Shoe Thief

The Inhospitable Expanse

POSTED! Sorry if it is a little rushed near the end, I kinda got a little tired and I got worried about screwing it up while being half asleep.

The Inhospitable Expanse

A.S.A.P.

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

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

Status
Battery: 64%
Structural integrity: Good enough
[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. "Show time." 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. "Well this sucks, the moment I make contact someone decides to screw it up for everyone. Including me." 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. "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." Emphasizing outside the door. "Hope you have a good stockpile of ammo, my guess is that these people did." 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.

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@Remipa Awesome
The storm at this point is starting to pass so your ship will be exposed to the surface, if you want you can have ASAP come online and try to enter the station

@TheDarkTemplar

That is what I was thinking, figured the massive energy surge would be enough to get whatever is still working to be like "Oh shit that's new"

~ Halo: Oman ~

I am aiming to get a post up tonight! or at least write most of it then post it in the morning!

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OH MY GOODNESS! I shall try to start a post tonight. I am looking forward to things.

~ Halo: Oman ~

Private Hunter P. Mudak

The day was easy at first, get in the landing ship and get on the ground. Easy said, easy done. Next was to secure a F.O.B. for ground missions. With the amount of troops in place that would need to be done. One had been decided on based on lack of covenant activity and its potential to become a natural stronghold. The position was secured fast enough, but a large portion of the troops were not as lucky to make the landing. A little less then a single company made landfall in the correct location, out of the whole battalion that was sent in to fortify the potential Forward Operating Base. Hunter thoughts the events were odd, his particular unit didn't have much of any contact when landing. When the pelicans went to return to retrieve supplies and more troops, that is when things started to go south. It took less then ten minutes before all the available landing craft in the area were shot down or disabled. Air support was still present, but on a very minimal level. Most of the company was picked off within the next hour trying to scramble for cover. Many of the potential fortifications were dependent on AA guns that never made it to the land.

Hunter found himself dragging another soldier from his platoon. He didn't know the fellow soldier's name, only that they needed help and that were was a lot of blood. Machinegun fire shot off from behind him over his head and acted as suppression fire against some of the hostiles that were trying to kill him. The explosions went off behind him sending the makeshift structure into ruins as well as the machinegun giving him coverfire. He tried to pick up the injured soldier in attempts to move him faster, thinking that dragging was easier, but he just lost the only thing keeping them safe. The moment he did so bright purple needles struck their chest, soon exploding sending blood and bits of their uniform everywhere. "Holy Shit!" Hunter screamed as the Marine's life ended.

He dropped the corpse and ran as plasma and other less then fun sounding lasers went by him. He stopped only to try and return fire, only to be forced to keep running. Every once and a while he would come across more soldiers across the makeshift fort. Every time it would end the same, the Covenant would catch up, the wounded would be dragged away, and more would die. Soon he found himself outside the landing zone with his fireteam. Somehow they all made it out alive. He wasn't sure if he was pleased or pissed. He was still on mixed terms with most of them. "Corporal, the fort's gone. What's the situation with our evac? They're killing us back there." The varying gunshots could still be heard from this position. Despite what Hunter had been through it didn't look like his fireteam was doing much better. There was conflict on their current front, so Private Mudak was sent to retrieve more ammunition. Luckly they held out. Not by a lot, Hunter could see that most of the ammunition pouches on his corporal were empty or had empty magazines in them.

His corporal started to speak. "Ride's not coming, most the ships got shot out of the sky after dropping us off. We're stranded. We're not reading anything from Burning hope either. Comm's officer says he isn't reading anything from the whole fleet. Things are bad out here." His team leader took a sip from his canteen before speaking again. "We're traveling on foot to the next closest outpost. We believe it's about a ten hour walk from here. Hopefully what arms and ammunition hold out until then." Hunter was in shock hearing Higgins, they had been there for less then two hours and already most of the company that did land had been killed. The Corporal seemed like he was struggling to speak now. "There's talk... There's talk about leaving behind the wounded, and anyone else who can't make it that far. To save time... The current commanding officer is trying to spread ideas of... using them as bait, and looting them for ammunition." He broke out into a some kind of mix between laughing and crying. "To make it worse, I think I am agreeing with them! The only reason I haven't yet is because I don't think we'd make it that far either way." This lecture continued for a while. It only stopped when Hunter eventually cut him off.

Hunter barely able to speak cut off his team leader nervously. "Sir, they're getting close. If we leave now, we can still make it before it gets too dark." The Corporal just looked up at the young private. "The... The order hasn't been given yet." He spoke it like a true panicked soldier. Hunter didn't hate his squad, but he wasn't going to get himself killed because his officers were too scared to act. "Okay then, I'll just... Go see what I can see then." He left, seeing his team leader for what he thought would be the last time in his life. Now he just wondered who would live longer, himself or the Corporal. Ass of right now, he was AWOL, even if it was just to regroup with other troops.

For hours he could hear the explosions behind him, hearing the cries for help, the screams of pain, the rambling of those few who happened to survive a little bit longer, and when the battery in his headset died, only his own thoughts. "Dammit." Part of his wanted to pull out his personal radio, the little crank he might still be able to pick up some channels of chatter. But he wouldn't be able to reply, and the crank on that thing was not a quiet at all. So now everything was quiet, it had been a long time since he had seen any signs on life, and he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. He was exhausted though, and his water ran out a couple hours ago. He would be fine for a bit bit he needed water by tomorrow if he was to keep pace. At least it was dark now. Now nothing could see him, unless they had night vision goggles... or had natural night vision... Do any aliens in the Covenant have that? Hunter wasn't sure off the top of his head. He also started to think that he really couldn't see that well. He knew the general direction he needed to go to get to the out-post. His whole company did. But the exact position he wasn't sure. Maybe he could find it by the sounds of gunfire.

He could hear the commotion from pretty far. Or maybe it was close and he was bad at telling? Damn he hated second guessing himself like this. Soon he found himself in a rather interesting situation, there seemed to be a fireteam of... Humans? had he made it? He saw the dead elite on the ground. Maybe it wasn't as dark as he thought it was? maybe it was still just exhaustion. He made himself visible, not realizing he still had blood and plasma marks on him. "I come in peace humans." He said half laughing and mostly exhausted. "I heard there was an out-post in this direction? I am lost. And my equipment is more or less useless. SO please tell me you guys know what you're doing?" He was still trying to smile. But he was scared shitless.

@LetMeDoStuff@Delta44@OrizaSaucer

The Inhospitable Expanse

Character

Name

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

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Age

67 years of age

Species

A reprogrammed A.I. within the skeleton of a structural engineer probe, powered by a long lasting Ion Battery.

Profession

The hardware was originally used for entering areas and determining what was safe for entry for humans and what wasn't. Example, a collapsed building, potentially unstable caves, old structures that haven't seen use in years. After that the machine would then decide the best course of action to take to make the area stable or collapse it in the safest possible manner.

The software is a reprogrammed A.I. that was designed for a similar function but with the idea for mining instead of entering dangerous areas, and with the idea of computer analyzing in mind.

Personality

Asap is an A.I. who even though was not intended to become self aware has done so through several re-programmings and updates. Some from itself, and others from people who have attempted to re-purpose it. Its ability to be self aware is limited by its base programming but otherwise it is able to do things by its choice and think how it pleases.

Overall Asap is a logical thinker like most computers, though in the process of becoming self aware has started leaning to an area that could be seen as sarcastic, or as an overall smart ass. He will correct people on misinformation if it is available to him to do so, and he tends to lack a filter when speaking. His protocol makes it so he is to protect intelligent life forms at even the cost of his own life, so he will attempt to stay on good terms with those he comes across, despite feeling the need to point out where people tend to make mistakes.

Biography

The Model B-23 Automated Structural analysis Probe was produced by a human company known as Hemworth Robotics during the war with Humans and Qari. The idea behind it would be it would head into areas that have seen heavy damage in the fighting and help determine a safe way through it, or how to repair it. In many cases the probes as was the technical classification would be sent in to a warzone to see what the front line soldiers were to expect. Asap in his case with his first A.I. was blasted to pieces from a friendly mine and wasn't recovered until after the war.

After the war he was re-purposed as a structural engineer with a small private construction company. During this time he was reprogrammed to fit non wartime needs and to assist with raw construction instead of just checking stability of an already built building. He was also at this time outfitted with a program that could preform non-destructive testing of objects that were built to help figure out the limits of construction sites, equipment, and soon to be built buildings. This was all short lived as the company soon went out of business and Asap was shut down and sold for scraps.

Despite being sold for scraps Asap was left in the scrap yards rusting until potential buyers were able to come and repair him. This took over 30 years. By the time he was recovered he had been sold to what he would later learn to be pirates. He was reprogrammed again but this time it was sloppy. A large portion of the old coding was left from both of the previous A.I.s and the memory was not wiped. Because of this Asap was able to start attempting to reprogram himself to better suit his needs. Soon becoming a partially self aware computer.

Asap was only a pirate for a short time. For the most part he was programmed to find weak points in buildings and the hull's of ships but overall he was just for show. A six and a half foot robot with a rifle is intimidating to a lot of people. With some poorly welded armor on places he seemed a lot more intimidating then he was actually was. The armor was not very useful though, at best it may stop light rounds, if they hit the padded armor. But getting shot wouldn't really work out well. The crew he was programmed to be apart of found themselves in a system attempting to collect scrap from some abandoned mining colonies. Unfourtunately for the crew the ship did not survive entry and crash landed on the surface. The only survivor being Asap.

The year now is 2335, Asap is the technical soul survivor of his crew. Due to limited power and resources he as put himself in a standby mode to safe power. Only activating once every few months to see if anything has changed. Never leaving the sight of the crashed ship that now lays in more pieces then Asap thought could be possible.

Equipment

(1 primary weapon, 1 gadget or tool relating to your profession)
Primary weapon:

Scrap metal sword

Main tool:
A blow torch like Lazer. Decent at cutting through wires, metal, rock, or fingers if you do it wrong.

Relationships

At this moment non applicable. He is the only current survivor from his wreck.

Other

Basic rules of operation:
1: Harm to sentient life is to be kept as limited as possible, and should only be done if the being is deemed too hostile to be around others.
2: Any harm can only be done to another being if it is done so in defense of one's self, or of other sentient beings.
3: Assistance to human beings is mandatory and can not be overridden unless it will cause direct harm to other human beings. Options beyond that will depend on sub decision processes.
4: In event of a hostile capture all Hemsworth computers are to [File corrupted]
5: [File corrupted]
6: Outside tampering is not permitted unless done so by a qualified Hemsworth Employee.

Due to Asap attempting to become self aware, he has spent a lot of time trying to find loopholes to the programming. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. Being reprogrammed a few times has helped, and being reprogrammed poorly has also helped at times.

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And I forgot to move my character over to the character tab... I shall do that NOW!

~ Halo: Oman ~

@LetMeDoStuff

Just got computer access, changed out the assault rifle for a DMR, and I should be able to post pretty fast as long as the night holds out.

~ Halo: Oman ~

Name:
Hunter P. Mudak

Gender:
Male

Age:
23 years old

Place of Birth:
Hunter was born in a space station above Sol IV (Mars)

Military Branch:
Hunter has himself placed in the UNSC Marine corps in attempts to "See the Galaxy"

Appearance:
Hunter stands at about 5'11" with dark brown hair and Caucasian skin. His hair despite his many attempts to groom it normally tends to seem messy, and he has facial hair to match. Normally his facial hair is a medium to heavy stubble across his chin and the sides of his face. He has light muscle to his frame but overall it tends to look on the leaner side of things. He can also be seen slouching a lot whenever time allows it. If someone was to pay close attention they may notice the burns and scars across his fingers and hands, this is from many attempts ( And failed attempts ) At trying to fix things he has no idea how to fix, or causing trouble.

Attire:
Hunter wears a Standard Marine BDU with forest camouflage. The padding and armor is places on all major positions with the exceptions of some joints and direct face protection. The main differences in his personal BDU being the satchel he keeps under his shoulder for ammo and rations, and a small crank radio from home as his personal belonging.

As of this moment Mudak's Uniform has a nice pretty blackspot ont he front of it from getting shot with a plasma bolt. He survived fine more or less but that will need replacing.

Weaponry:
-DMR
-M90 shotgun
-A small collection of Grenades
-Small tactical hatchet

Fireteam:

Fire team Birdock

Corporal Higgins:
-Team leader
-Specialized with explosives
-M.I.A.

Private McCain
-Squad marksmen
-Shot things
-M.I.A.

Private first class Gregory:
-Combat engineer
-Low level hacker
-Also M.I.A.

Rank:
Private

Specialisation:
Hunter Mudak is listed as a riflemen, though he is also his fireteam's runner up marksmen and the team's designated driver. He will also like to call himself the jack of all trades master of none, master of none is more accurate.

So officially, Riflemen, and Runner up team marksmen.

Personality:
Hunter is the kind of person who will try to make a laugh of a bad situation to try and make things better. He is not really great at it but he will try anyways. He is compassionate to his friends, an asshole to everyone else really. When stressed or thinking about things he has a slight tendency to talk to himself about what seem to be random things, but if asked about he normally can explain them in weird convoluted ways. He is slightly paranoid but has an ego the size of a war ship, and will follow that ego until somethings hits him hard enough to rethink his train of thought.

Biography:
Hunter was born in a space station above Sol IV, this was not the intended plan. The intended plan was that his parents were trying to leave Sol IV and head to earth to meet a specific doctor. When that failed Hunter P. Mudak was born at a weight that could not be accurately recorded.

He grew up on Mars never leaving it until he joined up with the UNSC to attempt to see the galaxy. Despite growing up within an inner colony though his family was still considered lower class, and the cost of giving birth to a child in space does not help that. Especially when paying for a doctor on Earth was done ahead of time with a deposit. Realistically he thought the only way he could do anything whit life was to join up with the military.

In training Hunter preformed... average. He got the job done but he needed a lot of discipline along the way which created some setbacks. Despite those setbacks he has completed his basic training with minimal vehicle skills and is his fireteam's runner up marksmen. After training Private Mudak went on several deployments, most of them non combat or on reserve detail, but several non the less. He was in a couple short engagements with the Insurrectionists at points in his carrier but nothing too major.

Service-History

-Operation tidal wave:
This was Hunter's first combat mission. The idea behind it was to take out an Insurrectionist's outpost and collect data from the computers within the structures. The base was infiltrated successfully but at heavy losses, almost no real data was recovered and the UNSC forces present were forced to retreat. Soon after the base was abandoned. The overall mission was considered a bust. This was Hunter P. Mudak's only active combat mission.

Affiliations:
-His mother and father back on Sol IV.
-Fireteam Birdock.

Notable Traits:
-Hunter is considered a decent shot overall
-He tries to pull off a decent sense of humor, but tends to suck at it despite the few laughs that may come up.
-Because of fear of being left behind he keeps a small crank radio on his belt at all times. It doesn't hold charge but when wound up he can listen into things.

Theme Song:
R.E.M. It's the end of the world
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JsxavPANO8s