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Just a random guy, doing random things.
Main RP: Hell's Coffee Lounge
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There are simple AI's attached to particular areas of turrets, but all important systems are far deeper into Odin. However, those areas are far less damaged, and have been cut off from the damaged outer areas in order to preserve air. Breaking open one of the many airlocks would undoubtedly arouse suspicion.
The drone projects an energy field in front of itself, assuming that whatever that glow is, it'd be similar to what the being uses to consume metal. In the meantime, I try and get Odin within range. If the creature got the idea of eating Odin, it'd be torn apart by laser and plasma fire.
The infiltration drones find themselves in the heavily damaged hallways of Odin. In places the walls have been ripped off, revealing rows of wires that no longer function and who's original purpose is a mystery. The life support doesn't function in this area, and there's a fading red light to signify the danger, blinking incessantly. Small pieces of debris float even within Odin, small bits of asteroids that had found themselves inside of one of the many niches in Odin.
The combat drone takes a look at the creature and immediately goes on the offensive, realizing that a creature that devoured metal would soon grow out of control. Flying forward, it delivers a powerful punch, it's fist surrounded in a specially designed repulsive forcefield, as it attempts to launch the creature away from the debris field, focusing fully on offense.
The combat drone takes a look at the creature and immediately goes on the offensive, realizing that a creature that devoured metal would soon grow out of control. Flying forward, it delivers a powerful punch, it's fist surrounded in a specially designed repulsive forcefield, as it attempts to launch the creature away from the debris field, focusing fully on offense.
My attention is distracted from the orb as Odin reports the spacestation's destruction, a worrying quick affair. Something that was capable of that rapidly wiping out a space station could quite possibly be a threat to the heavily wounded Odin. As such, I send out all working drones to gather resources from the planet, and I send a single Heavy Combat Drone towards the area of destruction to find out just what caused the spaceship to explode. Amidst the panicked rush, the small floating orb is temporarily ignored, in favor of more pressing matters.
As Odin's sensors pick up this small device, it tries to scan it for heat signatures, radiation, and weaponry. Then I remember the scanners are broken as well, and I sigh, as I aim the turrets at it. If it turned out to be anything threatening, I'd shoot it, but quite frankly this whole thing was quite depressing. Once, these scavengers would have begged for their lives at the mere sigh of Odin. Now they dared attack it.
AnriuSB said
((Mind if I join in, for old times sake?))
((Never))
What an embarrasment. Odin, flagship of my empire, once capable of ripping apart entire galaxies, now reduced to facing off against a few scavengers. They were brave fools, however, for thinking Odin completely defenseless, as the basic turret systems had remained in good shape. While Huggin, Muggin and Ygdrasil were unable to fire, many of the smaller turrets that dotted the landscape of Odin's surface opened fire. The small ships couldn't have done any damage to Odin due to it's sheer size, but it was more a matter of pride than of personal protection.
As the answer was not a logical one, the BioHIVE was at a loss as to how to respond. Doing a quick search of Terebithia's data banks, BioHIVE soon discovered that it was a quote from the book The Hobbit: There and Back Again. However, none of the data banks could tell it just how this particular quote applied to the situation, as all characters within it were fictional and thus irrelevant to the scene. Thus, BioHIVE came to the conclusion that it's own processing power or store of knowledge was insufficient to detect the meaning of this response.
In order to gleam it's meaning, BioHIVE informed it's superior, BioPILOT, of this odd and confusing reply. BioPILOT was more experienced with dealing with humans, and had been built to interface with them more often, instead of simply search and destroy, as BioHIVE had been. And, as BioHIVE had hoped, BioPILOT knew the answer to this mystery, which lay in the fact that he was referring to BioHIVE as Smaug. Apparently, he was using a quote from a book to illustrate a statement in a manner that BioHIVE found nothing less than confusing. It was utterly inefficient, compared to the simple act of stating one's meaning.
This entire exchange between AI's occured in what a human would precieve as 1.2 seconds, as information was exchanged and processed at the speed of light without need for verbal communication. And, at the end of it all, it led to BioHIVE's well-thought-out response. "You have been decided to be completely inefficient. Stop speaking in such a manner, or you will be eliminated." BioHIVE was sure the being would later be grateful to it that it had corrected such an obvious fault in it's thinking. That is, if BioHIVE didn't kill the creature before it could do such a thing.
In order to gleam it's meaning, BioHIVE informed it's superior, BioPILOT, of this odd and confusing reply. BioPILOT was more experienced with dealing with humans, and had been built to interface with them more often, instead of simply search and destroy, as BioHIVE had been. And, as BioHIVE had hoped, BioPILOT knew the answer to this mystery, which lay in the fact that he was referring to BioHIVE as Smaug. Apparently, he was using a quote from a book to illustrate a statement in a manner that BioHIVE found nothing less than confusing. It was utterly inefficient, compared to the simple act of stating one's meaning.
This entire exchange between AI's occured in what a human would precieve as 1.2 seconds, as information was exchanged and processed at the speed of light without need for verbal communication. And, at the end of it all, it led to BioHIVE's well-thought-out response. "You have been decided to be completely inefficient. Stop speaking in such a manner, or you will be eliminated." BioHIVE was sure the being would later be grateful to it that it had corrected such an obvious fault in it's thinking. That is, if BioHIVE didn't kill the creature before it could do such a thing.
((Well, I've been inactive in the IC of HCL for a long time. As such, I'm rejoining now. And, for the first time, as a player, instead of a GM! Now that's going to take getting used to. Oh, and if I haven't said this yet, the Alpha and all Primals are given to Tiny, as he is the current GM. Don't know if I forgot to do that.))
Odin floats through space, as I calculate whether or not I have arrived at my destination. It had taken quite a lot of work getting Odin back online, but it had worked, although it was still not fully operational. I sigh, as I look through a large list of systems that haven't been successfully activated yet, including the main navigational systems and the dimensinional traveling chart, which made going anywhere much more work than it should be in such a splendid vessel. Luckily, I've finally arrived at Delta-9, an old space haven that once served as an outpost for my very own empire, so long ago. It would most likely have fallen into disrepair, but it contained many working parts that would be necessary for Odin's repair, including a more stable Plot Hole generator.
Odin floats through space, as I calculate whether or not I have arrived at my destination. It had taken quite a lot of work getting Odin back online, but it had worked, although it was still not fully operational. I sigh, as I look through a large list of systems that haven't been successfully activated yet, including the main navigational systems and the dimensinional traveling chart, which made going anywhere much more work than it should be in such a splendid vessel. Luckily, I've finally arrived at Delta-9, an old space haven that once served as an outpost for my very own empire, so long ago. It would most likely have fallen into disrepair, but it contained many working parts that would be necessary for Odin's repair, including a more stable Plot Hole generator.
Tyki said
i'm afraid you're a bit too easy to read to be able to be my nemesis, and i'll still be waiting for the day when you attempt to stop bullshiting everything :3...also... noticed how you left out the parts that were calling out your immaturity and the fact that you repeatedly found yourself being called out and then pussying out ;3
Good fucking good, did someone kill your favorite hamster this morning or something? I mean, really. We'd ended the fight. It's not often I say this, but I'd expected better from you, regardless of your assholish tendencies. You're purposefully picking a fight here. No excuse. You're straight-out asking for a fight for no good reason, insulting the person who's trying to make peace with you. Wraith owned up, like you asked him to, and yet you couldn't just let it lie.
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