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sanctuaryrpgIt was 0317 when the cargo ship formerly called the Arethusa but now designated QXJldGh1c2E= hailed Sanctuary station. Sanctuary's docking AI transmitted a request for information a fraction of a second later. QXJldGh1c2E= replied with its specs and clamp strength almost instantaneously, but it dithered a full second, an eternity in AI time, on how to number its crew complement. At the end of that interminable second it sent:
Crew in distress. Status uncertain.
Sanctuary's docking AI's response was also delayed almost a half a second as it transmitted the information to the higher-level AIs. At the end of several exchanges it was determined that the docking AI should send:
Hold for confirmation.
QXJldGh1c2E= paced its decks--or at least did the AI equivalent, flitting from one terminal to the next, into first one crew com badge and then another, and back. If it were an emotional being, which it primarily was not, it would call itself worried. In its non-emotional state, it simply expended every fraction of a second seeking data from its chassis and its crew.
After a discussion between the on-duty station personnel, it was decided that QXJldGh1c2E= should dock in one of the older sections of the station, where it would be greeted by the station police in Hazmat gear in case "uncertain" was code for hostile. The docking AI sent the berth assignment to QXJldGh1c2E= which quickly consulted the station schematics. It immediately returned a staccato burst of 0s and 1s expressing a request for confirmation.
Once confirmed, QXJldGh1c2E= maneuvered itself into the berth, with no help from its crew, but kept its docking bay sealed until station personnel arrived. At that point, control of the ship seemed to pass to Sanctuary AIs and station personnel, but QXJldGh1c2E= remained engaged and ready to intervene in their commands if they conflicted with its core priorities.
When requested to, QXJldGh1c2E= politely opened its docking bay and adjusted its interior conditions to Station-set optimums for multiple species. It followed the station personnel in their Hazmat gear through its hundreds of security cameras, recording their lifesigns and facial expressions as they registered the havoc within. To the last genderfluid member of the crew, they were strewn about the ship. Some had appendages turned at unnatural angles. Others were splattered with life fluids, their own or their nearest neighbor's. A few had been ripped apart, most showed exterior trauma, but a very small number didn't appear to have been touched at all. The only thing the bodies had in common was that not a single one survived attempts to revive them.
[OOC: Locked to the people tagged in the subject line. If you missed the plot call and would like your character to investigate during this post, contact Allie. I will be making several TL dividers, to mark the passage of time. Please see them for where to tag in. Ship specs are here.]
Crew in distress. Status uncertain.
Sanctuary's docking AI's response was also delayed almost a half a second as it transmitted the information to the higher-level AIs. At the end of several exchanges it was determined that the docking AI should send:
Hold for confirmation.
QXJldGh1c2E= paced its decks--or at least did the AI equivalent, flitting from one terminal to the next, into first one crew com badge and then another, and back. If it were an emotional being, which it primarily was not, it would call itself worried. In its non-emotional state, it simply expended every fraction of a second seeking data from its chassis and its crew.
After a discussion between the on-duty station personnel, it was decided that QXJldGh1c2E= should dock in one of the older sections of the station, where it would be greeted by the station police in Hazmat gear in case "uncertain" was code for hostile. The docking AI sent the berth assignment to QXJldGh1c2E= which quickly consulted the station schematics. It immediately returned a staccato burst of 0s and 1s expressing a request for confirmation.
Once confirmed, QXJldGh1c2E= maneuvered itself into the berth, with no help from its crew, but kept its docking bay sealed until station personnel arrived. At that point, control of the ship seemed to pass to Sanctuary AIs and station personnel, but QXJldGh1c2E= remained engaged and ready to intervene in their commands if they conflicted with its core priorities.
When requested to, QXJldGh1c2E= politely opened its docking bay and adjusted its interior conditions to Station-set optimums for multiple species. It followed the station personnel in their Hazmat gear through its hundreds of security cameras, recording their lifesigns and facial expressions as they registered the havoc within. To the last genderfluid member of the crew, they were strewn about the ship. Some had appendages turned at unnatural angles. Others were splattered with life fluids, their own or their nearest neighbor's. A few had been ripped apart, most showed exterior trauma, but a very small number didn't appear to have been touched at all. The only thing the bodies had in common was that not a single one survived attempts to revive them.
[OOC: Locked to the people tagged in the subject line. If you missed the plot call and would like your character to investigate during this post, contact Allie. I will be making several TL dividers, to mark the passage of time. Please see them for where to tag in. Ship specs are here.]
Re: First arrivals - Hawk, Sabine, Scott
Date: 2016-08-09 01:52 am (UTC)"Yeah, we can get that for you," Hawk said. It was a huge list of planets and realities that was cross referenced to hell but they did have it. "What happens if they don't get home fast enough?"
Re: First arrivals - Hawk, Sabine, Scott
Date: 2016-08-12 09:37 pm (UTC)Sighing, she shrugged at Hawk and bit at her bottom lip. "It depends on how angry they are. But it probably won't be good. Most of them will linger and cause little problems, like flickering lights and misplaced tablets. A few of the stronger ones might actually begin hauntings. A very few might attempt possession of the living. But that balance is based on human spirits, so I don't know. I can make educated guesses when I know more about the species that made up this crew. A manifest that I can cross-reference with that database would help. Also, if you happen to know off the top of your head whether there are any powerful psionic species that regularly visit here, I'll make a point to start with them."
Re: First arrivals - Hawk, Sabine, Scott
Date: 2016-08-17 03:07 am (UTC)"Well you tell them if they have some patience we'll get them off to whatever afterlife they have. If they start any shit though, I will find a way to make them regret it," Hawk said. It wasn't an entirely empty promise either, because with as diverse as the species and technology and magic were that came through here she was sure something could hurt them. But she'd rather not go that route.
"But I'll get you, and them, everything needed to get them home safely. If anyone gives you any shit about any request you let me know and I'll take care of it. And if any of these spirits actually remembers or figures out what the fuck went on here, I want to be the first to know."
Re: First arrivals - Hawk, Sabine, Scott
Date: 2016-08-27 05:53 pm (UTC)