11-22-2018, 09:23 PM
Slowly but steadily the battered Corvo pushed through the thick Nebula. They had picked up the last signs of human life days ago. And nothing but thick green mud all around. If there was no reason for going here, Saya would've called it quits right here. But people died so someone could hide this. And any reasonable person would've strayed away from going here for that reason alone. Leave alone attempting it in a ship that direly needed a full overhaul.
Guess we can afford that if we finally find something. Saya thought, sitting in the captain's chair with her feet resting on the console. She was alone on the bridge. Not that there was lots of people on the ship who could keep her company. Another reason the ship was falling apart. There was less than twenty on the vessel, far less than usual but no one had wanted to risk their lives leaving populated space so far behind.
There was friends she could usually call on, trustworthy ones that so far helped each of her plans. But, she guessed, that was before her ship was falling apart and the results of her trips into the Omicrons less rewarding. She sighed at that and got up, ready to leave the bridge to grab a cuppa when she saw something, first in the cloud before a whole range of alarms sounded throughout the ship.
She was back in the captain's seat in an instant and within a few moments she heard the door to the bridge open, with the crew swarming into the room. Indicated on the screen was that at least some of the turrets were now manned by a person instead of the crude AI. With a deep breath she reminded herself that that once happened faster and that all turrets were manned at one point. But that was pointless drifting of thoughts. There was something before them. Something artificial.
Guess we can afford that if we finally find something. Saya thought, sitting in the captain's chair with her feet resting on the console. She was alone on the bridge. Not that there was lots of people on the ship who could keep her company. Another reason the ship was falling apart. There was less than twenty on the vessel, far less than usual but no one had wanted to risk their lives leaving populated space so far behind.
There was friends she could usually call on, trustworthy ones that so far helped each of her plans. But, she guessed, that was before her ship was falling apart and the results of her trips into the Omicrons less rewarding. She sighed at that and got up, ready to leave the bridge to grab a cuppa when she saw something, first in the cloud before a whole range of alarms sounded throughout the ship.
She was back in the captain's seat in an instant and within a few moments she heard the door to the bridge open, with the crew swarming into the room. Indicated on the screen was that at least some of the turrets were now manned by a person instead of the crude AI. With a deep breath she reminded herself that that once happened faster and that all turrets were manned at one point. But that was pointless drifting of thoughts. There was something before them. Something artificial.