Cy83r K0rp53
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The Red Hill-class Transport, Honor's Sign, shook as gravity tethered her and ruined the peristaltic gravimetric fields that propelled her bulk through the firmament. The unmarked, unnamed ship drifted silently while her captor, an old Yui-class Scout, closed in and began the process of boarding the lifeless ship. Lifeless that is, if one didn't account for the AI at the controls, frantic as it tried to find a way out of the pirate's grip. All of its processor modules concluded the same course of action and activated its siblings laying dormant in the cargo hold. Retrofitted power armor bays sprung into action, maintenance robots opening up three humanoid shells and inserting a bulky Savtech unit into paired slots on each of the droids.
"This is Curry," a small fish swam at the edges of three Cliffhangers' vision while their systems interfaced and booted up, "we've been boarded," the fish twitched in its etheric environment, clearly agitated, "pirates by the look of it, they don't seem to like that this ship isn't registering on their bio-scanners, use that to your advantage, get them off of this ship and keep the Gendarmes intact, my orders are to deliver this batch to Francia unharmed, so don't jump in front of their guns."
As sensory diagnostics flooded the CALOs' perception and mobility came to them, the fish dove away with a simulated splash, "They're advancing towards your position now, I'll keep you appraised of any new arrivals."
Right on cue, footsteps sounded like thunder in the Gendarme's acoustic suite and beams of incoherent light swept across the twin rows of humanoid combat machines, sending their optics scrambling for a dimmer visual and infrared filter. The light was quickly followed by the voices of the pirates themselves, clearly Nepleslian, though a distinct dialect, "I really don't like this, Makenzie, whole ship empty? No life-signs or signs of struggle? I don't like ghost-shiiiips... woah.... or robots."
Mackenzie, the taller and thinner of the two, pointed his torch and thus his submachinegun at one, a puzzled look visible on his face even with the sudden glare of lighting pointed at the trio of active droids, "Shiii-it, nobody on this whole boat but a baker's dozen of sleeping bots... these don't look like Zen Arms models, too expensive..."
"This is Curry," a small fish swam at the edges of three Cliffhangers' vision while their systems interfaced and booted up, "we've been boarded," the fish twitched in its etheric environment, clearly agitated, "pirates by the look of it, they don't seem to like that this ship isn't registering on their bio-scanners, use that to your advantage, get them off of this ship and keep the Gendarmes intact, my orders are to deliver this batch to Francia unharmed, so don't jump in front of their guns."
As sensory diagnostics flooded the CALOs' perception and mobility came to them, the fish dove away with a simulated splash, "They're advancing towards your position now, I'll keep you appraised of any new arrivals."
Right on cue, footsteps sounded like thunder in the Gendarme's acoustic suite and beams of incoherent light swept across the twin rows of humanoid combat machines, sending their optics scrambling for a dimmer visual and infrared filter. The light was quickly followed by the voices of the pirates themselves, clearly Nepleslian, though a distinct dialect, "I really don't like this, Makenzie, whole ship empty? No life-signs or signs of struggle? I don't like ghost-shiiiips... woah.... or robots."
Mackenzie, the taller and thinner of the two, pointed his torch and thus his submachinegun at one, a puzzled look visible on his face even with the sudden glare of lighting pointed at the trio of active droids, "Shiii-it, nobody on this whole boat but a baker's dozen of sleeping bots... these don't look like Zen Arms models, too expensive..."
