Mortimer sat there basking in the moonlight. His chameleon skin made him almost impossible to distinguish as he stared longingly at the white orb. Nearby a pack of dogs ran in circles around Rebecca, the weird young woman throwing a raider arm to the pack, that immediately began engorging itself on human meat.
Wionna chewed her lip, paced back and forth in an empty corridor. Angus hadn't paid her a visit in three days. No coke, no Angus. It is that &^%$@, I am sure of it!
The distraught girl felt tears down her cheeks. She felt so bad, so miserable. "@!#$ YOU!", she screamed as she kicked an empty tincan down the corridor.
Moa looked around. Mortimer was nowhere to be seen. He had walked down this street half an hour earlier, then he just vanished. The reclusive pilot intrigued her, and she had felt so bad when she heard what Angus had done to him. Angus. That was one slick son of a &^%$@, if she ever saw one. She had never liked the man, and lately his actions had proved to her that all her instincts had been right.
The chubby engineer wheeled around. There was a sound in the darkness behind her.
Suddenly Moa felt very alone.
"I am so sorry, Angus. Surrender protocol has been initiated, I cannot comply with your request!"http://strolen.com/guild/index.php/topic,6713.msg80526.html#msg80526
Angus was so sick of hearing the same @!#$ing reply, over and over, he had actually opened his e-training programs and spent a few days researching AI systems and backdooring. OOC: Angus spent a fate point increasing his computer skill. You said so in the flashchat. I don't know if you ever rolled the 1d10+4 skill points for the actual increase.
The guard sweet talked Mary Sue, like she was an actual lady he was trying to seduce, and the bemused AI replied to his questions in the matter-of-fact manner of a woman with Asperger. All the while his fingers drummed away on his mobile hacking platform, the device physically connected to a port in the engine room. (23:02:50) Minion: Ancient_Gamer rolls 1d100 and gets 2.
The screen flickered for a second, and Mary Sue quit talking mid sentence. Issue command...
1 for system restore
2 for system reconfiguration
3 to run system diagnostics
4 to run engine diagnostics
5 to run shield generator analysis
Angus felt his heart leap. Those hours spent on e-learning had actually paid off, and he hit 3, then 2 a few minutes later. He learned that the Scientists had put a number of safeguards in place, then he reset the configuration and installed Phil as captain, but also Angus himself as the hidden system root. If push came to shove, he would be in command of the spacegoing vessel.
It tilted its head 10 degrees, then studied the plump human. She was afraid. Her thoughts leaked fear and, to a lesser degree, desire. A cocktail of conflicting emotions, a head messed up by years of solitude.
With a soft hiss, it levitated skywards, hidden in shadow. There was someone on the rooftops of this building, though it had not been able to see who it was earlier. It merely felt its thoughts. Right now, its concern was not with the plump woman in the alley outside the building, nor on the mysterious figure on the rooftops. Its concern was with that woman with the dogs, whose mind probed and searched in the manner it had never before detected amongst humans. No, never among humans, but once before, when it encountered another Prophet, and their tribes waged war. It was a war it had lost, and now it was alone, outcast, living in the shadows, preying on the unsuspecting. And here they were, humans possessing such a vessel he had never before seen. And here she was, guarding it. The human with these powers no human had the right to possess.
Phil cried on Angelica's shoulders.
"I told her I was the captain. I told her to listen, but she did not even acknowledge me!", tears softened Angelica's shoulder as the Captain released his tears of anguish and frustration.
Then came the thunder of rocket engines as both engines ignited simultanously. The repairs they had done during the week seemed to work, and Mary Sue was suddenly suspended mid-air just above the rooftops. In its ascent it had torn down parts of the alley walls, bricks coming loose and the walls collapsing in a cloud of silica dust.
Angus was back up in the cockpit when the radio flickered to life.
"Copernicus one spacegoing shuttle, this is the Baron of Rembrandtplein speaking. Please dock at our Bohr facility, coordinates sent digitally with this voice message. I know we have had our difficulties, but I have a proposition that might intrigue you. I also offer the services of our engineering bay at the Bohr facility if you are willing to do a little something for us. I beg of you, please consider our offer."
Then the radio went silent.