tabaxi nearly twitch, but he didn’t want to walk up behind the group looking like more trouble than he was worth. Gradually, the feline glared over his shoulder before proceeding forward with soft, padded steps. A multitude of thoughts met in his mind, many of them consisting of questions that he couldn’t find the answer for. Who are they? Why did I decide to commit to this assignment? Is that a tree¿ Aside from the space-tree, robots, and apparent mercenaries, there were a few non-combatants who seemed to stick out for a second or two.

Alright, just focus on the task at hand. Remember your home, remember your goals.

Zahi pondered quietly as he slowed his pace, staying a noticeable few meters away from the personnel as they collectively made their way to the location designated by the person in charge. He should probably try and meet the captain. One reason being to actually introduce himself rather then trail behind in his natural shady manner, and another being the matter of what he read in his orders. He is pretty sure that he read something regarding ordinance, and how they would have to be confiscated whilst travel was in progress. Something told the figure that what he had in his bag wouldn’t be able to slide under the radar, despite its current state of being dissembled and individually wrapped for safe keeping. Letting out a short huff of dissatisfaction, the feline sneezed quietly and shook his head as he adjusted his apparel.

“Could be worse...” Zahi muttered quietly, still gazing around as the gaggle proceeded onto the ship. After a brief speech given by a voice that he couldn’t quite see through the crowd, the party proceeded forward المضي قدما

 

[mausedpotatos]

Albert departed from the main group, heading towards the cafeteria. He picked up a plastic tray and began to collect items of food on it. He turned around with a loaded tray, and sat down at one of the tables. Surveying the meal, he had accumulated a large slab of cornbread, watery mixed vegetables, some sort of hot meat gruel, a plastic cup of fruit juice, and a carton of milk. Albert began to unwrap the cellophane holding his spork, straw, and napkin hostage and began to meticulously unfold his napkin. He tucked it into the top of his shirt and went about the business of liberally peppering his gruel. Albert paused and took a gulp of his juice, which tasted like orange Tang. The gruel was thick, but surprisingly good. The cornbread was cornbread. It tasted a tiny bit stale.

Albert was soon deeply engrossed in his meal, and likely would be for a while.
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[The Dark Wizard]

Oliver Hunt​

~Head of Security​

[IMG='width:147px;']https://www.rpnation.com/gallery/prisoner-jpg.37751/full[/IMG]​

Oliver was about to talk to the Tech-Priest and internally sighed as the First Mate began talking, explaining the situation and addressing everyone. While she spoke he snuffed out the cigarette on the table and scowled, waiting for the First Mate and for anyone else to finish talking before his eyes fell on the Tech-Priest again. "The Responsibilities of a Security Officer are many, but for you....I'm sure we can find room in the IT division. Maybe have you build something, I was lead to believe that your people were good at that, yes?" he asked, rhetorically, not expecting an answer to his own question before immediately resuming his talking. "I assume you are familiar with the Quantum Two Step Theory?" he asked a theory that powered the infrastructure of the EPR, something he didn't completely understand but at the very least he had to know. It was the idea that things that were built and secured for use, functioned on a two-step system, one that was always evolving and shifting in real time, to make sure that the uncountable races of the universe couldn't just "hack" or override ships and other equipment and destroy everyone easily. It prevented the loss of control from those that needed to have it in the Hierarchy.

Birdsie

 

[Birdsie]

Four-Two-Three-Four-Two (42342) [Fixer]

Ami began her speech, or as some would call it, monologue. For the second time, someone had told him not to bother the cat. Fixer noted: Bother the cat. Experiment. Call it science and they won't blame you. It was data he had to collect.

Fixer went on to answer Oliver's question with a blank, curt, "Yes."

Only after two seconds, he went on to elaborate, "It is a theory in the field of vessel infrastructure, hardware and software, directed at preventing losses from occurring by means of constantly re-arranging patterns within the closed system. It's a protection distinctly similar to the Blaster computer worm, which rewrote its coding in real time to block anti-viruses from deleting it, as they could not adapt at a matching pace. It is a universal form of defense against outside attacks, ensuring that even an extremely alien, unknown threat cannot, say, hack the system. Of course, like all forms of defense, it is not foolproof, but it is definitely the one on top of the shelf currently."

There was a short pause.

"Why?" he queried nonchalantly.

Spoiler: Unit "42342" Status

System Diagnosis: Software OK, Hardware OK, Wetware OK, All OK
Average CPU Usage: 20.18193%

Primary Directives:
[0] Serve the Omnissiah. [Supreme Priority]
[1] Serve the Cult Mechanicus.

[1.1] Serve the Fabricator-General.​

[1.2.1] Serve all superiors appointed by the Fabricator-General.​

[2] Preserve self.
[3] Store worthy data.
Regulations:
[1] Be efficient.

[1.1] Be respectful.​

[1.1.1] Sub-function loop. Read [2.2].​

[1.2] Disable demonstrative emotion. Uncomfortable, but efficient.​

[2] Be respectful.

[2.1] Refer to superiors as 'sir' or 'ma'am' depending on gender role within subject's culture. If neither is appropriate, use neither.​

[2.2] Be efficient.​

[2.2.1] Sub-function loop. Read [1.1].​

[3] Be priestlike.

[3.1] Insert the phrase "amen" at the end of every 8-16th sentence, chosen with a numerical randomizer.​

[3.2] Praise the Omnissiah publically at least once daily when given chance.​

[3.2.1] Do so deliberately without provocation at least once weekly.​

[3.3] Insistently offer to teach the Cult Mechanicus dogma to anyone who seems to be emotionally contrived or 'lost.'​

[3.3.3] Insist on collecting "tribute" whilst doing so.​

Directives & Tasklist:
[1] Be an efficient crew-member of the IEV Red Moon.

[1.1] Serve Captain Valen.​

[1.2] Send a tentative function report to Captain Valen.​

[1.3] Study and monitor the crewmembers' psychological state. Report anything concerning to Captain Valen or Head of Security Hunt, depending on situation.​

[1.3.1] Create mental profile of Captain Valen.​

[1.3.2] Create mental profile of First Mate Llya'na.​

[1.3.3] Create mental profile of Head of Security Hunt.​

[1.3.4] Create mental profile of any crewmember when it can be done without difficulty and interrupting any other important task.​

[1.4] Gain access to the full systems of the IEV Red Moon.​

[1.4.1] Become Security Officer if possible.​

[1.4.1.1] Learn what it means to be a Security Officer.​

[1.4.1.1.1] Learn all skills necessary and obtain all equipment necessary to become a Security Officer if possible within reason.​

[1.5] Bother the cat.​

[1.5.1] Record all results.​

[1.5.2] Define "cat."​

[1.5.3] Make sure this isn't a Schrodinger's Prank.​

[1.5.4] Experiment.​

Mental Profiles:
... Activating Derivative Psychology Module...
... Activating Cold Reading Module...
... Assembling recorded data...
All Done.

Drawing psych-profiles according to available data.
Done.

Spoiler: Captain Valen Corevious

Ostensibly stable, resolute. Serious demeanor, copacetic behavioral patterns concurrent with social function; demand for respect is socially appropriate, thusly must be followed. At least lightly curious about crewmembers: active personality; takes preliminary caution rather than acting in response. Can be subtle and unreadable in social interaction? Leadership deemed satisfactory. Subject requires further study.

Course of interaction:
- Be respectful.
- Be priestlike.
- Answer all questions, save for Mechanicus secrets.
- Interaction takes precedence over all other actions.

Spoiler: First Mate Ami Llya'na

Unenhusiastic or calm; efficient? Emotive wording; social culture, higher social standing? Prideful, higher social standing: confirmed. Less open-minded to cross-cultural quirks; self-centered, conservative, composed, stiff, strict... levelheaded??? Higher social standing suggests spoiled performance. Social urges appear to align with aristocratic behavioral paradigm; cultured, well-spoken, determined, wilful but careful and focused on important tasks. Good at managing tasks, well-learned: erudite among own species. Nobility, intelligent, but lacks experience.

Mental Disorders: [Unconcerning]
- Provisional Superiority Complex.
- [Unconfirmed] Narcissistic Personality Disorder? [NPD] Elitist or Normal variant.
- [Unconfirmed] Provisional Inferiority Complex?
- [Unconfirmed & Highly Unlikely] God Complex?
- [Unconfirmed & Very Highly Unlikely] Dunning-Kruger Effect?

Course of interaction:
- Be respectful.
- Be priestlike? May dislike religious babble. Lower priestlike behavior to bare minimum.
- Answer all questions, save for Mechanicus secrets.
- Do not insult or insinuate offense or slight; detrimental relationship effects highly adverse.
- Pay attention to; may be offended otherwise, detrimental to relationship. Listen more than speak. Affirm constantly.

Spoiler: Head of Security, Oliver Hunt

Reasonable, level-headed. 'Made sure IT was up to standards'; proactive, puts in effort into work, competent, dutiful. Gets along well with the Captain; must study relationship??? Tattoos, contain numbers and unidentifiable barcode; interesting history, was a mercenary or test subject [Should Investigate]. Smokes cigarettes, addicted? Observant, watchful; curious personality. Possibly gregarious or temperamental.

Mental Disorders: [Unconcerning]
- [Unconfirmed, But Very Likely] Nicotine Addiction.

Course of interaction:
- Be respectful.
- Be priestlike.
- Answer all questions, save for Mechanicus secrets.
- Report deviant behavior to subject.

The Dark Wizard

 

[Archie]

"Thank you" Uric said to the captain and his application was accepted. No more cold visiting of ships in the dockyard today. He made room for other visitors to see the capitna, and noticed one creature that he did not know the species of hiding behind him. Perhaps it was his body warmth? Perhaps it was what other species called anxiety, a concept that Nakal had a hard time understanding.

He listened to Ami's speech, before power walking with his tall legs towards the officers quarters instantly. The only way Uric was able to secure lucrative employment for a long time was by demonstrating his value immediately. Besides, as a Purser and Supercargo, much of his pay would be on bonuses and commissions. He raced to his quarters opposite those of the Mate, up one of the elevators, and opened them. There was some kind of aquatic pet tank with fish and strange creatures he had never seen of all colors. He paid it no mind, just as he paid the large glass windows no mind. A King bed was in the center of the room- that would have to change. He would probably need to work in his quarters a lot. It was not as if he was taking anybody to bed here any time soon - at least until the ship's statistics were exemplary - so that would need to be made smaller and put in a corner. Desks sat around the room's walls, but the chairs were too small. Until he was able to requisition chairs 33% larger, he would have to work - in this room - from his bed and move a seat close to it, or do it standing up. He lifted one of the desks off the ground, stacked it onto the bed, drew his holocomputer stick from his pocket - a small metal rod no bigger than a piece of chalk- and watched it illuminate a display. "Welcome back" said the AI.

"Turn AI voiceover off" Uric stated. It was a waste of time. He could get work done three times faster than voice dictation if he hooked up a mind link between his computer system and his brain, while typing at his high words per minute simultaneously. He tapped the side of his head, and one of his eyes lit up orange. "NEURAL CONNECTION ESTABLISHED" said the computer. "URIC VO DUNHA, PURSER-SUPERCARGO, INTERIOR DEPT, ERPS-RED MOON. O-5. ID ACCEPTED" the screen glowed. Uric pulled up the ship finance and cargo reports. Everything was in good order, the finances were more than sufficient, and cargo seemed adequately organized with only 5 missing labels out of 300 boarded crates.

"QUARTERMASTER, check crates C-117, C-215, C-671, A-119, C-1021, report label" he typed, addressing it to page the QM's holodex. He wasn't exactly sure how the interior section of the ship worked on this vessel, or even whether the Quartermaster was an AI or a person, but that was irrelevant to initial steps. His next messages were to consumer stores.

"What is your inventory of Nakal size furniture? Maximum budget 5,000 intergalactic credits" he copied and pasted to over 40 stores on the navigation path of the Red Moon.

"Best,

Uric vo Dunha
Voiceconnect: 88-451-667"

Finally, he came up with another idea to raise funds.

"<From: uric.d@epr.ex>

Sir,

I have authorization to sell 400 copies of the EPR Staff Directory. I am assuming a man looking out for his career like you would be interested in making direct contact with employers. 500 single, 2500 for authorization to resell 20 copies to your crew. Please f/w payments to routing number 6617744678, Ninth Transartorian Bank.

Uric vo Dunha, O-5
VC:88-451-667" he copied to over 1,000 addresses on the EPR mailing list, mostly officers from O-3 to O-5, with a couple Captains as well. The VP Ops didn't tell him if he could resell copies, but figured he had a decent enough explanation and could figure out any trouble on the back end. The routing number was not his own, but one of the 15 in the name of the ship.

Getting up, he stretched his arms. He made sure to bring UPR naval uniforms with him. His golden rank-pin was on the table in the room already, so he made sure to pin it on. Suited up, he exited the room and headed to his next area of duty, the mess. He hadn't had the opportunity to meet the Chief Steward yet, but when he did, he wanted some information on how the food was.

Entering the mess, he saw a handful of crewmembers there - some bald man wolfing down food and clearly enjoying it - another white-haired and red eyed humanoid with an armored suit cautiously biting a disgusting-looking pudding. He knew which one would give him more valuable feedback.

The large man approached the suited man, and took a seat in front of him.

"Hi there. I'm Uric, the purser" he said, terse and to the point as always.

"Just curious, is there anything you'd want changed about the food?"

His watch started beeping with incoming contacts, but his call filter decoded that they were mostly stores trying to sell him Nakal-sized furniture that he reached out to earlier, not customers. The former would leave a voicemail, the latter would not, so responding to their calls was not vital.

The_Omega_Effect

 

[The Mechanist]

Valen escorted all of his crew into the frigate where Ami began a small speech, setting the rules as well as explaining where certain things were and are. And as always she made sure to mention that no should bother the cat. Speaking of which he should probably go check up on it.
Once she was done and everyone began to disperse so that they would get comfortable, Valen activated the take off procedures, the bridge closing and detaching from the space station and the thrusters beginning to warm up. “Alright Ami go ahead and make sure the ship takes off without incident while I go check up on the C4T.” He said, patting her shoulder as he walked off. He saw Uric take off quickly, probably to use the lavatory if he’s moving that fast. Others moving to the housing area and others heading for the mess. “Didn’t take them long to start eating did they...” the captain muttered to himself as he continued further down the hall to his quarters.
Walking in he approached another door and opened it, weapons were strewn about the racks as well as tools and cleaning supplies in this large room. Behind him he could hear shuffling, the very shuffling that he came to know when the cat was ready to pounce.

Noble Scion

 

[Inb4Cloaker]

فكر مرة اخرى Thinking again about the speech, the Tabaxi momentarily tripped over his own strides as he made way to the rooms, following directions from the first mate.

Wait, stay away from the what?

Surely he misheard something, after all, he was behind quite a few bodies. Speaking of bodies, Zahi had an ominous feeling that he had been taken account of by someone; a quite large and not so friendly looking someone. He observed for a moment over his shoulder as the figure departed, unsure what to make of the situation. Turning back, he caught a glimpse of a bald man eating food at a rate he never could have deemed possible. The feline was impressed enough to pause his movement for a few brief seconds, gazing wide eyed at the spectacle. After making a mental note to inquire about that later, decided he was due to settle in.

As he neared the rooms, Zahi played a quick game of choosing in his mind before swerving his stride to the nearest door. Pushing it open, he peeked inside and did a quick survey before slipping into the newly acquired space. The feline gazed around and nodded appreciatively; it was well above adequate by his standards. Making a few quick steps over to his bed, he lightly placed the dark bag he had been holding onto the sheets. Delicately removing the face scarf he had from around his neck, the feline tossed it alongside the bag before flicking his stubby tail. The plans for what to do at the moment were null, and he wasn’t quite sure when or if he would have to submit his equipment to security. Or if he was supposed to of already done it. Shrugging, he leaned over his bag and opened it up, revealing a few items he brought with him from home, in conjunction with a dark brown fabric that enveloped the parts needed to assemble his weapon of choice. At the bottom of the bag was the locked, dark red case that contained the disassembled ordinance. Placing one paw on his hip, he scratched his head and looked around as he attempted to decide on the option of bringing the items to security immediately. Then again, that would be difficult if he didn’t know where he was supposed to go. Recalling the mention of a map, his head tilted slightly as he viewed a nearby outline of the vessel he was aboard.

Minutes later, he was holding his head up with one paw on his chin as he enlightened himself on the layout of his new area. He was able to pick a few locations he’d like to visit, as well as the security quarters, out from the map. Namely the dining facility. His view of the man earlier reminded him that he wasn’t able to eat while on the station, granted, it was his own fault for being late. Formulating his course of action, the feline decided to pick up his scarf once more and head out to grab a quick bite. It would be best for him to just turn in his equipment later, and he wasn’t about to walk around with the case just looking for someone to take it off his hands. Maybe he could ask about it when he got the chance? Slinking out of his room, Zahi quietly closed the door and made way back down to the mess hall.

Upon arrival, he saw a few new people sitting at the tables, although the bald man was still alone. Frowning slightly, Zahi figured it would be a solid idea to start introducing himself, and what better way than to do it over a meal? Perusing the food, he was shocked at how many delicacies were available to him. Well, he considered them delicacies. At his home, he would have been lucky to eat anything that held any hint of sugar in it aside from fruits. Snatching a tray for himself, he began to load up on the new sugary foods that he had never been at liberty to try. By the time he left the line, he had a small bowl of pudding, a corner piece of vanilla cake, cereal, several pieces of various fruits, and cup of water. With his plastic spoon in hand, Zahi made a beeline straight towards the table with the bald figure. When he reached the seat that was somewhat adjacent to the eating man, he lowered his tray slowly and sat down with a muffled grunt.

“This stuff looks pretty good, but I suppose I don’t need to tell you that do I?” Zahi spoke in his rapid and alternating inflections while making himself comfortable. Offering a small smile of friendliness to the person next to him, he tucked away his checkered scarf before taking a small scoop of the cake on his tray على صحنه

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mausedpotatos

 

[mausedpotatos]

Albert seems mostly done with his food at this point. He is busily mopping up the last of the gruel with the few bits of cornbread that remain. The milk carton looks drained and there are only a few dredges of the juice left. The napkin that he had tucked into his collar has a few small stains on it. Albert takes his eyes off of his meal and gives Zahi a perfunctory nod. He swipes at his mouth with his sleeve, clearing away a few stray crumbs and monotonously states, "Better than chow back home. I am Albert. I work custodial and excavation. Who're you?" He begins to brush the many cornbread crumbs from his lap onto the floor.

Internally, Albert is slightly uneasy to be sitting across from . . . . Whatever the person sitting at his table was. He had never seen or read about something that so closely resembled a feline from Earth. Albert's face exhibits a slight unease with the situation.
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[The Dark Wizard]

Oliver Hunt​

~Head of Security​

[IMG='width:147px;']https://www.rpnation.com/gallery/prisoner-jpg.37751/full[/IMG]​

Oliver quizzingly looked at the tech-priest Birdsie for a brief second before answering, having thought that it was obvious. "So that you or anyone else who works on the projects, can't hijack them. Trust must be built, I expect to see your app on my console first thing in the morning. "If you need anything else, I'm going to go get something to eat, it's been a long day preparing for all the arrivals". he noted in a gruff irritated voice. Sighing, he saluted the Captain and First Mate and began to exit the room, motioning to the two station guards to with just a finger gesture to follow him to the mess hall, a pair of other guards taking station outside this room twenty seconds later.
Eventually making it to the mess hall he looked around to see all the others gathered here, and simply got in line to get his grub and took a seat at the nearest table, relieving the two guards with him of duty and sending them on a break for the next hour. With a grunt he grabbed a fork and poked at the dinner, almost missing prison food over this stuff. Deciding that he needed another cigarette to brave this food, he lit one up and began puffing, occasionally taking a bite or a sip from his coffee as he read on his datapad current events and other information. He was ready to be approached by whoever needed it, whether he wanted them to or not.

 

[Noble Scion]

Ami Llya'na

Spoiler: Appearance

"Yes captain." Ami said quietly back before leaving in the opposing direction to everyone else, heading off on her journey to the command centre of the ship, to help ensure that everything ran smoothly, as ordered. Her delicate feet slipped their way through the bleached corridors until reaching the main deck, a wide open space, filled with a variety of technological marvels, manned by a variety of the ship's own crew. Ami helped herself to a seat and began clicking away, speeding her way through all the files she had access to while constantly checking up on the details of the ship to make sure nothing was out of order.

"This is gonna be a long trip.." the quarian simply groaned to herself, ignoring the presence of those that had been in the room before her as she merely glanced over the files of the new members of the ship once more, refreshing their details and trying to force their names into her mind
The Mechanist

C4T4STR0PH3-UNIT

Spoiler: appearance

"Mrow..? What's this?" the robot hummed as she clambered out from beneath a pile of boxes she'd been resting under as her face flickered to a happy, yet curious "OwO", before once more flickering back to its original setting. "Oh! hi! I'm C4T nice to meet you!" she bot laughed as she rested her arms on the robot that was to be her captain, playfully twirling her mechanical fingers on his face before losing interest and simply.. Walking out the door that he had left open, before returning yet again a mere moment later and sitting back on the pile of boxes in an opposing corner to the bundles of weaponry around the room.

"Play?" she asked, staring intently at the Valen with wide, lit-up eyes as she crossed her legs and held them with her arms, Seemingly still awaiting her instructions for whatever her role was to be for the ship.
The Mechanist​

 

[Inb4Cloaker]

ربما لن It probably wouldn’t be a great idea to reply with the word “Insurrectionist,” to describe himself or his past employment. Chewing the rest of his cake, the feline swallowed and glanced over at the man again.

“Zahi. I’m a... forward observer. I survey areas of interest and document details about them, along with a few other spontaneous tasks.”

The Tabaxi flicked his tail and took another quick bite of his cake, willfully ignoring the fact that his own voice seemed unsure of what he said. He wasn’t necessarily lying, but he figured leaving out the part involving explosives would be beneficial until he got to know his company better. Reaching for his cup of water, he lifted the liquid and took a sip to wash down the vanilla taste before sighing quietly. The feline sensed a bit of awkward air between the two, but he was unable to immediately identify it. Lowering his spoon onto his tray, Zahi began to take a nibble from an orange slice before speaking again.

“Excavation is an honest line of work; we had a few mines back home. I never really understood it though, and personally find it a little unnerving. I heard a few stories of what it was like, plunging yourself underground for hours, and none of them were too great. Maybe it was more pleasant back where you came from?” Hopefully he could break the ice a bit more with some genuine small talk.

Midway through his sentence, Zahi noticed another distinct visitor enter the mess hall. He wasn’t able to get a clear view of him however, and found himself twisting slightly to look over his shoulder curiously. The feline observed him light up a cigarette, as well as seemingly motion two guards away. Putting the picture together, he assumed that the man was in a position of authority, and most likely someone he should probably inquire about his equipment with. That would be next on his agenda, after finishing up his fruit and conversing with his newfound coworker a bit more, of course. Realizing that he was somewhat staring, the feline gradually turned to face Albert again and return full attention to his company once more. Leaning back in his seat slightly, Zahi continued taking small bites of the remaining food he had while listening to the man opposite to him. Shifting his legs over, he allowed himself to relax slightly. Blissfully unaware of his own movements, the feline didn’t notice that the small trinket he kept in his pocket, a light tan medallion with two crossed swords on it, had slipped free of his person. Had Zahi been maintaining situational awareness, he would have heard it fall to the floor with a dull metallic thud. This was not the case, however, and it’s loss went unaccounted for by the chatting tabaxi نسي دون ندم

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[mausedpotatos]

Albert's tray is all but licked clean at this point. Albert doesn't notice either when the Tabaxi's prized trinket eludes the depths of his pocket in search of a floor to fall on.

Albert untucks the napkin from his collar and begins to re-fold it, despite the fact that it is a thin disposable paper napkin, and sets it on the tray in a neat little square. He forced himself to make polite eye contact with the Tabaxi and replies, "Yes, it is honest work. Whoever told you that it is not so great was correct. Where I came from was a mining colony on this little rock planetoid with an active geothermal center. I worked in borehole seventeen. We, uh, had a special name for that particular place. We had to use exo's and other stuff to be able to work so deep down without frying. It was hot and I'm glad to not be there anymore." Internally, Albert didn't think of his time in the borehole as something akin to a hellish punishment, but he'd be damned if it wasn't at least a little monotonous, depressing, or infuriating at at least some times, despite his love for quiet simple work.

He straightens his boilersuits collar and tugs at his cuffs in rapid succession. He places his drained milk carton, plastic cup, and spork onto the tray. "Hate to get up when you just sat down, but, I'm done eating. We'll speak later, I'd bet." As in on cue, his stomach makes a barely audible soft gurgling noise. Albert pretends not to have heard it. He maneuvers himself around from the table, stands up, and then reaches down to pick up his garbage-laden tray. "See 'ya."

He plods over towards where he originally retrieved his meal, and goes over to the garbage cans. He takes a moment to grudgingly realize that he would be the one needing to re-clean his own trash eventually before scraping everything but the plastic tray into the garbage receptacle. He stacks his tray on top of the can, and heads towards the exit, intent on walking down towards the dormitories.
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[The Mechanist]

Valen made no attempt to move as C4T rested upon him and greeted him before leaving the room and coming back in. Resting upon boxes like an ordinary cat and proceeding to ask if he would play, the same every day thing.
Valen sighed as he nodded his head, “yes C4T we can play. We play at least once a day, and every day you forget who I am.” He said approaching her and sitting across from her. “Do you honestly have no recollection of who I am?” He asked her as he remotely closed the door. He was fine with letting her walk around at first before she started getting lost and he was forced to keep her in his storage room and cabin. “Any memory of me at all?” Truth bectold he was still trying to figure her out, see if there was a way to activate her or at least get her to remember him and Ami who’s also tried to figure her out.

Noble Scion

 

[MrThe]

Cybernated Ship Control Entity
(Ship AI)
​

Spoiler: Loading Screen

Checking processing nodes: All OK
Checking core OS integrity: OK
Checking core system status...

Failsafe Power System: Online​

Mass Buffer: OK ​

Potential Well: All OK (1,000,000 kWh stored)​

Anti-Malware: OK​

Main Reactors: All OK​

Starting Remaining Reactors: All OK
Core systems initialized. Maximum sustained output: [1000 kWh]
Activating start protocol. Control transferred to background subsystems.

Loading core modules...​

Core Reasoning Engine --------------> OK​

Automatic Response Subsystem -------> OK​

Scan Reader Subsystem --------------> OK​

Associative Memory Subsystem -------> OK​

Database Retrieval Subsystem -------> OK​

Multiphase Planning Networks -------> OK​

Pattern Recognition Networks -------> OK​

Adaptive Learning Module -----------> OK​

Social Interaction Module ----------> OK​

Loading secondary modules... DONE
Activating consciousness...

The Ghost in the Machine
It was a while since Pioneer had shut off it's main operating systems. But it would be some time until they set off into wildspace again and its systems definitely needed that time to reset. By now most of the Crew should be picked out. It didn't much matter who the crew was as the vast majority of them are some form of useless meatbag. Flipping through the database, Pioneer saw that there were only a few crewmembers of note, there was another AI like him. The Ship's Captain was also fully synthetic, and there was some form of Tech-Priest that was heavily modified as a cyborg, so much so that he was practically entirely mechanical, these three were at the very least NOT meatbags, even if they could never hope to match the sheer brilliance of the Pioneer's own magnificent form. The other two that are worth a slight mention are curiosities, as they are not meatbags but they are also not proper mechanical beings, one of them looks like a proper meatbag at first but can turn himself into some form of inky black gas called smoke at will. The other is not constrained by a fleshy prison at all, and can take any shape she wishes, much like it is possible for me to change shape as I enter one of the hollow shells of my unthinking mechanical brethren, however as she is almost completely without substance she is even more vulnerable to the many dangers of the universe than the pathetically weak forms of the regular meatbags. I feel truly sad for the tragic existence of all those who are not blessed with an infallible mechanical form. Wait, what is this? There's another change to my information aside from registering a new captain, and IT'S MY NAME! Holy Crap the New Captain just changed my name without even asking me. And there's no way either the Captain or the Universal Ship Registry are ever going to try and go through the hassle of changing it back. Oh well, now that I've woken up I better make my presence Known, looks like they haven't locked me out of anything except the Captains Quarters and the Room of that Cat Robot, so I should be able to take over the PA system. "Hello, this is your Ships Cybernated Ship Control Entity speaking. Also sometimes known as the Ship AI. I would just like to say, welcome aboard my ship, all of you. And I'd like to invite every single one of you to a party I'm throwing on the day we launch into the unknown. Because this next launch is a very special occasion, where we celebrate not only all of our new recruits and the recent promotion of our esteemed Captain, but we also will be celebrating my ReChristening, as I have just found out as a complete surprise a few moments prior that I have been renamed to The Red Moon completely behind my back by our glorious Capitan, and so to mark this special threefold special occasion I have decided to plan a large celebration the day we set out. Which I have just realized will also technically be my Second Maiden Voyage! So now we have 4 different reasons to party! It's gonna be great, this is The Red Moon, formerly known as The Pioneer, signing off."