Hi! Sudden appearance? Yes. Why do I do it? I'm currently being targetted by my ex-owner and probably the entire Liberty Navy. Who am I? Bit, names's Bit.-[err.101]-DIE YOU D-D-ONUT FED BASTARDS-[crash log:???]- huh? Thats new. Back to the subject. I'm out of luck after a trip in the 'crons. Navy wants me dead. Rogues are a no go, screw them. I need a place to-[err.101]-PURGE THE CORRUPTED N-N-NAAVYYY-[crash log:???]- hide. Look. My papers are good, all is fine. But I'm running out of places to hide and repair! And I lack a mainframe now, been cut off from the one aboard a certain capital ship.
*Several shootings in the background, then a person screaming on the comms. A vessel is heard exploding*
CommID: Dale Watterson, XA
Location: Ouray, Colorado
Recipient: Mr. Roboto
Encryption: Yes
Subject: A Haven
*Distant* Oh crap, is that an AI? Like one of those self-aware machine thingies? Can I tamper with it? What do you mean no? Wait the channel is already open?
*Clang*
Uh oops, sorry. Uh Mr, miss? Madam?...um..."Bit-err. 101", heard you're looking for some safe haven somewhere out in Liberty. One free of doughnut eating fatties and drunkard pirate wannabes. Tell you what, you manage to find your way into the Jersey debris field in New York, you know the one behind Planet Manhattan, you manage to get your clanky rear... *aside* do robots have rears? . You get to that jumphole in C3 while avoiding all the Junkers who want to strip you for parts and you will find yourself in a fancy little asteroid field with silver pieces floating around.
From there, we'll find somebody to escort you to our little hidey hole. There you'll a safe haven and find somebody willing to do maintenance on your ship *aside* or is -it- the ship?. Whatever, I'll even help fix you up for free!
*Clang*
What do you mean I am forbidden from touching it?
Whatever, get your shiny metal ass here if you want to continue functioning.
What a sudden coincidence! I am right now in here sharing a cup of- [err.101- BL-O--OD___ AND NAVY ORGANS- [crash.log:???]- coffee with the officers! How about we sort this out in a few hours before something goes south. Or rather, keeps going south?
*Several shootings in the background, then a person screaming on the comms. A vessel is heard exploding*
Badaboom!- Uh. Uuh. Uh oh. Hurry up, theres an "Overlord" capital ship coming in. It takes a while for it to approach and uh...well. CAN I TAKE THAT ONE DOWN? NO.