Niki heard Ry give her the go ahead and damped all the ships electronics while balancing the thrust of the powerful little cruisers engines barely even needing to tap the lateral or dorsals to hold their exit from orbit. Not a sensor nor comm was allowed to go active and even it’s passive receivers placed in low functionality mode which made the Carrion only traceable by visual sensors and there her hull’s coating giving little to reflect.
She wasn’t a shark in the vast ocean of stars but that which hunted sharks; a deadly spear thrust from the shadow of nightmares.
Before Nikki corrected their course she activated her Multi-Spectral hull and disappeared from sight. She was now like a submarine in the dark gray sea’s of the Atlantic during the 1940s Happy Time.
She would take a slower course compared to the noisy ships that filled space all around her but when she appeared she would either seem to just appear or be hidden near her true goal with detailed scans of the target location. That was if the others didn’t demand she rush without regard.
She split her mind into three operations; systems, sensors, and wargames. She often used the quiet cruise times to plot attack vectors on any ship within her attack range out to 50% of her course range which meant two day eta for this trip. She would project intercept points, predict external ship courses setting them as either witness or defense; witness being her favorite.
The Carrion was a stealth killer and part of that meant taking out targets in such a way as to make them seem to enter the Bermuda Triangle...disappear without a trace. She was an assassin like her fellow crewmates but her prey were armed with Terra joule energy weapon or megaton warheads, sensors that could detect targets at 1 or 2 AU ranges and she was still considered a rookie...a virgin.
She didn’t see it that way because she was designed physically for her job and trained mentally. The later was akin to brainwashing or programing and worked on her only biological component; her brain. It was the only part of her former body unaffected by the genetic disease that had trapped her in a living hell and she was glad to be shed of that poorly made shell.
She enjoyed her new bodies even found the revulsion some of the people she served with before her present crew amusing; one had even resigned in a show of pity that Nikki was abused; she had tried to convince her that she should hate what had been done to her. It was a ridiculous concept to her because even denied knowing what it was like to taste food, feel the true touch of a human, see like a human or any of the other things bio’s experienced physically Nikki felt blessed...but she was curious what Aela got from teasing to expose herself to Ry; was it because hers was unique to her?
This required a closer inspection which she thought might come in handy when she served her courtesan function helping her appear more empathic. So Nikki made three internal bots to follow Aela in the junction between the virtual and bio worlds. 1 would monitor her vitals, tone of voice, tempo and volume, the 2nd would monitor the bios Aela came in contact with and the third would monitor body language which might help her appeal to targets.
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