A thorough search of the ship didn't seem to yield anything. This was a visible annoyance to the captain.
"Alright, enough games," Luca cracked his knuckles as he got up with his shotgun in hand, "Come out wherever you are, or I'll get Valo to make you."
"You don't seem to understand, I'm here on this ship, but not," The voice on the ship said.
"How's that supposed to make sense?" Luca was getting visibly annoyed as he walked the corridors, "If you're invisible, I'll get Arin to deal with you." He was on the right track, but the wrong tangent, recalling his previous experience where the NAM representative showed her resourcefulness.
Arin, meanwhile, came across quite a bump in the ship's computer data. In fact, it was a large bump of fluctuating size, and a log showed that an unauthorised data acquisition was made within the past few minutes.
Allison, who happened to be nearby in the engine room, watched the representative tap away.
"How should we deal with this?" She asked inquisitively, "Aren't Freespacers cyber criminals on Rage?"
The AI got wind of this, and was ticked off about it, "Watch your tongue, or I'll overheat your engines and cook this little ship!" Arin's computer access was severed, locked out from the system, "Now do as I say, and you won't fry, meatbags."
The ship was still on its course however, but it didn't want to deviate unless completely necessary.
The captain, meanwhile, put his weapon away and folded his arms, staring at the intercom, "Maybe we got off on the wrong foot," He was putting some social engineering into motion, "If you asked permission or made yourself clearer it would've been fine."
Melissa, meanwhile, was a little jarred at the unexpected entry, "I'll get back ta ya on that," She answered Panther quickly, then turned around to the artificial intelligence, "Oi mate, it ain't playin' stickball to nick someone's ship under their nose. Hell, you should thank us."
"I think not," The AI responded, "Isn't that what you Yamataians did to my home?"
"Listen, I'm Nepleslian, there are only five Yamataians on this ship, 11 Nepleslians and Geshrin, combined," She argued, "And even an Elysian, a Kohanian, a Lorath in medical, and a platy-friggin'-pus. We're hardly Yamataian, and in fact we're rather independent of those kitty worshipping bitches," She continued to ramble on about her dislike of Yamatai.
"Maybe that's the case, but I still can't trust you where I want to go," The AI was a little calmer, but still keeping a vicelike grip on the system.
Valo appeared to be inert at this point.
Luca grumbled shaking, his head. He turned around and and consulted his father, who was also in a bit of a spit about this.
"Your thoughts, aside from not trusting a computer you can't throw out a window?"
Sebastian whispered into his son's ear, and after a minute or so, Luca smiled, then nodded with a telepathic message. The advantage was that a telepathic message could not be intercepted.
"Excellent idea." He broadcast his plan to the others on the ship as he walked through the halls, rooms and hold of the ship, which, although the details were scarce, could be broken down into this:
If anyone else had a better idea, they could huddle and whisper it in, or respond in kind if they had the capability.
"If only she had a forehead to vent," Melissa grumbled under her breath.
"Alright, enough games," Luca cracked his knuckles as he got up with his shotgun in hand, "Come out wherever you are, or I'll get Valo to make you."
"You don't seem to understand, I'm here on this ship, but not," The voice on the ship said.
"How's that supposed to make sense?" Luca was getting visibly annoyed as he walked the corridors, "If you're invisible, I'll get Arin to deal with you." He was on the right track, but the wrong tangent, recalling his previous experience where the NAM representative showed her resourcefulness.
Arin, meanwhile, came across quite a bump in the ship's computer data. In fact, it was a large bump of fluctuating size, and a log showed that an unauthorised data acquisition was made within the past few minutes.
Allison, who happened to be nearby in the engine room, watched the representative tap away.
"How should we deal with this?" She asked inquisitively, "Aren't Freespacers cyber criminals on Rage?"
The AI got wind of this, and was ticked off about it, "Watch your tongue, or I'll overheat your engines and cook this little ship!" Arin's computer access was severed, locked out from the system, "Now do as I say, and you won't fry, meatbags."
The ship was still on its course however, but it didn't want to deviate unless completely necessary.
The captain, meanwhile, put his weapon away and folded his arms, staring at the intercom, "Maybe we got off on the wrong foot," He was putting some social engineering into motion, "If you asked permission or made yourself clearer it would've been fine."
Melissa, meanwhile, was a little jarred at the unexpected entry, "I'll get back ta ya on that," She answered Panther quickly, then turned around to the artificial intelligence, "Oi mate, it ain't playin' stickball to nick someone's ship under their nose. Hell, you should thank us."
"I think not," The AI responded, "Isn't that what you Yamataians did to my home?"
"Listen, I'm Nepleslian, there are only five Yamataians on this ship, 11 Nepleslians and Geshrin, combined," She argued, "And even an Elysian, a Kohanian, a Lorath in medical, and a platy-friggin'-pus. We're hardly Yamataian, and in fact we're rather independent of those kitty worshipping bitches," She continued to ramble on about her dislike of Yamatai.
"Maybe that's the case, but I still can't trust you where I want to go," The AI was a little calmer, but still keeping a vicelike grip on the system.
Valo appeared to be inert at this point.
Luca grumbled shaking, his head. He turned around and and consulted his father, who was also in a bit of a spit about this.
"Your thoughts, aside from not trusting a computer you can't throw out a window?"
Sebastian whispered into his son's ear, and after a minute or so, Luca smiled, then nodded with a telepathic message. The advantage was that a telepathic message could not be intercepted.
"Excellent idea." He broadcast his plan to the others on the ship as he walked through the halls, rooms and hold of the ship, which, although the details were scarce, could be broken down into this:
- "Heave the reputation around a little..."
- "Get into a yes/no argument about releasing the locks she has on us, then switching from 'Yes' to 'No' midway and making her say 'Yes', then giving Arin a window of opportunity to seal her in, or whatever you computer folks do..."
- "Ask her how to get into a system and unhack it, but do it in such a roundabout and abstract fashion that she spills the beans by accident..."
- "Use a reverse psychology plea..."
- "Failing all that, we tear out the computer core and toss it out the airlock, then get Arin and Allison to jury rig one from the Super Demon."
If anyone else had a better idea, they could huddle and whisper it in, or respond in kind if they had the capability.
"If only she had a forehead to vent," Melissa grumbled under her breath.
