[h1][center][color=007236]A.S.A.P.[/color][/center][/h1]

Countdown until revival: [i]01 Year :06 months :13 days :04 Hours :57 seconds, and dropping.[/i]
Emergency sensors: [i]Functioning at 13%[/i]
Hull integrity: [i]0%, hull compromised, full replacement required before takeoff can be attempted.[/i]
Remaining crew: [i]None[/i]
Support: [i]1, Mechanical passenger, designation ASAP.[/i]
Emergency readings: [i]Online[/i]
	-Report: [i]Massive energy surge detected, preparing emergency functions.[/i]

Model B-23 Automated Structural analysis Probe, Hemworth Robotics. Serial number: 131497-AZ

[b]Status[/b]
Battery: [i]64%[/i]
Structural integrity: [i]Good enough[/i]
[skip procedure requested by operator]
[Skip procedure accepted, activating primary systems]

The remains of the old ship were spread out over a half mile or so, with the exception of the other half of the ship which got scattered and destroyed in orbit. Asap came to the conclusion that no one on the ship knew how to fly a ship. Which was probable. What was left of the ship that had been sitting for years letting the local plant life grow all over it. Inside and out. Asap wasn't too pleased about it, but waking up once every couple of years didn't leave a lot of time for grooming the local wildlife. It didn't help the ship was full of holes and a large portion of the ship was missing, including the armory with the guns. Asap didn't like that, there were a lot of aggressive things on this planet. Not that he couldn't take them on one at a time, but it's not like there are spare parts lying about he can fix himself up with. Just whatever he could find around the ship and the colony. Lucky most the damage he has taken had been surface damage, and his communication antenna. Those were easy to fix. Scrap metal to replace the broken bits, and there were plenty of radios that were as least as old as this skeleton of his.

What got his attention though was an energy spike, not far from his position actually. A mining colony that he believed the previous owners of his ship were trying to loot. But he didn't see anything that could just accidentally start the place last time he was there, then again he didn't really search it that hard. But chances are that means someone is here now, someone with a ship. A ship he could probably figure out how to fly, it doesn't even need to fly well. Just well enough to get noticed by someone who can get him as far as possible away from this hell hole of a planet. Or maybe the people here were not assholes as much as the last ones. Maybe they would willingly give him a ride. Either way it could mean a way off. Though if they had guns that could be a problem. All he had in terms of weapons was a sword he had made using some of the scrap metal. He had his torch but that only could do so much, and it ran off a battery powered by the ship's battery.

Asap grabbed tools he had that might be useful, and his sword. He also grabbed a rather thick looking pipe. He heard that duel weapons were intimidating and if used right could be nice. He was sure that was partially bullshit but chances are whoever they were would be armed and he needed to be ready. He started to leave the ship with his gear, most of it in a duffle bag. On the way out he saw the remains of a mirror. His look hasn't changed too much since he was constructed, but since he started thinking for himself he could actually notice the changes to himself. Staying still for so long he has had dirt from the many storms start to cover him. The scrap metal replacement parts were very noticeable. Especially without the paint to cover them up. Parts that were not replaced were extremely dirty and in many cases dented. Normally for the repairs Asap would need they would just wipe his memory and do a full tune up. Not again, now he was free. Now he was his own being. "[color=007236]Show time.[/color]" He said calmly as he walked out, sword in hand.

Standing over the colony Asap could tell a few things. There were people, and there was power, and there was a hell of a lot of noise. Though he did not see a ship. He heard the hum of the drill slowly end. That could be automatic, many drills, even the older ones had a lot of safety features. Maybe it reached it's pre-planned drilling depth, or maybe it hit something the computers recognized it shouldn't be hitting? Or maybe someone shut it off when it wasn't supposed to turn on in the first place. Then he heard the shriek, it sounded big, it sounded violent, it sounded like something bigger then a scrap metal sword could take on. "[color=007236]Well this sucks, the moment I make contact someone decides to screw it up for everyone. Including me.[/color]" He ran his way down the sand to the compound. He had to be careful to not fall, but one of the best parts of being a machine, he had what he considered amazing hand eye coordination.

His makeshift communications device picked up a weak signal, that was all it was good for anyways. Picking up open channel communications right next to them. "Everyone get tot he comm center, NOW!" He had to move, things were getting bad, and if these people died before he found their ship he was as good as dead himself. Reaching the building he saw it's state, it was total shit. Then again abandonment would do that to a place, though wear and tear seemed to have taken a worse toll on it since he saw it years ago. The hatch was still open, walking in he had his makeshift sword ready. The lights were on now, for once he could see considerable easier. He didn't have night vision so it helped. There was definitely recent activity. Infact, there was a lot of activity right now. One of them had shouted something about barricading the building, they needed a lot more then that, but maybe they could funnel whatever was outside and take it on little by little.

The room had a few people in it, though many were not human. Old base programming tried to kick in and tell him to start and fight. He was made in the war to protect humanity, though that was ended a long time ago. "[color=007236]I was going to come in here and say something corny like take me to your leader and give me your ship, though seems like we all have much bigger problems.[/color]" Emphasizing outside the door. "[color=007236]Hope you have a good stockpile of ammo, my guess is that these people did.[/color]" pointing to the room around using his sword. He would help with the barricade anyways, even if he didn't have selfish motives about it he had base programming. He had to help even if he didn't want to.