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The bridge was an odd room with a notable lack of a pilot's seat. Rain began pacing around the room, examining the consoles and displays. As she did a mechanical voice began to speak, introducing itself as ANDI. [i][b][color=0094FF]AI? Microbots? Stealth? We're working for someone with very deep pockets.[/color][/b][/i] Rain was slightly disheartened to hear that the ship's maintenance and piloting was automated. It didn't sit right with her. She would need to look into taking control of it for herself. She didn't trust the AI with a human task. Although theoretically the AI would've flown the ship flawlessly, there were key differences between an AI pilot and a Human pilot that made Humans better suited for the task. The prime example being the fact that the AI flew the ship like it was a textbook. There was no creativity, no ingenuity, and that didn't agree with Rain. Although her pride probably accounted for a larger part of the mistrust.

But for now there were other things to do. She looked at the assembled group, [b][color=0094FF]"Well, I'm going to go to my room... and then I'm going to go check out maintenance, so come get me if I'm needed for anything... by the by, I'm a pilot. The very best,"[/color][/b] She spoke her next sentence lowly so the AI hopefully wouldn't catch it, [b][color=0094FF]"Better then a damned robot."[/color][/b] She resumed speaking at a normal tone, [b][color=0094FF]"I'm also a mechanic, engineer, hacker, er... general genius."[/color][/b] She said with a short laugh. She was, of course, still smiling. [b][color=0094FF]"Well... see ya later, I guess."[/color][/b] She turned away, heading to her room with a wave.

It was a fairly spacious room. Unusual fare for space- most ships have their crew packed like sardines, efficient use of space was a big deal. Evidently not as important for the Phantom. She looked it over, and her heart dropped. [i][b][color=0094FF]So that's how it is, huh?[/color][/b][/i] She was distressed because this room was without a shadow of a doubt her design. That very fact had many implications, the most important being that she agreed to this. Did she want to forget? Why? 

She would need to find answers. For now she examined her room. The most prominent piece was her bed- it wasn't some luxurious queen sized affair. It was a simple twin bed. She wasn't planning on sharing it with anyone. Beside it was a nightstand, a lamp and an alarm clock placed upon it. A small closet sat in the corner, packed with her clothing, a mirror making up the door of the closet. Along the side of the room was its second most prominent feature- a workbench, equipped with a multitude of tools, drawers filled with transistors, resistors, capacitors, an army of parts. She would have some fun with it. Lying on the workbench was her toolkit, her pistol, her PDA, and a belt equipped with spots to carry her gear. She would put it on after she finished looking over the room. On the opposite wall was a desk, on which a state of the art computer sat, attached to an unnecessary amount of monitors. In the back was a bathroom- shower, toilet, everything she would need.

For now she would shed the skintight jumpsuit, finally able to feel comfortable in her clothes without it. She picked up the belt on the table, putting it on. She attached her PDA to it, then placed the gun into the holster. It wasn't really her gun, she knew that much. Her grip on it was clumsy and she didn't want to use it, but she recalled that someone had made her carry it in her past. She left the toolkit for now- too big and cumbersome to carry around casually. 

She left her room, taking the elevator down to the lower level. Although maintenance wasn't technically required she still felt it was her job to take a look. As she strode through the storage area she spoke aloud, hoping the AI would answer. [b][color=0094FF][b]"So, uh ANDI, I have a couple of questions... well, first, uh, is there anything you can tell me about me that I wouldn't know? Accounting for the memory wipe, that is. Secondly, not that I don't trust, uh, you,"[/color][/b] She [i]didn't[/i] trust it, [b][color=0094FF]"Is there any possibility of me taking manual control of the ship? I don't really like the whole autopilot thing, I'd rather fly myself."[/color][/b] As she finished speaking she opened the door to maintenance, taking in the ship's cores.