[center][h1][color=00aeef]Ren[/color][/h1][/center]
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[center]Downtime?[/center]
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[color=0072bc]"Of course, Captain,"[/color] the Tower replied. Two hours was more than enough to do the job, though it would take a little tinkering around inside the Revenant's computer system to figure out how the operating system worked and what the data storage format was. In a matter of minutes, it had thrown together the dummy footage that the Captain had requested. Drama in the cargo hold, erased. Delicate conversations between crew members, erased. Certain recordings of materials being brought aboard, erased. Any suggestions that the Revenant had taken on a new crew member from their job at the Station, erased.

Really, anything that was vaguely sensitive information was tweaked, and Ren made absolutely certain to keep the file sizes and file lengths exactly the same as the originals. Then it dedicated the vast majority of its processing power to cracking the Revenant's computer system and swapping the files, which would take the remainder of the time. Rento snapped back to attention as control was passed back to her.

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She moved to take part in the meeting, where she saw the bloated head of Captain Dawson on a screen and shook slightly in anger. That asshole? His bullshit was part of the reason she had had to leave her home on Earth with her avatars. Thankfully, she was certain that she had been sufficiently cautious to avoid being caught on camera. At least, with this face. One of the previous ones had been roasted alive after being caught illegally acquiring fuel, and she remembered it happening in full detail.

Dawson's image on the screen flickered off at the end of the meeting.

[color=7ea7d8]"I have some things to attend to on the station. It shouldn't take long,"[/color] she said. This was the first opportunity at real downtime she'd had in months, even if it would only take a few minutes. That should be enough for a [i]little[/i] fun, at least.

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Ten minutes after docking, Grayson and Stryker had acquired their needed materials and the new crew member. Rento, meanwhile, had rediscovered her genuine joy of booze for the first time since her old brain was repurposed by Ren. She'd been a raging alcoholic before Ren had taken control of her shuttle, and she still remembered bits and pieces from back then, including when a certain group of people tried to pick a fight with her here on Minos Station, in the Baked Bogye'kr bar just off of Market Street. Most of those people were there this time too, so after chugging an entire bottle of vodka, Rento had decided to have some fun. The bioreactor [i]loved[/i] the fuel, but the brain felt its effects just as strongly as it had back when it was purely organic.

The muffled sounds of crashing, shouting, and breaking glasses echoed down Market Street, just barely masked by the mumbling of shoppers and shopowners and hobos and shiftless drunkards, and Rento rejoined Stryker and Grayson on the way back to the ship some time after. She had a few cuts on her face (one of which was sprinkled with glass dust and tiny shards), showing the metallic fibers beneath that made up she and Renli's style of musculature. That would [i]probably[/i] need to be patched somehow.

[color=7ea7d8]"...we good to go?"[/color], she asked the two. Someone else's credit notes were half stuffed into her pockets and she was visibly having enough trouble staying totally upright that her inbuilt AI subprocessor had to compensate with jerky motions. She'd obviously managed to cause a lot more mayhem a lot faster than most in only the space of a few minutes. At least Renli was more well behaved, from the limited interactions the others had had with him. Rento was completely unaware as to whether or not Taleste was with the group, but she'd been looking forward to meeting the new crew member regardless.

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