"Unwanted Attention" ::Data Salvaged::Continuing at least corrupted Info Module::

[Zaine]

::For Complete History regarding events before this Module see: Partially Corrupted Module Packet::

[color=#FFFFFF]The ship drifted endlessly as Zaine fought consciousness. Most systems on the Evo 2B "Nyx" VHF were fried from the explosion before his capture and then being sucked out into space and colliding with multiple asteroids. What in the hell spooked that AI? He recalled that a warning blared through the ship, which woke him up in the small vent, and the hangar was to be cleared. He barely sealed the cockpit before the hangar was opened to the vacuum of space. The ship scraped across the bay and eventually shot out into the radioactive hell of Omega-41. This...day....*small sigh* The pilot passed out, the exertion on his body in this small amount of time seemed to overwhelm his nervous system. A reboot was necessary.

[Zaine]

[color=#FFFFFF]Zaine woke up with strobe-like lighting pulsing in his cornea's, the mechanical *whirr* of various machinery was heard as well as muffled......voices? He attempted to lift a hand, his head hurt quite badly, but found out it wouldn't move. What...the.... None of his limbs could move, his vision was shot due to the constant change in lighting and even the lights were blurry. "Where!...am..-" He couldn't find the strength to speak, it seems his entire body was being manipulated by something. Wha...what? He tried to look around, and began to see letters appear. ::F::L::E::X::......"Your....left.....hand...." he murmured. The muscles in his left hand did as their former master asked. ::G::O::O::D:: , the lights displayed. Letters began to swim closer to each other amid the blinding lights and form words that gave him instructions; ::You are now ours. Please act as serene as possible through out the experiment. Other subjects who have not complied have been terminated.:: Quick flashes of horrifying images seized the pilots lungs as his breath caught. Men and women displaying various physical defects, bruises, slashes, hideously implanted AI's, and one who seemed to be flayed on a table. The images were there and gone too fast to see more detail. Zaine opened his mouse to shout but his vocal cords would not function. ::You have been injected with a standard amount of nanites, I am to monitor your progress as you transform into a Bio-Mechanical being. This will endure for roughly 11 sun cycles, in relation to this system, until the result, your new form, is finished. Do not worry, you will be returned to your ship and proceed on your way. Note that this vessel will be able to locate, and recall, you should we feel it necessary. Pain killers and various other medicines will not help you. The pain you will sense cannot be determined by this unit, as various levels of agony have been experienced by multiple subjects. We will know your internal condition via implants and other devices that have been inserted into your body.:: "Wh...wh-" ::What is it we plan to achieve? To compromise Humanoid emotions and implement their uses to expedite our understanding of Sentience. Any additional information gathered while researching this is considered valuable and therefore will be researched as well, should time permit.:: The intense lighting suddenly stopped, then seemed to gather into one single light above the subject. When Zaine thought the light couldn't get any brighter, it suddenly flashed green and he was sitting in his Nyx fighter. Immediately he slumped over and began to close his eyes, once more.

[Zaine]

[font=Verdana]The unlucky man, unfortunately, woke up from his insecure slumber. He started rub his eyes, but once his hands touched the flesh of his mildly swelled face, pain shot through his nerves. "Gah, where's that blasted mirror?" He stretched his arm out to grasp the small circular mirror above his piloting chair. Upon gazing into the reflective stone, he saw another man. His cheeks were three times the size they usually were, blood was pulsing through his face; making it a rather sickening red color. Zaine put down the mirror and leaned back on the head rest. Time to leave. He thought. All the systems listed in "Ship Status" were red, but he felt he could fix it never-the-less. Strenuously lifting out of his chair, Zaine limped to the back room and opened the access panel for impulse engines. "Oh, god." Wires were skewed and twisted, burnt and peeled. Surely nothing could be salvaged there. The same story was applicable to the powerful but useless shield generator. He figured a look at the power core wouldn't hurt, so he unbolted the floor latch and peered inside. The power core was intact, which would explain the emergency lighting and "Status" display, but very low on power. That.....thing said it would return.....

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[font=Verdana]Zaine had to find a way to increase the power in the core. But how? He wasn’t sure how long the alien would be gone. [color=#000000]How long was I out? None of the supposedly atomic clocks worked, correctly. Bah my thoughts need to be focused…. The pilot began searching for sources of energy apart from that produced by the core, he wouldn't want to short the core. Or worse….overload it. A thought popped into his head; The receiving tower. "When on emergency power it separated from the central core and was powered off of an inner solar conversion device." The integration into the power core would be simple if a secondary cuplink would fit both the small storage device and the input conduit for the power core. He did have plenty of those type of links lying around. Zaine stood and hobbled over the where the receiving antenna above him. The access panel took a few tries to pry open after being partially melded to the metal around it. Inside, the wiring was frayed nearest to the inner hull but the module seemed intact. He carefully unplugged the conversion device and placed it next to the hole in the floor. Among other debris in the cramped cargo bay, amid smashed boxes and disfigured panels, were several bulbous cuplinks; bundles of wires that served as superior or inferior conductors. He wanted a superior conductor, it would amplify the power in the converter as it transferred to the central core. A rather intact one was lying under some other wires and scrap but it appeared that it could do the job, he grabbed it and inserted the out-bound segment into the converter and gently pushed the male end into the input of the central core. Enabling the energy flow was as easy flipping a switch, the bundle of cords began to smoke and spark as they invisibly transferred energy to the depleted core. The male end began to gather up energy, there was some sort of blockage preventing any more energy from entering the Central Core. Zaine grasped the trembling mass and tried with all his might to fully re-connect the piece. One last shove did the trick but had its consequences, a large jolt threw the pilot six feet, slamming him into the other bay wall. His vision blurred and he began to convulse slightly. As his shaking worsened letters flashed across his Cornea, random letters….and symbols. Zaine's head began to pound against the ground, but he no longer felt that. Pressure was building up in his head, an intense pain that stole the attention of all his feelings. All he could think about was the pain, a gathering of energy in his body that would cause him to explode……building….building… "Nnnyahhhhgahhh!!!!!" As he stiffened one last time his vision flashed and faded, but two words scrolled across his mind. ::Free Me:: The pilot began to lose consciousness as he wondered who was speaking; him….or the new thing inside……