The Orion Files | Mother Ship: Sweet Child of Mine | En Route to Showers
The Great Prank War of 2815: Preparation Phase II
Irina Rostikova
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One would think that with the amount of time she'd been aboard the Sweet Child of Mine, Irina Rostikova would have been move familiar with the freighter's design and layout. However, she had probably been physically been aboard the Sweetie for a sum total of one standard Terran hour for the mission briefing and a brief hello to the crew with the remainder of her time spent aboard the Redeemer. Walking down the corridor, the Confused and Colorful Casteless Catican made a couple stops on her way to the showers to peek through a couple of doorways to both make sure that she hadn't passed the showers and to confirm that she traveling the correct direction towards her destination.
Popping her head through another door, she noted that she'd arrived at the medbay where her burly heavily armed partner appeared to be looking through a catalog of various anatomically accurate diagrams regarding the human anatomy and its critical biological systems. She also noted that Edward appeared to be downloading the ship's entire library of DNA samples.
"
If you're thinking of attempting to sell those to the Hegemony, I should probably remind you that 1) If we try to talk to anyone we don't know in the Hegemony, they're liable to try to capture us for the bounty and 2) I'm fairly sure that that's a default library of DNA sequences which the Hegemony probably has many times over." Irina said to her partner whose back was turned to her.
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As I am fully aware but in the..." The Catican Shock Trooper stopped mid sentence when as he turned around and spotted the rather motley paint job that had messed up his companion's fur, "
What happened to your fur?"
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I'm... not quite sure." She stated as her brain attempted to reconstruct what had occurred,"
I remember Grace being there... but not much else after that. Someone painted up the interior of the Redeemer also."
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Have you informed the Captain?" The By the Book Brute asked.
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No. I told him it was an accident inside of the ship."
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If this is what I believe it is... things will only get progressively worse if you do not inform the Captain."
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I'm sure it's all going to be okay, Edward. Could you order a few of my Jenna's to go in and clear up the paint? I need to get washed off before this paint sets in my fur, otherwise I'm going to have to strip all the dye back to my natural color." Irina stated with a shudder.
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Affirmative. See that you do not step on the toes of any of the other crew members." Edward stated as he left the medbay, heading back in the direction of the Redeemer, allowing Irina to continue her search for the hidden location of the showers.
Walking a few more doors down, she saw Mary walking through the corridors. Seeing that the Terran Pilot was still wearing what she was wearing when she'd assisted the Cackling Catican, it was assumed that Mary had not yet showered. Silently running up on the Pilot, Mary was surprised by a pair of fuzzy hands that covered her eyes.
"
Guess who?"
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The Orion Files | Mother Ship: Sweet Child of Mine | Redeemer | Drone Control Suite
Cleaning time!
Edward Aubergine
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Grumbling loudly, Edward eyed the work of vandalism that had been painted on the interior of the Redeemer. Whomever had decided to turn the interior of
HIS shuttle into their own personal painting canvas had not done so with the intent of being overly malicious but they had the skills to wipe away the security feed. Given that Irina remembered the appearance of Grace aboard the ship, it was a natural assumption that the woman was responsible. Removing his armor, the Colossal Catican walked towards the Drone Control Suite, the Sharp Eyed Shock Trooper spotted an object on the ground... the safety lever to a grenade. Picking the object off of the ground, he gave the item a long and controlled sniff, picking up any residual scents that remained on the item.
As expected, he smelled Irina the strongest, though he doubted that she was actually the person that detonated a grenade in the middle of the ship. The second strongest was also familiar, though he was unaware of who it belonged to. He could only guess that it belonged to Grace herself. He would probably have to have a word with Elliot so that if this was some sort of escalating war of pranks, there would be no permanent damage to either ship or crew.
Heading into the drone control suite, the Shock Trooper pulled up the command console and ordered the Jenna Repair drones to begin an internal scrub of the shuttle.
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The Orion Files | Mother Ship: Sweet Child of Mine | Pitt's Workshop
Sacrifices
SARA-00735
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The deactivation of the transmitter was probably a poor decision on the part of Unit Shanoa but given that the Freighter had not yet been attacked, it was more than likely the best alternative to the situation that she had found herself in. Because the transmitter had been deactivated it was not impossible for her armor to transmit location data. If the armor was unable to broadcast location data, the armor's programming could assume that it had been captured. If the armor had been captured, it needed to destroy itself lest clues regarding the wearer and the armor's manufacturer be gleaned from an analysis of the equipment.
Given that the freighter had jumped immediately after the landing of all of this crew's ships, it could be surmised that her comrades were still in the midst of combat with the TGR and the Chronus capital ships and that they were unable to track the freighter's jump vector. Strangely, there was an odd sensation that came from her abdominal muscles that made her feel "ill," as humans called the sensation. In the back of her circuits, there was a portion of her artificially constructed personality that did agree with how events were about to unfold.
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So, if you don't mind me asking, how long have you been in the service of your employers?" Unit Velka asked, breaking SARA's thoughts regarding her impending explosive demise.
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To be quite honest, I do not have an exact measurement on the matter as my logs are scrubbed after each deployment." The Unit responded, pausing for a moment, "
However, the main technician in charge of my maintenance states that he has known me for decades."
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Now that the diagnostics port has been unlocked, might I be so bold as to suggest that Unit Shanoa and Unit Velka exit this workshop? The presence of your electromagnetic radiation might cause the explosives package installed in my armor to detonate." SARA stated in as neural a tone as she could muster. While both Shanoa and Velka were part of the enemy company, they were programmed to follow their commands like SARA was and like they appeared to with her, SARA wished them no harm.
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Now then, Engineer" She said, turning to face the one that had allowed them access to his workshop, "
You will need to access the Diagnostics port and enable the medical ejection override. You will also have to set the explosive bolt output to minimum. This will allow for the removal of my armor without jeopardizing its function nor sending potentially explosive portions of the armor flying through out the workshop."
Was she being overly helpful to her captors? Was she overplaying the role of helpful, Stockholm syndrome sufferer? She wondered what they would think when her armor exploded.
