Discussion in 'WARFACT' started by Nue, Apr 14, 2017.

  1. Havoas gave the nervous Eric a long look, noting especially his silver eyes and his hints at curiosity, before letting out a small chuckle. "My friend! You are the Science Officer...Yes? The LEADER of my science team? If you think that your job has not started since the moment you signed up, then you're not doing your job correctly." The captain put his feet up on the dashboard, looking out at the observation window. "A job is much more than some dumb words on a paper. It's a role, and you must act as that role accordingly." As he finished his words, just like clockwork, A.N.T.I finished the launching protocols and the Rimor-127 hummed to life as it's engines turned on and escorted the spaceship out of Upsilon's Hanger bay. "Observe." As Havoas spoke to Eric, it seemed less of a lecture and more of a conversation, like he just wanted someone to talk to. The ship went further and further out, until Havoas, with the wave of his hand and the stroll of his voice, said "Alright A.N.T.I, I think it's time we hit this thing into warp speed! ring up an announcement, tell our crew we are approaching warp speed shortly and to attend to their stations!" A.N.T.I Agreed, to which the Captain made one last request: "Oh! And play some music up here! Make it soft and smooth, your choice."

    Havoas looked over to Eric, clasping his hands and looking at the spaceport one last time before the ship went to warp speed, fading the spaceport into a distant memory."See, that's your job, to play your role, from the moment you are on this ship to the moment you leave, you are this you agree? It's okay if you think I'm wrong, but do realize that if you think I am...I will ask you why." He said those last few words in a sly and wistful manner as he flipped his hat over his head and drifted into thought, keeping his ears open for any addional comments that may arise as the Rimor-127 makes its decent into the unknown.
  2. Besides cameras and microphones, A.N.T.I. had few sensors. Some level of detecting electromagnetism and sudden changes in smell were obligatory to keeping the ship safe, but as always, being able to see where the crew (and especially the captain) was, and what they were talking about, was the most important. As such, as the sudden slight thrust was completely hidden to A.N.T.I., the change in scenery was the only indicator that they were taking off.

    Yet again it’s microphones picked up the quickly recognized voice of the captain, and after passing through a few processes of validation and interpretation, the low, deep hum from the already active engines started getting brighter and louder. In the rooms people were, the speakers sparked to life with a message. “Attention to all crew. The Rimor-127 will momentarily approach warp speed. Please remain calm and at your positions, inertia cancellation is in effect. Thank you.”

    Music. A million “thoughts” passed through A.N.T.I.’s “brain”. It had been trained on music and its effect on human and similar brains. Of all travels to go on, space exploration was perhaps the most stressing, especially to newcomers. They would need to be relaxed. The piano had often such effects, and so does violins too, but there was a thin line between relaxing and creepy with those. Perhaps going for some classical composition wasn’t the optimal choice, different species’ interpretation of the music might be misleading. Instead, A.N.T.I. started an old lounge track, before retreating back in it’s mind.

  3. Things were progressing somewhat smoothly compared to the potential numerous worst case scenarios the Security Officer played in his head. There were many things to do though from setting up protocol to training up a band of random volunteers to make sure they were aware of his adoptation of the imperial military doctrine. There was so much freedom, but at the same time there was little to no assistance on this matter.

    Over time the cafeteria filtered out, leaving only Lieutenant Bourbon and a few others who decided to stay and mingle with one another. Mikolas took a moment to visually inspect those who remained. “Well? Come on you all the ship isn’t going to familiarize itself!” He exclaimed with new found enthusiasm as he ushered everyone out the door. He’d take a minute to look over his shoulder at one of the many cameras and shoot a slight grin. “No offense.” He said, his comment directed towards the AI that most certainly picked up on his ‘familiarize’ statement. He had almost completely disregarded the announcement in his moment of energetic encouragement.

    “Sir I think we are going t-“ The sudden reminder from a random security staff member was the saving grace to those being ‘assisted’ out of the cafeteria by the Lieutenant.

    “Oh-! Hold up then!” Mikolas quickly said as he reached out and grabbed two of the crew members so to hold them still. Now they waited, all of them in very, very close proximity with one another during this jump.

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  4. Valarie had stayed in the cafeteria for a long time. Her thoughts still yet on everything that has been discussed. She also didn't wish to get stuck in a hall way during the jump with people she didn't know. A large space she didn't mind the idea as much. Valarie knew she would however after finally meeting some of the crew. Her net priority would be heading to familiarize herself with where her quarters were.

    Valarie once shaking her mind out of her thoughts from acknowledging exactly what the Lieutenant had said and the crowd finally seeming thinned out. She began to slowly make her own way exit the cafeteria. That was until she felt someone grab her arm stopping her. She didn't hear the reminder of the jump. But after stopping soon realized why someone had taken her arm. Valarie then turned her head to see who it was and exactly how close they now stood. She noticed the Lieutenant and another member of the crew who it seemed had also been grabbed to stand still.

    "Um thank you." Valarie commented not sure what else to say. She was glad someone had realized they were about to jump before everyone had exited. Once the jump finished she was certain they could all space out a bit more comfortably again. "So your Lieutenant Mikolas correct sir?" Valarie asked deciding it would be good to make sure she knew who her other boss on this ship was to be. Why not them go ahead and become somewhat acquainted.

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  5. "My role... I don't know if I agree or disagree, yet," Eric replied to the captain. Certainly not the best thing to say to your new captain on your first day. But he didn't strike Eric as alike to many other military officers. "I'll do my best, sir." There it was. That familiar feeling as though he was talking to his father.

    The jump to warp had not caused him much concern. Though he suspected that was due to the vessel's inertia cancellation that prevented them all from feeling the sudden and immense acceleration.

    When the music started in Eric was a little confused. He had not put much time into listening to music. Just noise, of no more importance than any other noise in the mass of sounds protruding through the ship. Music was merely coded sound. And he judged that this A.N.T.I saw it as much too. Nevertheless the track did help him to feel a little at ease.

    Eric took a step back before remembering the proper protocol. "Permission to be dismissed, sir?"

    His role. Eric's role, according to his father, was to continue his research. For that he would need samples, new specimens, on which to conduct his experiments. Was that not his role? Or was his role as a science officer to the crew and to the captain?
  6. A.N.T.I's music strummed on as the stars zoomed on by like streaks of light down the Wildspace Hyperlane. Havoas listened intently to what Eric had to say, although it didn't seem like it as he had his legs crossed up upon the control desk and a hat tipped over his eyes. Eric decided to end his thoughts with "Permission to be dismissed, sir?"
    Thoughts of the Science Officer stirred in his mind. Or whatever 'thoughts' they were. How is a Leader supposed to decide for others if they cannot decide for themselves?
    "Permission granted, but don't think about it too long..."

    A few lonely weeks passed, and all the Captain could do was sit back and talk to A.N.T.I while dousing himself in frozen yogurt. Everything was fine for these few days until all of a sudden, a small, red blinking light threw his whole day into disarray. "Ah crap, that's not good at all...Not even a few weeks in and it seems we have found intelligent life. ANTI!! Stop this ship before you hit something, would ya?"
    The blinking light came from something big that stumbled its way into the hyperspace lane, usually an asteroid or some imperial ship debris, but this one is different: not only is it in the way of our hyperspace lane, but it is also using some form of broadcasting system technology, ANTI picked it up right away, and enough proof of advanced life in Wild Space. Sure enough, as the ship slid to a halt just mere miles from the thing, shaking the ship, causing a few engineering errors to occur, and causing everyone to take a stumble as the ship halted in front of some sort of space station.
    Of course, most of it was shrouded in mystery, as a giant, thick green cloud surrounded the station. The design of the station was...odd, to say the least. It was functional, yet definitely alien. Or at least at first glance, it was. Upon further inspection, along with the station's green-stained hull, painted in a very dull orange, one could see the emblem of D.A.R.G: The orange triangle with three stars in its center. Along with it the motto of "Love. Unity. Merit." pasted on the emblem's sides.

    The thought of a D.A.R.G station, or any Imperial station for that matter, being this far out into wild space confused Havoas greatly. and not only that, but save for some external transport vehicles, and some lights, the station was still very functional, glowing an eerie green inside the space cloud and broadcasting an encrypted signal. Altogether an incomprehensible oddity, but then again that is to be expected for an exploration mission in wild space, right?

    Oh, but how to realize that even in wild space, the Imperials still have their claims. Havoas gave a small chuckle before bestowing commands.
    "Anti, if you could be a kind AI and unencrypt that broadcast signal for me, that'd be grand. Also, check the surroundings, I don't want this weird D.A.R.G contraption giving my ship any problems now."

    He then turned to the announcer, eager to bother some of his crew. "ATTENTION CREWMEMBERS!!! It seems that we have ran into an 'unexpected error' during our hyperspace mission, and we are currently finding a way to deal with it. If I could have all officers report to the bridge for a proper debriefing ASAP, it would be most appreciated!"
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  7. “ANTI!! Stop this ship before you hit something, would ya?"
    Not seeing the importance in audibly accepting the command, A.N.T.I. slowly brought the ship to a halt, a safe distance away from the station. It immediately noticed the signal, and tried to get a good recording for later, as…

    "Anti, if you could be a kind AI and unencrypt that broadcast signal for me, that'd be grand. Also, check the surroundings, I don't want this weird D.A.R.G contraption giving my ship any problems now."

    It was strange, really, getting those commands in that order. Safety first, an old informal saying had been back on Earth. Nonetheless, orders were orders, and so A.N.T.I. got to work decoding the incoming signal.


    A quick metaphorical glance at the signal returned a high confidence in the encryptions Lorexian nature. Of course A.N.T.I. had looked into Lorexian encryption techniques. It hadn’t been its first priorities, but it was definitely on the list. A second or two of converting later, and the resulting sound file was clear as day.

    “Captain,” the speakers on the bridge said, “the signal is a sound file, appearing to be music, though unlike any music known to my libraries. Further analysis required.” With that, nothing visible or audible on the bridge changed, but A.N.T.I. put its resources partly to understanding the signal, partly to running a scan of the station.
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  8. Mikolas paused and stared at the girl for a few split seconds, her thanks being the thing that had snapped him back into gear as he released the girl and straightened his posture. “*Ahem* Sorry about that. These jumps can be rather sporadic.” The Lieutenant said with a chuckle. He gave the girl a nod, his maw opening once more as if a word were being formed... Suddenly the intercom crackled to life, causing Mikolas to go silent to hear what was being announced.

    The announcement was rather unexpected. For starters he didn’t believe there was nothing to debrief about... Then again the stop did feel rather sudden. What did they find on the bridge?

    “... Well change of pace. Walk with me real quick. If the captain wants me to muster up some personnel at least you’ll be somewhat informed.” Mikolas said while giving Valarie a heavy pat on the back. “Congratulations on the field promotion! I’ll fill out the paper work when things calm down again.” With that the security officer started towards the bridge, confident that the newly appointed NCO would perhaps follow him to the answers they now seeked.

    The trip to the bridge took time, then again it wasn’t like they were sounding general quarters and sprinting to their posts. When he arrived the Lieutenant approached his captain and adjusted his BDU cap before standing idle at a attention stance. “Seems like you’ll be earning a few stories to tell from this expedition afterall, captain.” Mikolas commented, pausing to stare at their findings before adding. “I hope it isn’t a story on how you started a new war between two of the biggest factions in the galaxy, sir. Perhaps we could send a hail?”
  9. Seeing A.N.T.I work on things all over the ship was still difficult to get used to. Yes sure she had dealt with AMI's and what not handling different tasks before but this was different.

    Smooth, fast and efficient.
    Sometimes she wondered if the ship even needed a crew at all.

    Averie let out something between a moan and a grunt and leaned back in her seat. Since the ship was capable of autonomous space travel and was fresh of the yard there was very little to manage at the moment. Hell you could still see your own reflection in the floor around the generators. Which was tuned to a prime by the way, thank you very much for taking away my favourite thing to look forward too.

    "ATTENTION CREWMEMBERS" A message hailed over the internal comms. "Finally! the weeks of stillness are letting up" Averie exclaimed and got up looking around for the engineering officer. Her shift was ending soon anyway so perhaps she could tag along and get a first row seat on what was going on. Apparently said officer was not in the engineering bay, thus likely in the office or elsewhere already on the way to the bridge. With a quick apology and heads up to her shift mate she dashed of towards the bridge.
  10. Valarie turned her attention away from the Lieutenant for a moment hearing the sound of the intercom going off. Listening to the announcement had Valarie start to wonder what possibly was going on. She didn't have to ask permission to follow for it seemed she was just given a promotion. Today was certainly full of surprises and things she had not expected. "Thank You Sir, I'll try not to disappoint." She simply stated.

    With that Valarie began to follow the Lieutenant to there destination for the briefing the Captain mentioned. Moving along Valarie was rather quiet. She took the advantage of the walk to get accustomed to a new sector of the ship and it's hall ways. Once they arrived in front of their Captain Valarie looked between him and the Lieutenant listening to the exchange of words. Valarie was now quiet curious if the Captain somehow did have them possibly upset one of the greater powers in their Galaxy.

    A new war wouldn't be good for anyone one right now. Especially if it was caused by one ship that just formed together. There was simply much about the crew itself she still needed to learn. A war isn't something Valarie feels she's ready to go into with this new crew she has joined. She has a feeling others would probably feel the same way.
  11. "A...sound file?" Havoas was frankly dumbfounded when he was told that, after all of that Lorexian BS, the only thing they're broadcasting here is a dang sound file? Forget about possibly starting a war! Why would something this far out only broadcast a sound file? Shouldn't it be sending help signals? Is there even living beings in there? This raises way too many questions, questions that which, Havoas currently cannot answer.
    Did he turn around to see all of his officers...and some...non-officers? Not supposed to be up here, but now truly is not the time for Havoas to be questioning the decisions of his officers. So long as they don't go about spreading rumors of something or another, they should be fine.
    The Captain scratched his head awkwardly for a few moments of silence before it was broken by Lieutenant Mikolas. “Seems like you’ll be earning a few stories to tell from this expedition after all, captain.”
    The captain smiled a bit and huffed at the thought, but nothing more.
    “I hope it isn’t a story on how you started a new war between two of the biggest factions in the galaxy, sir. Perhaps we could send a hail?”
    The Captain waved a hand at his fellow Anigmae, "No no, D.A.R.G isn't the type to start hopping on the war train. If anything, they should've hailed us by now...and yet..."
    He paused, letting the thoughts sink in for a moment.

    "Regardless, I'll take the idea, ANTI if you could...attempt to hail the thing, it would be most appreciated."

    As the AI went to work on hailing the station, Havoas addressed the crew, giving a rundown of the situation. "As you can clearly see, we've encountered ourselves some sort station, out in space. The issue? It's an Imperial Station, although it has no known functionalities other than it farts, and not even going to mention how far out of Imperial Space we are to see this thing! The only hint we have about this station is what you see before you, and a sound file that they've been broadcasting. A.N.T.I will play it for us now!"
    As ANTI ran the code '0.9999452' through, the bridge and all of it's denizens were forced to hear the sound file the station constantly emitted.

    Havoas rubbed his head with even more confusion. "Was It sure didn't feel like music! Oh so many questions to ask our lovely Empire when we get home..."
    Havoas sighed deeply, placing his hands firmly on his hips. "Well, this is...alot of unknowns. Anti, would you kindly check for signs of life in the station, that should help me out"
    "Life signs are detected." A.N.T.I Chimed in return.
    "Well, umm...Any ideas from you guys? Should we leave it be? Board it? There may be people inside! But given their situation they don't seem like the kindly sort. Could be one hell of a grab for the science team though. But this is not my decision alone. What's the plan of action, crew?"

  12. "Regardless, I'll take the idea, ANTI if you could...attempt to hail the thing, it would be most appreciated."
    At the command, A.N.T.I. booted up the signal transmitter’s software. With a chirp, the antenna sparked out a standard greeting message for a Terran ship in another AREA’s space. Having successfully informed the station of their presence, identity, and peaceful intentions, it prepared the scanner to scan for life signs, which, knowing the captain, was the next he’d ask of it.

    And sure enough, moments later after playing the sound file as demanded, the captain sighed and came with the anticipated order. First the thermal scanner. It spun from side to side outside the ship, capturing thermal radiation from the ship and its possible inhabitants. And sure enough, the picture the scanner sent A.N.T.I. made the expected peaks in temperature: around the engine, generator, other vital machine parts, and several organic-looking silhouettes inside the station. “Life signs detected,” A.N.T.I. replied to the order.
    “Do you wish to make a more thorough scan of the station, which could be detected by its crew, or do we send a party?”
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  13. To Mikolas, the revelations the crew got from a first glance were enough to make the security officer greately concerned about the potential dangers in that station. Then the music played, its suspenseful beat only making the anigmae more interested in staying the hell away from the station than anything else. When asked for input the officer chuckled quietly before he spoke.

    “Sir my job is to ensure the wellbeing of the staff. It should be no surprise to you that I am against going near that station.” Mikolas looked to the others then to the captain after adding his rather expected dissenting opinion. “If we do go however... I will personally oversee the security operations for the researchers for I have very Field officers aside from the one I just promoted. We ought to go in pods so to avoid risking the ship and her crew.”

    It was around that time the Ai reported the life forms. Before the captain could give an answer the security officer was quick to pipe up. “Sir. If those are pirates we are not equipped to fend them off on this explorer vessel. Give the order and we can send a team to confirm the life form identities... Or we could just.. Withdraw and stuff.”
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  14. Valarie had been quietly listening to the Captain, her superior, and to A.N.T.I. Her thoughts was on evaluating the information and the crew's situation. "If you don't mind me butting in. I believe a further scan may not be a wise idea but if we wish to check for a possibility to add new equipment or technology for the science team. Then I suggest us creating a small capably team to explore the ship. Maybe only bring one person from the science team with a few of the security and guards. Encase something was to go wrong and things are more of a dangerous situation. I may not of met everyone on this ship but I believe send the right team and the safety of the crew and few members on the other ship will be in good hands."

    She then paused to listen to there thoughts on her idea. Valarie moved slightly to stand more comfortably and placed her hands crossed behind her back.
  15. Havoas took in a deep breath, taking, with great concern, the concerns of his ship and crew. He went through various postures during his thought process, from the classic Thinker to the Sassy Woman. Considering all the options for hostility. "Well, before jumping to conclusions, let's consider what we have, shall we?"

    "Havoas waved a hand at the ship as he spoke. "A.N.T.I. If you can do some further scans of the station, that would be nice, tell us everything about the situation we have. Show me those amazing AI skills you always talk about! As for the situation at hand. There are a few key things to notice. Firstly, if they were truly hostile, they would've attacked us by now, as the only thing we have for cover right now is a few dust clouds. Secondly, We're a little bit too far out in wild space, even for pirate standards. Much less have Imperial stations of this size and stature floating around here, the only ship here aside from us is that transport ship over there, and the poor thing looks like it hasn't been used in ages. Now, I'm not throwing out the possibility of hostility here, but potential harm as of this moment can be thrown out for the time being. However, what bothers me alot is that stupid sound file its music seems...oddly familiar, although I can't put my finger on it. As for technological benefits. I don't see what we could gain from gathering D.A.R.G's things...they already know how to make it if they made it the first time. I suppose there could be some benefit as to how they have living people out this far, but I would have to assume they're just stuck in Cryo. If it were me making the decision, I'd propose a small team, no bigger than, per say, 6 individuals. To drop in stealthily and investigate how it got here, then run out. Bbut to be on the safe side, I'll wait and see what ANTI gives us."
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  16. At the sound of the captain’s permission, A.N.T.I. prepared further scanners for a more detailed search of the station. First, its electronic trace scanner. The finest in recent innovation, this scientific marvel of a device could tell circuit apart from not-circuit, screen and wire apart from everything else. All that was left for A.N.T.I. to do with its raw data, was a minute or two of analysis, and the station’s arsenal of technology was revealed. Again with a whirr the sensor revealed itself from the Rimor’s hull, and begun data collecting.

    Meanwhile, getting more proper data on the life signs would also seem vital. Again the ship’s AI fired up the next scanner, and as it pelted the station with electromagnetism, A.N.T.I. could but hope the station’s crew didn’t mind or wasn’t aware. An X-ray scan on the life signs in it would easily reveal the species that inhabited it, and knowing this, might reveal the station’s faction affiliation.

    Seconds pass. A.N.T.I. patiently await scan results. A program automatically exits, then another. A metaphorical pile of data is dumped on A.N.T.I.’s metaphorical desk. It dedicates some resources for initial familiarizing with the electronics of the station, while trying to analyze the x-ray scans quickly. That almost human skeletal configuration, the unusual ear location, and most notably the snouts and tails, outed the station’s surprisingly large crew as largely anigmae. That was simple enough. Now to the plans of the systems.

    “Captain,” A.N.T.I.’s artificial voice spoke up, “the station is populated by vast numbers. It is hard to get a count, but I estimate a couple thousand. The majority appears anigmae, though some humans are among them, and I’ve also noted the possibility of Lorexians. They are moving rapidly, vigorously, in a manner akin to raving. Please take caution.”

    A.N.T.I. took a brief pause to analyze the systems, properly this time. Thankfully it hardly took long, it was all either basic life-supporting equipment or the same machinery over and over. Not an exciting station, for sure. The speakers aboard Rimor crackled up again to report the findings to the bridge. “The station holds a commonplace defense system, however it is currently inactive. It also houses the necessary rooms and machines to properly facilitate life and all its needs, but most notably is its extensive surveillance system. The inside of the station has a massive number of speakers, cameras, and similar, capable of keeping a watchful eye on the station’s populace at all times and places, and giving them messages whenever need be. With the lack of nearby transport ships and the life support equipment, I have every reason to assume the people inside aren’t supposed to leave.”
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  17. The new bits of information coming from ANTI concerned Mikolas greatly. Being the Security officer the animal considered the worst case scenario. There was one theory however that trumped all other theories, one that explained the lack of transportation along with the excessive movements reported by the scanners. "Its either a prison or a quarantined facility." Mikolas thought aloud before he walked over to the nearest monitor in order to review any findings for his next request.

    "ANTI, can you scan the station's infrastructure and put it up for display? See if there's any control rooms or docking ports for us to send the team to." The Security Officer looked over to the captain, giving him a vary wary look, one that expressed great concerns about this DARG Station. It isn't like DARG to create such a station that didn't care for the well being of its crew in the sense of not providing an escape shuttle. . . Could it be an abandoned station? So many theories now swirled around in the anigmae's head. This was something he himself would have to supervise in order for everything to go smoothly. "If.. You wish to dedicate to this captain then I will be one of the six. I did study station security protocols at the academy, sir." Hopefully this wasn't a decision the anigmae would later on regret...
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  18. Valrie nodded accepting the Captain's decision. She only hoped there was nothing that could detect a scan as any kind of threat in that other ship. Valrie then began to process the Captain's further points on the situation. Valrie knew she so far could fully agree about one thing. A small team of about 6 checking the inside probably couldn't hurt. She also would have to admit to herself after hearing the AI's analysis from everything picked up by the scan. Thousands of people out pretty much the middle of nowhere in space alive made a trip inside quit intriguing. Perhaps any questions now on her mind could be answered. But there was not time for an individual decision, she joined this crew not to go exploring odd ships alone in space. No, that would probably have been the Valrie in training to become a soldier. Now her job was to act as a Soldier and put the lives of others before her's and of course keep in mind she needed to follow orders.

    After pulling herself away from daydreaming Valrie's attention finally turned to Mikolas. Valrie nearly swore under her breath at herself not thinking the possibility of something drastic that definelty concerned the lives of everyone on this crew. A prison wouldn't be so bad but a quarantine facility all the way out here. Now that certainly made gears turn in her head anyone going on the small team of 6 could run into a case of no turning back. "If this is a quarantine facility the small team will need to take all possible precautions they can. They will also need to be aware of possibly not being able to return. That way any possible infection to be spread won't reach this crew or the ship." She paused to allow both higher authorities in front of her to register her thoughts. "Now I understand why our head security officer would step up to go. But we also need to think what is the best team of 6 for us to send? I would also be willing to go even if I might could not return. But Captain I also understand that some of the Security team and soldiers would need to stay behind." Valrie finally grew quiet feeling it was up to the Captain to make the final decision on how this space ship inspection should go.
  19. "Well then.,," Havoas said, placing his hands on his hips and smiling. "It appears we got ourselves an adventure!" He fumbled around the bridge, looking for something, "Now, as for our group, I propose everyone in our bridge right now, as well as ANTI...just as soon as I find that portable version of you...ANTI! You have a portable version...right?" He rubbed his forehead in confusion, and muttered underneath his breath, "Maybe it's in the shuttle bay...ANTI! Can you do me a favor? Can you protect yourself and the ship to ensure that there aren't any...miscreants...tampering with the ships controls when I'm gone? It would be most appreciated!" He clasped his hands and tilted his head with a smile. "Now, if you just follow me downstairs, and keep this to just us, everything shall be fine and dandy!" He laughed awkwardly as he ushered the group toward the elevator.
    As you eventually followed the captain down the elevator and through the hallway to Loading Bay 2, You seem to notice that the Loading bays are being emptied of anyone who decided to inhabit it, this is likely due to the conspiration of the Captain and ANTI. You also seem to notice that the Captain appears to be a bit dismissive and reserved for your journey to the loading bay, not responding to questions or comments about himself and preferring not to speak.

    Upon arrival into the loading bay, a lone shuttle occupies the space:
    It's a standard issue Imperial shuttle, the kind you would find in most loading bays on and off work, as opposed to the one you rode to Upsilon Station, this one was built for more of the more militaristic jobs, carrying a maximum of 10 people, well-armored, and armed with a few missiles and mass drivers for protection. The thing is built for both space and air travel and has the capability to hover in place. Most importantly, it has the capability to do this mission, to which Havoas was pleased with has he boarded the cockpit and searched around it some more for some things, throwing aside a few tools and mechanical pieces as his tail swished on end until it stuck up in the air.
    "a-HA! Gotcha!"
    He seemed delighted when he fished out a small metal box from the cockpit,complete with a small screen, a voice box, and open area for input and two buttons: a green one and a red one. The Anigmae plugged it into the shuttle, pressed the green button, and shook his fist at it excitedly as it started to boot up. "Come on AUNTI! You got this!" Havoas spun around towards the other members of the expedition, and pointed at the security officer, narrowing his eyes. "You. Ugh...Burbon. You come into the cockpit with me, the rest of you, get into the back, I will speak with you all shortly."

    Havoas climbed into the co-pilot's seat, leisurely waiting for his security officer to follow suit.
  20. ANTI was just about to mention the portable terminal currently lying unused in the shuttle bay, but would interrupt the captain making that same suggestion, so it kept quiet. Now, prevent unauthorized use of the ship in the captain’s absence, that was an order it could perform. “Certainly, captain. Lockdown on all terminals and means of input on the ship. I will close the doors, too, on your say.” A few seconds of work later, and every screen on the ship was covered with a radiant yellow padlock icon. It would’ve been funny, hadn’t ANTI lacked a sense of humor, that such a primitive tech, taken out of use decades ago, was still the universal symbol of ‘locked’. Nonetheless, ANTI resumed the preparations for the ship’s lockdown.

    With the digital locks in place, simpler, mechanical locks were activated on every lever, bu- Oh, the captain activated the mobile unit. His tour of the shuttle bay was getting faster.

    “Greetings, captain,” ANTI’s voice sparked out from the device’s speakers, and a spinning layout of the Rimor appeared on the screen. “Lockdown active, you may leave whenever. Good luck out there.”