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  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?”