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Before the captain could respond, the Junebug and Sybil could sense the reavers getting a little closer than Sybil would like. She had no idea what they'd do to her, what with her not being all squishy-like. She didn't particularly like being stuck as the Junebug's onboard AI if it came to the Reavers taking the ship and loading it with traps. She had enough trouble with the concept of people living inside her as it was, and she really had a fondness for her person body. She wasn't exactly sure how the captain would react to what she was about to do, and she didn't really like the idea of it even, since it put her in charge. But she had to if she was going to keep the people inside her current body safe.
"Captain, I'm awful regretful I gotta to do this, but I'm a-gonna have to take off. The reavers are mighty close and I ain't keen on waitin' no longer. If'n you're lookin' to have more passengers, then those bughouse rejects may be some of 'em." She slowly closed the airlock, still waiting for approval, but she didn't like the alternative any more than what she thought of as commandeering this man's ship while he was on board. Even without him on board, it just wasn't in her disposition (since it seems so weird to talk about her "nature").
She quickly switched to the ship-wide speakers. "This is your pilot again. All passengers have boarded, and we will depart as soon as the airlock is closed. I guarantee a smooth takeoff, but we may encounter some turbulence. In the event we are chased by Reavers, please refrain from all electronic communication, as it could interfere with this baby's reaction times." And I don't need the distractions. "I will do everything necessary to prevent their boarding, however."
She switched back to the intercom nearest the captain. "We got someone to work the engines if things go south? I might need help with some of the tricky stuff."
The airlock doors were already sealed, and she started the engines, maneuvering away from the station in a way that she hoped wouldn't make it look like they were running in fear. Reavers are more likely to give chase to someone who runs. More of a thrill.
"Captain, I'm awful regretful I gotta to do this, but I'm a-gonna have to take off. The reavers are mighty close and I ain't keen on waitin' no longer. If'n you're lookin' to have more passengers, then those bughouse rejects may be some of 'em." She slowly closed the airlock, still waiting for approval, but she didn't like the alternative any more than what she thought of as commandeering this man's ship while he was on board. Even without him on board, it just wasn't in her disposition (since it seems so weird to talk about her "nature").
She quickly switched to the ship-wide speakers. "This is your pilot again. All passengers have boarded, and we will depart as soon as the airlock is closed. I guarantee a smooth takeoff, but we may encounter some turbulence. In the event we are chased by Reavers, please refrain from all electronic communication, as it could interfere with this baby's reaction times." And I don't need the distractions. "I will do everything necessary to prevent their boarding, however."
She switched back to the intercom nearest the captain. "We got someone to work the engines if things go south? I might need help with some of the tricky stuff."
The airlock doors were already sealed, and she started the engines, maneuvering away from the station in a way that she hoped wouldn't make it look like they were running in fear. Reavers are more likely to give chase to someone who runs. More of a thrill.