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Quick question: Is Sombrero's char still a temp NPC or what?
Ren



No longer comfortable.




Renli and Rento were both idling obediently in the gunnery seats, waiting for the mission to arrive, when a spurt of gunfire from the deck immediately beneath the Tower caught its attention. The sound, though dampened by the flooring and machinery between the source and the Tower, immediately pulled its attention away from the two bodies. Rento went motionless as control left her body, and the Tower found itself excited, nervous, and very defensive. The ship's crew was rather violent, then, despite the relatively friendly view it had gotten from Stryker, Grayson, and SAL.

The six round doors around the base of the Tower opened and a bundle of ten cables per hole erupted in all directions within the storage room. The tips of the cables began their work, melting their way into the walls, the floor, and the ceiling in search of systems to hijack. The Tower saw through the tip of one cable the rough shape of the ship's interior, and remembering the rough floor layout of the ship, it quickly wormed its way around bundles of ship wiring, conduits, and insulation to the doors that sealed the bottom deck off from the rest of the ship. The jaws at the tip of the cable clamped onto the wire between the control systems and the door's motors, then neatly sliced it in half, giving complete control of the door to the Tower.

The other cables, meanwhile, continued worming their way throughout the ship slowly, searching for systems that would provide the Tower a survival advantage against the rest of the crew if so required. The door to the storage room the Tower inhabited fell almost immediately. The infecting cables no longer needed direct supervision to do their job and the Tower fell idle once again.




Renli snapped to attention, no longer running on an AI routine. It had been some time since the body had been actively used, but it felt good to be in his own head again. The good feelings passed quickly, though, when he remembered what he was doing. Neither he nor Rento had heard the gunfire through the ship, indicating that organic human ears may have also missed it. He stood and left his post to find Stryker or Grayson.

"Just heard gunfire on the bottom deck. Thought you might want to know -- didn't see a firing range down there at all."

Edit: RPGuild is screwing up at the moment, ended up getting doubleposted
Loving the "Juggling Grenades" bit.

And woo, combat! \o/
D'oh. I keep forgetting my @mentions everywhere I go.

Yeah, new IC post for @Crossfire. Let's get this thing rolling, eh?
Ren



Compliant. Mostly.




Rento nodded in acknowledgment of everything Stryker said, then waited for SAL's assistance in removing the larger crate. Pound for pound, she matched SAL's strength, and when the crate was free, a she didn't even bother putting in a password. The crate unlocked itself from inside and the second drone - a much larger male model construct, built similarly to Rento, sat up and climbed out. This machine, however, was much less animated and seemed to be running on a very simple AI routine, if its stilted motions were anything to go by. Both Rento and the new machine moved to follow Stryker wherever he lead them.

"I'm ready. Now... You're working for Alliance, hm?"

She leaned towards Stryker to examine his outfit. "Nice uniform. I didn't realize the Alliance offered so much wiggle room in their dress code these days. You sure you're not a pirate?"

Straightening up again, she continued. "Doesn't really matter, though. You've got an airlock and three people, and I don't even have a helmet on. What'll I be doing to earn my keep?"
Ren



Apprehended by the Captain, five minutes too soon.




The female drone dropped the crate immediately upon request. Without the weapons unpacked and on hand, it wouldn't be the greatest idea to try to fight her way out of it no matter how strong her shields were and how few targets she would be against. Slowly, with no sudden motions, she stood upright and raised her hands as requested, then turned to face the Captain and the inferior machine. The smart move would be to answer the Captain's questions quickly and concisely.

"I am Rento. I boarded at Chronos Station, and the crates were loaded by some underpaid personnel looking to make a quick buck. I'm trying to exit Alliance territory, and I assume you are too, given that this ship wasn't on any official docking records. And 'AI Core'? If you're referring to my Tower, I take it everywhere with me."

She nodded towards the crates before continuing in acknowledgement of Grayson's query. "The small crate contains the remainder of my equipment, including some food and antique weaponry, and the large crate contains another functioning body."

@Crossfire
Good to go here, too.
Ren



A short time after the stop at Phoebe Station.




Inside the cargo hold, the Machine stirred. Its sensors indicated that the ship had quickly docked to a station and departed just as quickly - last minute provisions, no doubt. That would have been the last time the ship stopped at a station before departing for wherever its destination was. The docking logs at Chronos Station hadn't mention its existence at all, and yet there it had been, which meant one of two things: either a it was black-ops, or it was a pirate vessel. Either way suited the Machine just fine, as it meant a quick escape from Alliance territory and less trouble than dealing with a military ship.

The Machine, a black sphere measuring one foot in diameter, popped into the air out of the back of the stack of crates. The relevant iris doors on its front end slid open to reveal two somewhat short mechanical "tentacles", each tipped with a manipulator, and the Machine began zipping about within the cargo hold, silently scanning each crate. It performed a celebratory flip in midair upon finding the crate it was searching for, entered in the relevant password on the crate's keypad, and hovered silently as the crate hissed and popped open. A university-age humanoid woman pulled herself out of the crate.

The woman, standing at 5'5", gave the Sphere a quick shove into her own box and went about her business inside the cargo hold. It didn't occur to her or the Sphere to bother locking the cargo bay doors.

Elsewhere in the ship, sounds of crates moving and a series of loud 'cracks' could be heard from the direction of the cargo and shuttle hold for only a very short time before silence came once more. Despite the noise, though, no signs of life could be detected inside.
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