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!!O+eQDn0BBx8 07/23/11(Sat)01:21 No.15674855The image floating above Dai’s arm, the potential it represents. A link to the past and, maybe, to the future.
“Chief, I’ll be taking over now. If possible I would like you to stand by here while I attempt some things, in case we need to beat a hasty retreat.”
The man simply nods, climbing heavily to his feet and walking over to the reactor core as you flick over to the Asura. All around the drones swarm, the original fourty that made it having been worn down to 33 so far, with several more having slagged components or limbs. Still, as you link each in turn to the reactor core you know that they are enough to serve their purpose for now.
The first step, disabling safety interlocks on the core and taking control of the power stream. Easy enough. Next, the message. Your name, rank, ship, and affiliation. Standard Imperial practice and form, all transmitted in extremely rapid dips and surges in the shield power... more than enough to be detected by anything on the other side of the shield.
No response.
You change tack, proclaiming yourself a rescuer. An ally. A loyal Imperial.
Still nothing.
What is wrong? Tsk. Your mind wanders, sliding back to the days when you were yet entirely flesh and blood. Well, not quite. But before you were an EI. Your time here, on this very ship... XO of the mighty cruiser Asura and serving under Captain Kurar Razon. Searching. Searching for something, anything, that would identify you or could be used as a way in. Old jokes, friends, family... nothing. No family save the Armada, no friends save his compatriots in the military. Old jokes aplenty, but none that defined or stood out.
Wait. Of course.
The code is simple, the process ingrained. Something every Imperial soldier has drilled into them from day one, something they all know, something the old man loved to play every time the ship left dock.
The Imperial Anthem.
Still, nothing. Nothing at all. |