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Agreed. I thought as much. But I also thought it would be "good to know". :) Ozmar the AI

Uh... sorry? I guess its possible to get confused about the flow of the various narratives in this format. Let's resolve any discontinuities by following Occam's Path: use the easiest explanantion to resolve the conflict and move on. (So, don't think there are three clones of you running around...

Pixel purrs. Friday smiles. "Welcome aboard, captain! So, where are we off to on our maiden voyage?"

No prob. We all know how that can happen. Ozmar the Over-worked

The female mechalus appears distracted, lost in thought. Then you notice the tiny micro-filament tendrils running from her fingers into the computer console. After a few moments, she blinks and her eyes focus on you. "Hello. I am sorry, but I was on the Grid, running some systems diagnostics...

Sure. But not tonight. I need sleep... (Where's the sleepy smiley? Darn... :uhoh: )

"General Order 1101, by order of Administrator Kara, related to crew assignments. Miss Liriani Lopez shall be accompanying us as goodwill ambassador in her service to the OMIG. Isn't it exciting!" The holo-girl claps her hands and emits a screeching squeal of what you assume to be simulated delight.

CECCE proudly gives you a grand tour of the ship. She seems to be very pleased with all the details, even showing you into the captain's quarters and various areas that might seem to be off limits to non-crew. As she leads you onto the bridge, she introduces you with great flourish to the people...

"Certainly, Commander." A holo-projection shows a layout of the ship with the location of everyone on board. I believe you see that you are on the command deck, along with Ebon (who appears to be jacked in and ignoring the world), Caine, and Dra'Ked. The captain, Friday and Lucas are in...

The tabby just purrs contentedly in Friday's lap. Friday looks up at you and offers a friendly, informal salute. "Call me 'Friday', cap'n. Everyone else does. So you'll be wanting to take us out soon?"

Oh, and uh... I think an AI, once "born" is required by Concord law to be treated as a sentient. Once they are 12 years old, then they are emancipated and don't even have to work for their owner any longer. So some of the things Lucas has suggested would not be feasable/legal/ethical in the...

Last few days have been unusual in that I was able to post a lot. I can only promise one or two posts a day - if you get more, you're lucky. I'm about to start a new job next week, so I don't know how that will impact my time. Anywho, I am about to get all caught up and we'll see how things go...

Yes, indeed. I was only waiting for you to access their files. Jak Friday: Species: Human Nation of Origin: Rigunmor Star Force Rank: Gender: Female Age: 60 (estimated) Height: 5'7" Weight: 120 Appearance: Blue eyes, dark brown/black hair, mixed caucasian/asian features, cybernetic left arm...

Silver to Caw... "No fear. Scarfang's tough. He'll make do. Why, if worst came to worst, he could turn into a bird and fly away. Maybe that's why he sent us off, so he wouldn't have to defend us, and would be free to deal with the situation. He'll probably be waiting for us when we get to...

Silver ignores Roral, and goes over to Caw and speaks quietly with him. "How are you holding up, Caw? You're weren't hurt back there, were you?" Seeing that he's fine, she continues... "Nevermind Roral. You're doing great. And we're all going to get through this. Together." She casts a...

"Grrrr!" Silver glares at Roral. "I'm fine! At least I know how to move through the woods quietly. Who took down one of those monsters? You needn't worry about me." Silver sets to whatever task will keep her busy with camp preparations, avoiding Roral's gaze.

"Wasn't your fault. Just don't get trapped on a planet with an acidic atmosphere. That's my 'safety tip' for the day." She smiles more to herself than to anyone in particular. "I wonder when the cap'n'll take us out. Our engines are ready to go. I admit I'm eager to see what she's made of."

CECCE communicates via wireless, forming an Avatar in the gridspace where Liriani is accessing the recipe. This vessel was originally commissioned in 2451, as a vessel in the VoidCorp expeditionary fleet. It has a somewhat spotty service record - most of its history is classified or not present...

"Yeah, I never went for plugging my brain into the hardware. I'm too familiar with what can go wrong, ya know? But I guess I probably will some day. When I can afford it. After all, I had to get a brain chip to run this thing," she again indicates the arm. "What are you gonna do, right? I guess...

CECCE has a disappointed sound, but perks right back up. "Aw, well, that's ok, Miss Lopez! I am sure that the captain will restore my remotes sooner or later. In the meantime, if you like, I can provide you with a recipe for anything you like. The local Grid is fully accessible from any console...