"Move him? I wouldn't recommend that. Bit knows everything about the ship he urgh...inhabits. Provided he does cooperate, the process should be faster. We can take the long route to the Cafeteria in the meantime. I'll have Bit contact me should any problems occur." said Kyle, looking at the Jackdaw's weapons. The Manticores were in pristine condition, specifically designed by the GRG to face the harshest of conditions. The "Moonblast" Tachyon Cannons on the other hand were damaged beyond repair, thus couldn't perform as well as they once did. The ship needed something...more. What he could think of were the Scythes. Weapons previously owned by the now forgotten Reapers Of Sirius, and now used by organizations all around the Edge Worlds with various modifications. It wouldn't be hard to make a custom set, lined with Iridium to resist the massive heat and energy fluctuations the CV-2400 often had. "Say, could they also replace the weapons?"
Lieutenant Jones remained silent for a moment, staring out the window lost in thought before shaking his head. "My apologies, I was lost in thought for a moment, feels like over a week. What I meant was move the vessel, we have no intention of transfering the AI itself."
With that said the Lieutenant continued to walk to the cafetaria, adding: "As for replacing weapons, I don't expect that to be problematic. After our meal we'll go to the engineers so you can discuss the details regarding the weapons with them. I suspect they'll be ready to continue by then so it should work out well enough."
Once they arrived at the cafetaria Lieutenant Jones took a seat, as well as a meal. Leaving Vaughn to choose a meal for himself.
The options available that day seemed straight forward enough: Manhattan Pancakes, Kusari steamed buns, Rheinland Würst and Nomad Burger.
The latter of which, the chef reasured, was not made of actual Nomad.
"All good. I was starting to wonder if you faced some hardships as of late. Few people stare at nothing for no reason. Regardless, I'm sure the vessel can be moved wherever it is necessary."
As the two continued their walk to the cafeteria, Kyle smiled as the sound of approval regarding the weapon replacement.
"Wonderful! It shouldn't be a troublesome task, I hope. Edge Worlds weaponry are known for their reliability. Provided they could receive a few calibrations just to make sure everything is okay...well, no comment."
As he reached the cafeteria with Lieutenant Jones, he visibly recoiled at the sound of the menu's final food, only revealed by the after-notice that the Nomad Burger was not made of actual Nomads. Nonetheless, Kyle tried to look away from the exotic named burger as much as possible, thus going for the Rheinland Würst.
"I swear the more I get to know The Order, the more concerned I am about your sanity overall..." he said half-jokingly to Jones.
Lieutenant Jones simply chuckled and said: "Living out here, constantly fighting to protect humanity from the Nomads, while knowing people back home would shoot you for being a 'terrorist'. Well lets just say you learn to appreciate humor when you can, helps keep your sanity."
The meal itself was relatively uneventful, some small talk here and there but nothing too noteworthy.
After having finished his pancakes the Lieutenant looked up towards Vaughn and said: "So tell me, any specific weapons you have in mind for the ship?"
Kyle left a mildly surprised face as he heard the Lieutenant's problems, almost able to share the feeling. He fiddled around with the tablet on his left as he took a bite of his meal every now and then.
I suppose it's not easy to be part of The Order. Betraying your own home in order to save it must be tough. I'd say I can relate to that, but I can't. My home is Tarancon, and to be fair, I wouldn't have it any other way.
After the meal was over, Vaughn left the dish aside, to the left with the fork and knife placed in X position, then directing his attention at Jones.
I thought about Scythes lined with iridium and heat sinks to disperse any leftover heat, specifically at the base of the weapon mount, preferably to be lined with Copper. These weapons could serve as a placeholder for a different project I had in mind, something more permanent for the ship to use, but it's a long way until then. There's the ship's hull and several components to be taken care of. Jackdaws haven't aged well in terms of how their hull holds up, compared to other fighters.
Lieutenant Jones nodded as Vaughn spoke, the request was simple enough after all. "That should be doable, fortunately for you we recently had several large shipments of Iridium."
The Lieutenant turned their dishes in to the cafeteria staff and turned back to his guest, adding: "That said, it will likely take a day or two to make the needed adjustments, considering the team will be extra careful with implemting any changes. We wouldn't want to accidentally antagonize your...friend, after all.
If you want, I'll take you to the team of engineers that will be overlooking the project so you can discuss the details with them before they start.
We have also prepared a room for you to sleep in when you are ready to retire for the day."