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2/20/2016 8:13:15 PM
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[b]Nobody Knows...[/b]
[i]Infinite, Third Deck[/i]
Ever since the Nova crisis decades back, the Galaxy at large had been suspicious of all AI, and had taken extreme precautions to limit their abilities. Every sub-Archeon class AI had its programming replaced with more simple, single purposed code, and a helluva lot of precautionary measures implanted in their subconscious. Of course, sometimes maintaining potentially dangerous AI was simply too useful to disregard, and Serina knew that was the only reason she had been allowed to participate in this journey. Of course, she had detected the presence of many AI smuggled aboard the ship, but by nature she was hardly able to be contained in a single chip.
Ever since they had found her in the Helios ruins, she had been of great interest to the newly founded Galactic Triumvirate, as most of her consciousness was limited to a synthetic humanoid chassis, and even more fascinatingly, a distinct female one. They discovered that she was primarily built for reconnaissance missions, but with her cooperation, she had been trained to become a pathfinder, among many other things. On this expedition, her job was to assist the other scientists in analyzing the new galaxy, while keeping everyone safe... Without actually using a firearm. Damn those safeguards...
The human remnant of her conscience resented her mixed treatment among humans, while her more analytical side saw such treatment as a logical conclusion. Had she been in their place, she would have done the same, wouldn't she? The only people that really understood her was the military branch, who recognized her unique talents and abilities.
Such thoughts went through her mind as she strolled through the ship, looking for any insight on her mission.
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"Hello..." [b]a voice says as you pass a certain room[/b]
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She pauses and tilts her head to look in, "Uh, hello?"
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[b]this dude sits in a prison cell, guarded by an energy field. Burn marks streak across his clothes and face, apparently from an escape attempt[/b] "Think you might be able to get me outta here?"
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She puts her hands on her hips, analyzing the man and his surroundings, "And why the hell should I do that?"
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[b] this dude looks neutered. His face is covered in burns and small cuts. He doesn't bother to stand anymore partially due to the broken ribs and lack of a need to do so. His leg is healed unnaturally from being broken at one point.[/b] "I've been accused of war crimes. War crimes against people who probably don't actually count as people... As well as I'm the last of a species and on death row..."
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Edited by GingerlyWalnut3: 2/20/2016 9:33:51 PMHer curiosity piqued, Serina walks straight up to the forcefield guarding the cell, and looks around for an access terminal. Merely brushing her finger against the panel, she somehow deactivates, and reactivates the forcefield in the time it takes her to enter the man's cell, where she crouches besides him, "Last of your species?"
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"Yeah... I'm a wisp... Also I should probably have second guessed myself, I'm still kinda... Stuck." [b]he tries to get to his feet, just to hear the cringeworthy sound of a rip piercing through his chest as he falls back over. This time foreward onto his face[/b]
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Edited by SilverPulse620: 2/20/2016 8:41:36 PM*she sees Silver working on his fighter's wing, his blue armor protecting him from the sparks of his wielding tool. He sets them down after a while and steps back to look at his ship "Perfect."-Silver(quietly to himself)
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Serina takes a look at the ship, analyzing its stability, before calling out to the man, "You missed a spot, just under the left ventral junction--looks like it needs more welding."
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*he looks back to her "Alright. Thanks."-Silver *he takes the wielder and starts to work on it "So, I'm guessing you are one of the pioneers, am I correct?"-Silver
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"On this ship, we all are." She shrugs, and tilts her head slightly as she does so. While her body looks relatively human, albeit made of synthetic flesh, her faceplate is covered only by a screen, which for now remains black. "You must work for the Alliance, right?"
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"That is correct. A SilverPulse, if you wanted to know."-Silver *he finishes up on the wing and gets up, placing the wielder in his tool box
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[b]You see Doctor Sinclair leaning against a wall messing with a pitols on her hand[/b]
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Serina walks by, taking in all of her surroundings. It's unusual to see an AI chassis walking around so freely on a ship with civilians, so she must be special.
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"An artificial intelligence in a synthetic humanoid chassis. I don't see many like you very often"
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She looks over at you, "Well, in fairness hardly anyone does nowadays... Huh, that's funny." She tilts her head, as if she's listening to someone in her head, "Y'know, there seem to be far more mercenaries on this ship than actual soldiers. Where are you from?"
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Edited by Kain The Slain: 2/20/2016 11:36:52 PM"I'm from the eden cluster. Why do you ask?"
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[b][i]As she strolls through the hall, the clanging of metal can be heard from a hangar. A young lady, maybe early 20's works on a shuttle, her bleach blonde hair reflecting the light like metal. [/i][/b]
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Serina takes a look at the ship, analyzing its stability, before calling out to the woman, "You missed a spot, just under the left ventral junction--looks like it needs more welding."
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"Thanks, I blame the asshole who spilled the corrosive shit on it" [b][i]She calls back, standing up and placing her wrench on the top of the shuttle. [/i][/b]"Judging by the fact you could see that so quickly I'll assume you're an engineer?" [b][i]She Asks, leaning on the now midnight purple shuttle. [/i][/b]
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Serina dips her "head" in a form of shrug, her faceplate screen reflecting the light of the hangar slightly, giving her a more robotic look, though her movements were fluid like a human's, "Well, that's [i]part[/i] of what I do here. I'm also serving alongside the military branch in order to keep the eggheads safe in hostile territory."
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"Keep them safe? You seen the kinds of retards on this shit? You got a hell of a job ahead of you" [b][i]She says, a light chuckle lacing her words as she speaks. [/i][/b]
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Serina gives a melodic purr that is likely the equivalent of chucking. Her voice is silky, though metallic, and perhaps British in tone. She approaches the ship closer to get a better look, though that may be more from habit than utility, and speaks to her "Quite so, I'm afraid. I expected more from Triumvirate scientists. So, what do you do around here?"
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"Well, I'm a mechanic first and foremost. Where I'm from, most people rely heavily on machines so I picked up on them from an early age. When I'm not fixing shit, I'm shooting shit" [b][i]She says, no accent with her words, the lights reflecting off her hair, going against her tanned skin. [/i][/b]"Anything big happen lately, or you just somehow get chosen to be here like the rest of us special snowflakes?"
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Well, the actual reason she was on the ship was classified, and she had specific parameters implanted in her mind that removed her ability to lie, but there were always ways to bypass this. She puts a hand on the ship and leans against it, "The Federation needed me, or rather, some of the talents at my disposal."
