Vengeance of the Remnant: Waking. (IC)

[P.K.]

AI Log 354
Year: 7270
Month: 3
Day: 30
hour: 0700
Ship statues: Damaged.
Crew count: Incomplete.
Distance from home planet: Unknown
Current system: Unknown.
Systems functional: Minimal.
Starting up AI WUS
System path ERROR
Locker 1 Unstable
Locker 2 Stable
Locker 3 Unstable
Initializing AI WUS in Locker 2

A small platform glows to life, in the center of a small room. A holographic figure projecting into the center of the room static dancing over and around her figure as it stabilized and settled. She looked over the 5 pods that laid in the walls, the aged and wrinkled faces of the 4 that did not make it slumbering almost peacefully. The emergency lights had long died out leaving the room in pitch darkness till now. "It seems that only two of you remain in this group." she murmured quietly peering at the 2 slumbering faces that had not aged. "Its less then what they hopped for, but it will have to do." She said.

Light flooded out from the platform winding up paths to the 5 pods. "Beginning the waking processes." after a moment With a snap and a whoosh the first pod opened, releasing the head of the group, Followed by the other 4 pods.

As the two occupants began to wake the AI began to speak.

"Its been over 1000 and 200 years since your race has reached the stars in search of new and strange life, in the year 4110 they determined that they were truly alone as they colonized one planet after another. Their knowledge and space expanding and growing. It seemed they were truly masters of the land, sea, sky and void." Here she paused looking to the survivors. "In the year 6111 A mining colony had its first contact with a strange substance and soon after all contact was lost. When the U.S.E. James launched an investigation they too were lost, but not with out collecting significant Data. This substance, Is a virus." She murmured. "The humans have come to know it as 'The Hive', Its nature is much like that of a nest of ants from the little data we have gathered. They are your enemies and you are the last." She said Solemnly. "Your purpose is to avenge your spices and wipe out The Hive. Only then can the human race thrive once more. Or so they have hopped."

The AI looked to the files that projected up around her displaying the corrupted data on the Hive. "Our collection of of information is sparse, You will have to collect your own Data on your war path." she said calmly as she watched the two rise, steadying themselves and gazing at her. She looked between the two. "Your numbers are few, There are two other lockers. You must retrieve the other team members who have survived stasis to increase your odds of success. You must upload me into the AI platform in each of the lockers, The pathways are blocked and I cannot wake them from the core, you must come to the core and retrieve my Data to bring with you." Her eyes settled on the leader. "Etmere Zurbank, You are the appointed captain and leader. Your extensive military background and prows qualify to take command until a higher rank personal is encountered." She turned her eyes to the second. "Braelley Dare, You designated as the second in command as of this moment, your duty is to support and protect your captain." She once again looked back to the captain. "Only you two remain of this prepared team, Team 1 and team 3 remain but their numbers of survival are unknown at this time, it is imperative now that you retrieve my Data and wake those that remain."

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Etmere looked at the virtual screens that were being projected in front of them. He was aware of the capabilities of the locker ship that they were on. He wasn't angry at the fact that he had been lied to and sent to be frozen as a last case scenario. The software allowed them to dream while frozen and it gave him time to come to grips with what had happened.

He looked over at the crew member that woke up as well. She was pretty, lean, and looked capable of holding her own. Etmere couldn't help but wonder what happened with the software for the other members who didn't survive. "AI, what's the status of the ship we are on now? Power, weapons, shields, engines? As well, what is the status of our supplies? Do we need to find a stable planet of which to build a base and collect supplies?" He looked back to the AI as he spoke, putting his hands on his hips.

[P.K.]

Braelley was a bit shaky on her legs when she first emerged but used the wall to steady herself as she listened to the AI speak. Damn those... She looked to her 'captain' before looking back to the AI is it spoke about their rolls and their current mission. "Damn..." she glanced at the other three pods that were open but... She quickly looked back to the Ai feeling the dizziness raise to her head but she kept her eyes trained on the AI.

"Ship statues: Damaged." She responded looking straight at the Captain. "Power failures through out the ship, Running on emergency power. Weapons are offline, shields are down. Engines are damaged." She said. "The cafeteria and Medical labs are breached, unable to seal, manual seal is necessary to access these locations. Decks B and C are contaminated, Halls B1 and C3 are brea - "

"The ship is useless, we get it." Brael snapped. "What do our supplies look like?" The AI glanced at her. "Supplies are low, There are emergency rations located in a locker here and through out the ship. Seeking a stable planet is advisable."

"And what System are we in?" "That is unknown." "No recognizable stars? Nothing?" "Correct." "Damn." She sighed heavily feeling her body adjust, tingle even but she shook it off. "Are there any other living crew on the ship?"
"Negative, beyond locker 1 and locker 3"
"Are there any Shuttles left in the hanger bay?".
"Yes."
"We'll just have to see if they still run."
The second in command pushed away from the wall, now feeling strong enough to stand on her own two feet. She hadn't agreed to all of this and it upset her that she was here... what year was it even? "AI... what year is it?"
"7270." The AI responded with out hesitation.

As she thought... Her sister was long dead, closely followed by any other human being she'd ever know. She slammed her fist into the wall. The only reason she'd been a part of this at all was for her sisters sake and now even that was gone. She didn't have another reason to be humanities 'last hope'. "Those son of a moldy biscuit." She hissed. She bowed her head for a moemnt trying to collect her emotions and think past her absolute fury at the situation.

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He looked at the 2nd in command when she spoke. "Be angry at those who put us in there later. We need to get out of this mess first." He pulled the data screen back and started to look at the blueprints of the ship as well as looking at a map of the system we were in. He looked at each button, getting basic information on the planets. "With how many years it's been it's no surprise the AI can't figure out where we are. Looking at the different planets in the system, it doesn't look like there is one planet that will meet all of our needs. Which means our best bet might be to try and find materials on the planets to do a temporary repair."

He looked back to the AI. "AI, find the best planet when it comes to food and water. As long as we are stable on those two positions I can use one of my powers to translate other materials into newer materials. But it will take time and energy which are two resources that we don't have right now."

He still had the blueprints up of the ship. He could use the blueprints to repair the damaged parts of the ship. They at least needed to get engines online, as well as getting the holes in the ship repaired. To get the holes repaired in the ship they needed to get space suits as well as a reliable source of oxygen. Which meant repairing the primary generator on the ship in order to bring power back to the life support systems.

[P.K.]

"Ya ya." Breal grunted before pushing away from the wall and standing next to the captain to peer at the blue prints, looking them over quietly as he asked the AI to locate a suitable planet for food and water.

"I'll update the Ship map for all the damaged area's." The AI said before pulling up another Data screen and attempted to scan the nearest planets for stable atmosphere, water and edible substances. "Long range is inaccurate." She said finely before showing the screen to the two and pin pointing one of the planets. "This appears to be the nearest to your specifications."

"Great, its one of the farthest away." Breal said before rolling one of her shoulders and moving past the AI refusing to look at the pods of their deceased team mates. Not that she had personally known any of these people. She'd probably been put asleep before or even after they where... it was hard to say. But for this long? Suppressing the anger was difacult, putting her to sleep hadn't done anything about her short temper.

The door at the end did't open. She opened a panel to the side of the door and pulled out the tools that were used to open the door manually. Fitting them to the door and began to pry open the door. In the room beyond was a room fitted with weapons and armor along with other tools, and of coarse their rations. She moved in. Taking note of what was on the room. Everything seemed t be layed out in the same order as the room with the pods. So the stuff' assigned' to her was in an alcove next to the captains. Why was she the second in command anyways? She didn't have any sort of qualifications for that kind of thing. The EMR's should still be good, the room was dimly lit by emergency lights and was a little to warm for her liking but she looked at the other tools and materials. It looked like there were a bunch of tools that might help them repair the ship.

"At least we have something to start with." She said before pulling out the EMR that was out, almost like they knew she'd be starving when she was finely awake. She came back to the door with another for the captain and would toss if through the AI to him. "Catch." She thought, linking their minds. She knew this was something they had attempted to open her own mind to, now was a good time to see if it worked encase they needed it later. "AI, What are the quickest paths to reach the other two lockers?" She murmured as she put one of the small bags from the EMR in her mouth, pulling out one thing after another and looking them over to see what was inside.

The AI brought up a map of the ship, with details about decks, halls, and maintenance halls which were more like crawl spaces. Sections of the ship turned read according to accessibility. "You are here." she pointed, a light showing up in the locker 2 area. "Locker 1 and 2 are equal distance apart, however locker 3 is in the section of the ship that is most damaged." the AI said. From the light two paths were created through the ship to the two lockers, by passing as many of the red sections as possible.

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When he received the message to catch in his mind he quickly caught the food that she had thrown at him. He opened up the rations and pulled out some of the food, quickly putting it into his mouth where he started to eat it. It had a very dry and bland taste. Military rations, oh how he was used to them. Sadly, being used to them didn't make them easier to eat. It only made them more appetizing.

"Even if we want to open up the other lockers we run into the issues of not having enough supplies to support more people. We don't even have enough to support ourselves right now. Counting the food and water that we get in emergency supplies, as well as taking the emergency supplies from the crew members who didn't wake up, we have about two weeks of food and water for the both of us. The best path to expand our operations would be getting to the generations, getting them repaired and online. That would give the parts of the ship that we currently have access to power. After that we'll need to bring life support back online, the food generators and water generators back online. Depending on the exact damage to the affected areas I might be able to use furniture, and other items here on the ship to repair the broken parts."

He looked to the A.I. "A.I., can you plot a path to the generator, and guide us as we move through the ship to the affected areas." He then looked over to his second in command. "Breal was it? I know this situation sucks and isn't something either of us signed up for. However, if we are going to live, I am going to need your help. Now... Will you lend me your help?"

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Breal listened quietly as she munched on the bland food unable to help but grimace as she shoved it in and swallowed. Only two weeks? for the two of them and thats wish all the extra rations they had. "Its going to take a lot of time for just the two of us." She grumbled over her bag of rations. She looked to Etmere as he spoke more directly to her. She frowned as she set silent for a moment. Its not like she had anything else to do but throw herself out an airlock. Why had she survived? but everyone else didn't? why had they been asleep for so long?

"Its not like I've much else to do, and if I keep busy it will keep me from thinking to much." She responded. But that wasn't entirely true. Her sister was already long gone, free of suffering she supposed but... she should have been with her. She hopped... they had kept their promise. "You got it."

The AI erased the routs she had marked for the two other lockers and created the most efficient rout to the generators. "This path will take you to the generators." "How long do you think it will take us to repair it?" Breal asked. "Approximations... 2 weeks." The Ai responded. "Cutting it really close."

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Etmere looked at the route of the map. "Okay, if we have two weeks of supplies and the repair takes two weeks, that means that we will have about three days after two weeks to finish it before we die from dehydration. However, assuming the temperature in the rooms should make it so that we have to consume less water so I would say that would probably give us an extra day. So 14 days to repair the generator. 18 days till we die from no supplies. Which means we have 4 days to turn the water generator back on. After that, we'll gain another 14 days due to the fact that it will take two weeks for us to starve to death. So after the water is fixed we'll want to fix the life support in order to make sure we have proper temperature and oxygen generation, and then spend the rest of the time fixing the food generator."

He looked away from the map and back to Breal. "Sound alright to you? Like you said it will be close, however, we were chosen for a reason so I have faith that we can do it successfully." He said with a sort of amused smile at her.

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Breal listened to what he had to say, taking into account things she wasn't. Really military of him. Well she supposed that was good thing since she was just a civilian.. or had been. Suddenly she was jumped to a position she wasn't ready to fill... or want to. "Sounds like I do't have much of a choice. If we are going to get this fixed we better start soon." She grunted with some disdain as he said they had been chosen for a reason. Maybe he had but she'd just been thrown into the mix because she was on hand... she wondered about the others but... there would be no talking to them. "Right." She didn't sound amused or enthused.

Finishing off her EMR she turned and head back into the room she'd just opened, looking over her alcove at the weapons and armor provided along with the packs and other gear. Bettwen what they gave her and what everyone else had it be hard to carry it all at once. "Perhaps we should make this out base till we've fixed up the ship a little more." Maybe she'd just content herself with dying while working, seemed better then just jumping out of an airlock at least then maybe she'd feel... better? She shook her head and she pulled out a blaster and checked it over. Damn she'd never touched one of these before... but she figured the operation was pretty simple, point and pull the trigger.

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"That would make it much easier since we can make sure this room is properly made and everything." He then looked to the other opened pods with the dead bodies. "We will need to dispose of the bodies though. Lest they start to rot and bring about a disease." There were several ways to dispose of it. The easiest would be to use his power to turn the atoms of their bodies into other resources. However, he also considered a taboo form of use for his power.

He walked over to the small area where their supplies were. Naturally, his military gear was there. A pistol, assault rifle, some basic bandages and survival gear. He quickly started to equip the different gear onto his body and strapped everything into place before heading back into the main room. "AI, is there any safe way to dispose of these bodies right now? Or will we have to wait till primary systems are back online?"