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  1. "I dunno," Echo said to the AI's avatar hologram as she watched the scene play out over the shipboard sensors. "Is this when I push the 'flood the corridors with neurotoxin' button? What do you think, Solenya?"
  2. The Ship's avatar re-materialized in the engineering compartment next to Echo, or rather another avatar as the other was still in the control center conversing with Sunshine. Solanya pursed her lips and fixed the artificial life form with a glare. "I will forgive your disrespect of earlier and allow you to make amends. Are you the one responsible for the unauthorized modifications done to my space frame?" Echo grinned. "Some of them, yeah. They're pretty nice, right? Still got a lot of work to do though." She tapped her cheek with her fingers as she rested her chin in her hand, gazing at the hologram meditatively for a moment. "What kind of changes do you want made? Don't get me wrong, this is a great ship...maybe even better than I figured at first...but there's always room for more and better." With a glance at the display monitoring the bridge and communications, Echo shrugged. That gambit would work or it wouldn't. If it did, she wouldn't have to worry about it. If it didn't...there'd be panicked calls down to engineering for shield and engine power any second now. She'd jump into that ravine when she came to it.
  3. "Aw baby, don't be like that," Echo said to the inert instrument panel. "I just got used to thinking of all this as mine, you know? Then it's...hey no, there's company in here. Bit of a shock." "Lets start over. I'll get you a nice new set of plasma filters."
  4. "I'm Echo," replied the engineer tartly. "Why are YOU squatting in MY computer like a space hobo in a space cargo pod waiting for a space handout?"
  5. "I must ask you to cease." said the...person in perfect Binary. Echo reached over and grabbed a hand scanner, her eyes never leaving the apparition. The scanner was a diagnostic device, meant to help track down leaks or shielding faults in the engine core, but it was better than just eyes and ears. "Aaaaall right, I've ceased," the android said, aiming the scanner at this 'elf.' "For now. Mostly because I'm pretty sure you're the one I was looking for anyway. So. Who are you?"
  6. The revelations from the cat-guy convinced Echo that there could be another source of information...perhaps one more amenable. When he'd issued his commands, something had replied...a voice speaking from the Solenya's computer. Now, having verified her early check results on the nature of the anomalies in the ship drive, Echo went on a hunt into the computer's core. It was a big, complex computer...it wasn't out of the question that an AI could hide itself in there, but now that it had revealed itself by issuing directives, there'd be a datatrail. Naturally it would have been deleted, but the deletions themselves made a kind of...well...echo of the original commands. So long as the AI hadn't done anything, it was a ghost in the machine. But now Echo had a scent, and she could track that through as many layers of deletion and concealment as the AI had time to throw out before she managed to isolate it. It took several minutes...an eternity for an android mind working in a digital world...and in the end, the craftily-hidden software routines and spoofing obscured exactly where the actual programs were, but she managed to bring up an interface. She sent directives to the secret programming, instructing it to share basic operating data with her. Was this an actual intelligence? Echo would soon find out. Computer: 1D20+16 = [19]+16 = 35
  7. "You guys?" Echo's voice came over the intercom, sounding rather placid and calm. Then... "SOMEONE WANT TO TELL ME WHAT IN THE FUCKING POOLPHIN IS GOING ON UP THERE?! Every power indicator spiked off the graphs, and the ship is now showing up as in driftspace, and that's not even mentioning that it SOUNDS like we have a rogue AI hiding somewhere in the computer core! Unless the ship is somehow MAGIC and no one told us about it, then..." There's a pause. "Actually, I'm coming up to the bridge. Everyone just...don't...do anything. For a minute." The sound of stomping steps can be heard then coming down the corridor. When the bridge door opens to let Echo in, she looks like she's got a better hold of herself. "It's magic isn't it? That was a spell."
  8. Engineering Phase Action: Divert Power - Engines Skill Result: 35 vs TN 22 (10 + 2x ship tier) Engineering - Divert power: 1d20+16 32 Fluff "Just RUN!" Echo called back. "If we start drifting now those fighters'll have free shots! We can kill the fighters, gain ground, and THEN drift while they try to catch up!" The ship shuddered slightly as the android adjusted reactor output and distribution to make sure the engines didn't overheat while maintaining the increased power flow. Hard to say how long the Solenya would put up with this, but it was a far cry better than eating missiles, right? (Solenya has Speed 12 this round!)
  9. Engineering Phase Action: Divert Power - Engines Skill Result: 35 vs TN 22 (10 + 2x ship tier) Divert Power - Engines: 1D20+16 = [19]+16 = 35 Fluff Echo had a wide grin as she burst into Engineering and began adjusting controls. With unearthly precision and speed, she bounced from one console to another, in what could almost have been a dance, if there'd been someone else there. Her drone, Goomba, rolled over to the engine stack and curled its legs to make itself as small as possible, to ensure it wouldn't get underfoot. "Chase scene, eh?" the android said over the intercoms. "What THIS needs is a little more POWER!" With three fingers she shoved the virtual sliders controlling the Solenya's reactor output upwards...ignoring the warnings from the safety protocols she'd just systematically disabled. The sliders went from bright green to a flashing yellow. "Lets see if you can run a race, champ." (Solenya has Speed 12 this round!)
  10. "If he needed Sunshine, seems a little funny he let her off the hook so easy," Echo added to Gorunta's question. "This whole situation is smelling like the inside of the septic tank for Gorunta's cabin." "So what's your pitch, Clevus?"
  11. Echo gave Clevus a supremely not-impressed look and said, "That's a pretty flaccid threat, as threats go. Sell me on this 'lost world' thing. Do a better job than Mister Abadar and maybe I'll even listen." "What's up with this planet anyway, and why is everyone after it so bad?"
  12. "You mean the Abadarians who released Sunshine from her contract and respectfully backed off when we had doubts, right?" Echo asks tonelessly. "Lets conspire against them with the insane cat cultist who tried to murder us." She rolled her eyes. "Sure. Lets go with that."
  13. Echo shrugged. "I'm a little curious about what else was in the offer for us, if he's really going to throw the ship at us for nothing. But whatever, I guess. I'm definitely not going running after him begging him to give us work." She stood up. "So. Who's got dinner tonight? I'm prepared to grease palms for noodles."
  14. "You know, Abadar doesn't really own the ship," Echo said. She wasn't actually sure of this, but had a feeling about it. "You own the debt. You could call it in, repossess the ship, but that's a whole separate process with its own legal proceedings...and once you start it'd be hard to stop which means you'd get what you don't want. A ship with no crew and no...whatever you want this mission for." She worked a crick out of her neck, then nodded. "So I think we can do business, but lets not overstate your position here. As holders of title, we have certain rights that you have to recognize."
  15. Echo, face somehow managing to be both stoic and supremely unimpressed, held a hand out. "Lemme see that." When the Executor placed the electronic paper in that hand, she took a moment to read it over; her eyes tracking rapidly across the page as her finger flicked across the bottom to turn it, over and over. (OOC - Not sure if Culture is the appropriate skill, but it seemed reasonably well suited...)
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