After Earth - Episode II - Beyond Colonial Space.

[Blackrat]

[sblock=OOC]Hmm. AIs are quite common among ships. Even yours does have one, it just is not turned on. I suppose Gaetanna is right in that if you had turned it on, it would have called for report... Though her threat of reporting it means closer to nothing as it is not really a big deal .[/sblock]

 

[Relique du Madde]

[sblock=OOC]I'm figuring that since Gaetanna spent days/weeks fiddling with the ships systems she would know that this "AI" isn't the ship's pre-installed AI, especially considering that Angel Industries would have made a detailed survey of the Gold Greed before they initially loaned it out to the group (and that she would theoretically have had access to that information (if Grandpa Vincent actually wanted to to learn something about business while on this voyage). Also, considering this ship is on a company funded expedition, there most likely would be a company policy in effect dealing with unwarranted/reported modifications which could negate any insurance claims or reimbursement that the crew may receive as compensation for them fixing any damage that may have resulted from ship on ship combat or general wear and tear.
*cough* Knowledge: Business +7
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[Shayuri]

In the galley, the mighty galley, the pilot drinks tonight...

Melara nodded along to the persistent weem-a-wep droning in her head as she nursed a thermos of the ship's coffee...which she'd actually gotten a taste for...and made up inane verses, one after another. It wasn't her usual thing, but once that damn song got in, all you could do was go with it until it let you go.

Then that voice came over the intercom, announcing trouble with the sensors. Who the hell was that?

Hideously, as she screwed the cap on her coffee and started towards the bridge at a run, in the back of her head was, On the Gold Greed, the mighty Gold Greed, the sensors running wild....oh oooooooooooooooooooooo...

She heard Gaetanna screeching something about reporting whatsit as she passed the lounge, but didn't spare her a second thought. She was Damon's problem, not hers. Not yet anyway.

Mel burst into the bridge and tucked herself into the pilot's seat, then began checking the systems, starting with the sensors.

 

[Voda Vosa]

Working on the final details, Cnosos raises his head from his workbench, hearing the voice of the droid. He leaves his things on the workbench, and hasty advances to the bridge. He finds a hysteric Gaetanna demanding anwers. He stares at her for a moment, when Dorb sprouts out from his hiding spot behind Cnosos. "Why should you report the AI of the ship?" he asks simply. Then he stares to the speakers. "Were you trying to aboid boredom or is there something wrong with the sensors? Of course... something wrong that you didn't provoke." he asks to Chatty, so he has named it. At least in his mind.

OOC: Roll the knowledge check, Cnosos has a +10.

 

[ethandrew]

"Finally. Something," Pierce mutters under his breath as he gets up from the seat of the gunner he was sleeping in. He climbs up the ladder double time to see what was going on, to - investigate. Although Pierce is pretty sure, at least hoping, that whatever is happening is pretty straight forward and easy to figure out, because solving things was never his strong suit, unless the solution involved a punch to the face. Or a bullet to the stomach. Or a knife in the chest. Or a boot to the throat. Or...

He climbs up the hatch at the back of the bridge, and announces before his entire body is out yet, "We get to shoot something right? And whose voice woke me? Doctor Sally, right?"

 

[Dr Simon]

Solly seems nonchalant about all the fuss as he ducks his head to get through the door.

"Why would I be worrying about the sensors?" he asks, one eyebrow cocked. He ignores the mangling of his name.

 

[Rhun]

Damon rushes through the ship to the bridge, quickly taking a seat in front of the console and typing in a series of commands, pulling up the sensor displays.

 

[Relique du Madde]

"Well for one thing, as part of my duty, I have searched and cataloged, the ship's manifest, and even noted that much of it was encrypted as an attempt to keep it classified (which suggests that you might be transporting contraband. No where in the non classified section does it even mention a non standard AI. For you information, that AI's accent is non standard, so if you did modify the ship's AI or purchased a new/used model it should have been recorded since it's actions might make your captain liable for anything that happens during this mission especially if the AI neglected it's pre-programmed duties, or participated in malicious behavior that could place this ship, it's cargo, and crew in unwarranted danger.

So, let me ask you, do you want to be tried as Pirates if your ship's AI changed the sensor output so that one of Unity's freighters registered as being a hostile Thomaar warship? I think not!"

 

[ethandrew]

Pierce's head hurt just trying to understand the ramifications or half of the words Gaetanna was saying, but he clearly identified her accusatory tone and finger wagging as threatening. And an outsider, and a suit to boot, albeit a pretty outsider and suit, was never a good thing when it starts threatening his friends and this ship.

"If you want I can throw her in the airlock. I'll take a stab or two if she's got a knife on her." If they were wondering if he was joking or not, they just needed to look at his face to see the absence of anything joyful and wholesome.

 

[Voda Vosa]

"I'm quite sure Chatty won't do that. He is free willed, and quite intelligent. Even more than me, and I can say that I'm the smartest person here. If we are blown in pieces, he will be destroyed as well, and I don't think he wants that. Am I wrong Chatty?" Cnosos replies, raising his eyebrows, and waiting for Chatty's intervention. Until now, he had kept him hidden, but apparently, Chatty didn't want to hide any more. Cnosos looked at Pierce for a moment, as wanting to say "Be my guest." but he refrained, for now. After all, the girl's attempts to unmask an unexisten complot against her were quite fun.