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Extravia

Classification: Sirian Prototype Gunship 5B (Modified)
Length: 154 yards from Forward to Stern. 66 yards From Port to Starboard. Seven Decks, roughly 44 yards, with a total crew compliment of 102.
Minimum Crew (Excluding Security and Medical Personnel with all weapon alcoves manned) 74.
Armament: 32 Mark 3 Sirian Interactive Energy Cannon Alcoves. 54 Mark 4 Sirian Tactical Automated Energy Cannons. Two Primary Triple Barrel Mark 5 Energy Cannons. Primary and Secondary Shielding, Type 4 and 2.5 respectively.
Specifications: Primary Type 3 Deuterium Power Generator. Secondary Type 1 Deuterium Power Generator. Quad Signal Array for multiple tractors, beaming, or other Sweeping Array Functions. Limited Long Range Sensor Capabilities. Mark 5 Prototype Targeting Sensors. Primary Type 5 Ion Solar Drive with Two Secondary Mark 3 Ion Solar Drives running in parallel. Type 2 Inter-dimensional Wake Drive.

While lacking in size and beauty, the Extravia makes up for it in firepower. Her outer hull is composed of a Silver, Mithiril, and Titanium compound designed to be both light, yet extremely durable. The ship towers over fourteen stories tall, and could cover a small village with its shadow. Her outer hull is sleek and slender, devoid of rough edges or sudden stops. Everything is smooth and rounded, giving her an attractive ovular look from forward to stern. Save for the two primary cannons, which are massive mounted structures over ten feet tall and wide with triple barrels. They can pivot in nearly any direction, giving them full range of motion to cover every angle of the ship except the stern.

The Extravia is divided into roughly five sections: Bridge, Engineering, Command, Operations, Primary Facilities (Medical, Security, Weapons Storage), and Crew Quarters. Each one is a section of the ship’s design itself. The Bridge sits just forward of the Command Section, ovular shaped except for the back end where it connects with the deck allowing entrance. Primary Facilities is another ovular section of the ship, placed on top of the larger Operations section, with Crew Quarters the smaller rounded section at the bottom of the ship. Engineering builds right into Operations section, centered behind the ship’s massive primary Ion Solar Drive. Each of the larger sections (Primary, Operations, Crew Quarters) also has a thruster nacelle attached to the ship. There are three each on the port and starboard sides. They are positioned vertically with each other, the top and bottom two angling 90 degrees upward, with the middle sticking straight out at an equal distance. The two shuttle docks (On each side of the ship, for a total of four) are near the supports to these nacelles, giving them a little added protection as the ships only means of escape when threatened with being destroyed.

The Interior of the ship has been repainted from its Gold and Red primary colors (which were the same as the exterior of the ship) to be more of a light gold with blue highlights. The interior paneling has also been changed allowing the power conduits to glow through the walls for an added lighting effect. Making quite beautiful patterns across the corridors. Each deck is accessed by shafts, with levitating platforms that take you through access shafts throughout the ship. They are all interconnected, moving you up and down at your desire and sometimes sideways through the heavily accessed areas. There are also some smaller crawl space access shafts, which serve as maintenance corridors on the ship.

Primary Facilities:

(Deck 7) This area of the ship is small, but serves a vital purpose in the ships primary functions. Here is where the communications array, medical quarters, and security station are. This includes the holding cells as well as the primary weapons locker for the ship. Droid Command is also on this deck, though it is accessible only by crawlspace

Command:

(Deck 6)The Command deck is smaller, mostly access shafts that lead to various places on the ship. There are 10 weapon alcoves (5 each on the Port and Starboard sides) near the forward edge of the ship right outside the Bridge doors. This is also one of the major damage control areas of the ship. Most of the Primary Power Conduits run through here routing command to the bridge. A little known fact is secondary helm control is at the back of this section, directly above engineering.

Operations:

(Decks 5 and 4) Another primary area for critical ship mechanics. Quite a few relay and secondary power conduits line the walls, as well as the majority of Weapon Alcoves. Twenty-two in total; eleven per side of the ship. These are the last of the ones that can be manually controlled, though there are aft weapons as well as more cannons on the underside of the ship to cover every angle of the Extravia: simply not as powerful as their sister-cannons. Engineering is at the aft of both decks, a room that is dual leveled around the Inter-dimensional drive chamber. The Signal Array room, responsible for transportation and tractor technology is at the forward section of the ship just past the last alcoves.

Crew Quarters:

(Decks 3 and 2) Going into the lower levels of the ship is where one would find the crew area for the Extravia. Sirians enjoyed comfort, so their quarters come with all the bells and whistles. There are several full blown holographic rooms for training or otherwise, two large recreation rooms with Date Terminals and holographic displays, group use food replicators. The rooms on Deck 3 are more for public crewing, while the twenty or so on deck two are single, private rooms including the overly large Captain’s Quarters.

The Belly:
Classification: Sirian Prototype Gunship 5B (Modified)
Length: 154 yards from Forward to Stern. 66 yards From Port to Starboard. Seven Decks, roughly 44 yards, with a total crew compliment of 102.
Minimum Crew (Excluding Security and Medical Personnel with all weapon alcoves manned) 74.
Armament: 32 Mark 3 Sirian Interactive Energy Cannon Alcoves. 54 Mark 4 Sirian Tactical Automated Energy Cannons. Two Primary Triple Barrel Mark 5 Energy Cannons. Primary and Secondary Shielding, Type 4 and 2.5 respectively.
Specifications: Primary Type 3 Deuterium Power Generator. Secondary Type 1 Deuterium Power Generator. Quad Signal Array for multiple tractors, beaming, or other Sweeping Array Functions. Limited Long Range Sensor Capabilities. Mark 5 Prototype Targeting Sensors. Primary Type 5 Ion Solar Drive with Two Secondary Mark 3 Ion Solar Drives running in parallel. Type 2 Inter-dimensional Wake Drive.

While lacking in size and beauty, the Extravia makes up for it in firepower. Her outer hull is composed of a Silver, Mithiril, and Titanium compound designed to be both light, yet extremely durable. The ship towers over fourteen stories tall, and could cover a small village with its shadow. Her outer hull is sleek and slender, devoid of rough edges or sudden stops. Everything is smooth and rounded, giving her an attractive ovular look from forward to stern. Save for the two primary cannons, which are massive mounted structures over ten feet tall and wide with triple barrels. They can pivot in nearly any direction, giving them full range of motion to cover every angle of the ship except the stern.

The Extravia is divided into roughly five sections: Bridge, Engineering, Command, Operations, Primary Facilities (Medical, Security, Weapons Storage), and Crew Quarters. Each one is a section of the ship’s design itself. The Bridge sits just forward of the Command Section, ovular shaped except for the back end where it connects with the deck allowing entrance. Primary Facilities is another ovular section of the ship, placed on top of the larger Operations section, with Crew Quarters the smaller rounded section at the bottom of the ship. Engineering builds right into Operations section, centered behind the ship’s massive primary Ion Solar Drive. Each of the larger sections (Primary, Operations, Crew Quarters) also has a thruster nacelle attached to the ship. There are three each on the port and starboard sides. They are positioned vertically with each other, the top and bottom two angling 90 degrees upward, with the middle sticking straight out at an equal distance. The two shuttle docks (On each side of the ship, for a total of four) are near the supports to these nacelles, giving them a little added protection as the ships only means of escape when threatened with being destroyed.

The Interior of the ship has been repainted from its Gold and Red primary colors (which were the same as the exterior of the ship) to be more of a light gold with blue highlights. The interior paneling has also been changed allowing the power conduits to glow through the walls for an added lighting effect. Making quite beautiful patterns across the corridors. Each deck is accessed by shafts, with levitating platforms that take you through access shafts throughout the ship. They are all interconnected, moving you up and down at your desire and sometimes sideways through the heavily accessed areas. There are also some smaller crawl space access shafts, which serve as maintenance corridors on the ship.

Primary Facilities:

(Deck 7) This area of the ship is small, but serves a vital purpose in the ships primary functions. Here is where the communications array, medical quarters, and security station are. This includes the holding cells as well as the primary weapons locker for the ship. Droid Command is also on this deck, though it is accessible only by crawlspace

Command:

(Deck 6)The Command deck is smaller, mostly access shafts that lead to various places on the ship. There are 10 weapon alcoves (5 each on the Port and Starboard sides) near the forward edge of the ship right outside the Bridge doors. This is also one of the major damage control areas of the ship. Most of the Primary Power Conduits run through here routing command to the bridge. A little known fact is secondary helm control is at the back of this section, directly above engineering.

Operations:

(Decks 5 and 4) Another primary area for critical ship mechanics. Quite a few relay and secondary power conduits line the walls, as well as the majority of Weapon Alcoves. Twenty-two in total; eleven per side of the ship. These are the last of the ones that can be manually controlled, though there are aft weapons as well as more cannons on the underside of the ship to cover every angle of the Extravia: simply not as powerful as their sister-cannons. Engineering is at the aft of both decks, a room that is dual leveled around the Inter-dimensional drive chamber. The Signal Array room, responsible for transportation and tractor technology is at the forward section of the ship just past the last alcoves.

Crew Quarters:

(Decks 3 and 2) Going into the lower levels of the ship is where one would find the crew area for the Extravia. Sirians enjoyed comfort, so their quarters come with all the bells and whistles. There are several full blown holographic rooms for training or otherwise, two large recreation rooms with Date Terminals and holographic displays, group use food replicators. The rooms on Deck 3 are more for public crewing, while the twenty or so on deck two are single, private rooms including the overly large Captain’s Quarters.

The Belly:

(Deck 1) Nicknamed for its use, this is where all the ships trash, waste, and otherwise is stored. There are a few rooms down here as well, which are primarily for emergency systems like the secondary shield generator, backup life support, emergency power, and a few other key systems. Likewise, since this area is heavily shielded it is one of the safest places to be for a crash, and even has seats to strap into down in one of the parts storage rooms.

Intranet

Being the ship's Intranet - a collection of what parts of the Internet of the planet were flagged for uploading when they last left - including research journals, design updates, and generally a cached copy of the internet from Sirian Planet Plus a collection of on-ship-generated material: Forums, videos, photographs and entertainment. The on-ship collection of the internet is updated anytime the ship comes in to port, but otherwise due to distances between the ship's net and the planet's net is known to be out of date until check stations or comm probes connect it back with the rest of the net at port.
(Deck 1) Nicknamed for its use, this is where all the ships trash, waste, and otherwise is stored. There are a few rooms down here as well, which are primarily for emergency systems like the secondary shield generator, backup life support, emergency power, and a few other key systems. Likewise, since this area is heavily shielded it is one of the safest places to be for a crash, and even has seats to strap into down in one of the parts storage rooms.

Intranet

Being the ship's Intranet - a collection of what parts of the internet of the planet were flagged for uploading when they last left - including research journals, design updates, and generally a cached copy of the internet from Sirian Planet. Plus a collection of on-ship-generated material: Forums, videos, photographs and entertainment. The on-ship collection of the internet is updated anytime the ship comes in to port, but otherwise due to distances between the ship's net and the planet's net is known to be out of date until check stations or comm probes connect it back with the rest of the net at port.

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"We'd both be dead either way

"We'd both be dead either way, doesn't matter how much longer there is in between." He said, shrugging at the correction before then adding. "Plus, I mean, you'd have to deal with the boredom that would come with floating through the vast open expanse with nothing but your own thoughts to occupy yourself before you did eventually die cold and alone in the depth of space. Sure, maybe someone with find you before then, but the chances of that are pretty small, especially the chances of someone finding you that wont just salvage you for parts. Meanwhile all I have to worry about is the pain that comes with dying, and it's not like pain is anything new to me."

Adrian couldn't help but to smirk at the automated message from Unit. "Uh oh. Looks like someone's going against their programming." He said with a chuckle, shrugging at the further comment and the question that followed it. "Not long... honestly, I wasn't really paying all that much attention. Though, it is probably something of note that I've caused something like that to happen multiple times now. So, probably best that I get going before it happens again, you flip out, and I get blamed for the whole thing."

With that he crouched down and grabbed his book off the floor, holding it under one arm before picking up his datapad and tucking it away. "It was nice meeting you at least. You're one of the few people up here who's not entirely insufferable. Don't get yourself killed out there." He said with a small wave, leaving Unit there in the hangar bay as he walked off. Part of him wondered if he'd run into the droid some time in the future. He hoped so. Which in itself was a surprise considering how few people there were that he could honestly say that about.

Appologies again for taking so long with this last post.

This was quite fun though. Here's hoping we can do it again sometime. :)

 

"Correction. A breach into

"Correction. A breach into space would be a deterrent rather than an immediate danger. While background radiation and small derby are capable of causing hardware problems, you will choke and or freeze long before I receive major complications. Another reason why I am stronger than you, Mr. Crowley." The statement came very a matter of factly from Unit, more definition based than strutting it's ego. Still, it felt the need to remind Adrian that it was in control and was capable.

As for the past, Unit did not fully understand Adrian's comment. It did not... make sense. Of course, Unit had most of its memory as storage, called upon reactively in response to current events. Briefly Unit found itself trying this action, only to be met with error or a lack of choice. Rendering the past didn't seem to work if the past didn't matter there and then. Although suddenly, none of that mattered as restrictiveness only further grew. Unit found itself suddenly locked out briefly, an automatic tone escaping. "Error. Illegal action involving memory bank. Code: 44.728.1. Please direct unit for immediate processing and disassembly."

Snapping back to, Unit found itself back in control with some confusion. Trying it rematch it's bearings, it gave Adrian a short head tilt. "That was... strange. One believes your kind has a saying for this."

"How long was one out for?"

 

"Ah. Well then nevermind what

"Ah. Well then nevermind what I said then." He replied at the clarification. He was a bit embarrassed that he'd made that mistake of thinking Unit was talking about him when he'd made the statement. But he tried to hide that fact. An endeavor that was met with mixed results.

The hypothesis was met with a shrug. "Don't really know. Can't say that I dislike talking to you, not as much as some people I've met. So you're already doing pretty well there. But if that wasn't their intention then I suppose it could have been an 'accident'."

He couldn't help but to smirk a bit at that. "I can get behind that. There's too much focus on where people come from. Where they've been, what they've done, who they were. Seems like a better use of time to try and make the place you are better than dwelling on that. We're all one hull breach away from dying anyway, why not focus on trying to enjoy life instead of the things in the past. Be they good, bad, somewhere in between, whatever."

 

"Clarification. One is

"Clarification. One is referring to those makers. In retrospect, they should have predicted events much sooner." Unit stopped itself, a few triggers in its code alarming. It was nothing strong, nothing worth worrying about, but in context of Unit's new acquaintance, it was worth noting. Memory banks pulled files alongside the psych profile of Mr. Crowley. Information had to stay confidential for now. A quick turn in the conversation was immediately blade.

"Hypothesis stands my personality and self awareness were passive functions. The destruction of unlike is not without survivors. Perhaps they were to appreciate my colorful personality and interesting dialogues." , said the hulking, monotoned, literal killing machine.

"Official operations are, however offline. Project files are inaccessible without clearance, so one will never know for certain. I do not care to know anyways. Said data is irrelevant."

 

"I hardly see how that's a

"I hardly see how that's a paradox. It is my decision to place myself in harms way in the place of others, and I am able to change that decision at any time should I feel it is necessary. I can turn my back on 'honor' any time I feel like. I simply choose not to and continue the path I am currently on." As Unit continued Adrian stayed silent, still looking up at the ceiling as he did so until the droid finished, at which point Adrian looked up at him. "And my way of doing things allows for me to get all of those things while also contributing to the safety of others at the same time."

The pause was met with a similar one by Adrian, though his was not from thinking and more patiently waiting to see what the droid would say or do next. Though, as Unit spoke again Adrian chuckled. "Well I suppose it's a good thing that I am not 'providing' you with it aren't I? Whoever programmed you did that when they made you, otherwise nothing I'd be saying right now would make any sense to you. I'm not 'providing' you with the concept of philosophy so much as pointing out that it's there. Though I fail to see how it's 'counter productive and dangerous'."

 

"Paradox. You refuse to be

"Paradox. You refuse to be command by others, yet command yourself to be harmed for the sake of others. One can not be free and be bound by honor." While Adrian was busy getting comfortable, Unit maintaied it's more ridge, standing position. Although not purposely, it's tall stance gave Unit a sort of glaring look. "I act as my need dictate through trade. Power, local currency, or required items and repairs. I do not bound myself to any man out of principle. There can only be one decision, one's own decision."

Unit paused, uncharacteristically taking a moment to collect it's thoughts before continuing. "Observation. Providing assaultrons with the concept of philosophy is a counter productive and dangerous move."

 

Adrian couldn't help but to

Adrian couldn't help but to smile a bit at Unit's assessment of soldiers. It seemed that once again he found a similarity between himself and the droid. Which was a strange occurrence, but not one that was in any way unwelcome. "Sounds about right." He said with a slight nod. "You start letting people command you and eventually you're bound to end up having to follow an order you don't agree with. That or you don't listen and the people who were giving the orders turn on you. Best to skip all of that and just work with people for as long as your goals and theirs line up."

The observation was met first with a thoughtful look, then with a small chuckle. "Guess so." He said, thinking a moment before giving a small shrug. "I suppose that there's bound to be others. Though we're definitely and abnormality." He shrugged again, going silent a moment before speaking again. "I mean, I do care about people. If I didn't I wouldn't regularly put myself in danger. But being part of a 'collective' just doesn't really work. So, instead, I might as well put myself in danger so that one of the 'normal' people doesn't have to. Y'know."

He pressed his back against the wall, looking up at the ceiling before smirking. "On the bright side, there's at least no shortage in variety for the methods of which to use to put myself in harms way, right."

 

"I personally do not like

"I personally do not like soldiers. Soldiers are blind killers, acting for others rather than any gain for themselves. They are slaves to their people. I refuse to be a slave to any man. You are wise to stay free, Mr. Crowley." Unit was calming down finally from the previous conflict. A new topic was always a good choice to facilitate change. While Adrian was flawed, as all humans were, Adrian was at least honest about his nature. Unit could respect that.

"Observation. There are not many that share our sentiment on individuality. Here on station, everyone is a nationality. Everyone is a technician, or soldier, or operator, et cetera. Everyone is something or part of a collective. You and I seem to be the only ones aboard who wish to simply be."

 

"That's still to be seen." He

"That's still to be seen." He said still skeptical about the droid. His own aggression could be put aside for the time being though, as it seemed that Unit had no true interest in harming him at the moment. Should that change Adrian would certainly fight back, but he currently had no interest in actually physically confronting the droid if it could be helped. Especially since he wasn't entirely sure how one would go about fighting a droid. Unlife were easy, people easier, but droids...

He actually was fine with the silence that followed. A fact that made him abnormal among humans perhaps, but he didn't much care. He would talk if he felt something needed saying, but more often he'd be silent. So Unit was the first to speak.

He stayed silent at Unit's assessment of him, interested to see what the droid came up with by the end of it. And once Unit finished he gave a halfhearted nod. "Suppose that's probably the best way to describe it. lot better than calling me a soldier I suppose." He said, giving a small shrug at the end. "I kinda just do whatever I feel like."

 

"You have made a wise

"You have made a wise decision."

Their conflict avoided, Unit was able to once again let it's aggressiveness simmer. Unit certainly seemed to have a lot of it. Of course, Unit didn't see it that way though. It was simply defending itself. It wasn't just about to let Adrian get the upper hand. However, since their fight was concluded, Unit once again felt safe in his dominance.

However, the fight had now left a small hole. What was to come next. Unit was perfectly happy with the idea of the two of them staring in silence, contemplating the strategic value of the psych profiles they were building of each other. However, Unit also knew Adrian was human. Humans for some reason despised silence. It made them uncomfortable. On the one hand, Unit could not care less if Adrian was uncomfortable. However, if it allowed this to continue, it would possibly signal Unit was still hostile.

Yeah. Follow that logic why don't ya.

It was for about only a few seconds after it's last comment then that Unit continued, not dropping a beat as the conversation suddenly turned. "Directive, Mr. Crowley. You failed to previously mention your directive."

Unit paused, processing a few bits of information. "You have some combat or specialist training, as you mention Station operations as 'missions', implying they are a form of work. Sarcastic response to questioning and avoidance behaviors exclude officer duties and soldiering. You spend your free time reading; high chance of stronger cognitive skills and visual perceptiveness. You are not afraid of an Assaultron confronting you, showing either great courage or stupidity."

Unit's head darted, looking to Adrian's gauntlet. "Armoring, or reinforcement after injury. Both once again denote possible combat experience."

"You are, a mercenary, I suppose?"

Long in the making, here you go!

 

Adrian continued to glare up

Adrian continued to glare up at Unit as it spoke, nodding just a bit as it finished it's proposed solution to their situation. "Well, that's probably the only peaceful way out of this. So sure, let's go with that." He said, still warily watching the droid for a moment before relaxing a little.

No worries. It happens. :)

 

Unit's first reaction to

Unit's first reaction to Adrian's comment was to keep it's promise to engage. However, it briefly considered his point, and it had to admit that Adrian had a point. Killing him was risky... It was much easier to strike a deal. "... I propose trade. Deletion of information in exchange for peace. I do not wish to experience such feelings again. You do not want to die. It is a fair offer, you will accept?"

Small post. Sorry about the wait.

 

Adrian had to admit that the

Adrian had to admit that the way Unit simply stood there staring at where he'd been was more than a little bit creepy. Which was saying something considering some of the things he'd seen. He hadn't quite realized that it was his fault that this had happened either, so the situation also held an amount of the unknown. Which made things even creepier.

Once Unit was back in the real world, his accusation made Adrian's brow furrow. "Hey man, don't blame me for that shit. How the hell was I supposed to know that you'd spaz out?" He said, standing up to the threat despite their over a foot and a half difference in height. "I mean, the guy who just revealed a glaring weakness he has is probably not the one who should be making threats now don't you think?"

 

Unit was busy fighting his

Unit was busy fighting his own paradoxical philosophical argument with itself to notice Adrian's initial movements. In fact, it was still even motionless as he got up, it's head still shifted downward toward where Adrian had been sitting before, almost like a statue. It was only have he spoke and waved a hand that Unit seemed to come back to.

The sudden visual data was enough of a new input for Unit to distract itself from the paradox and pull itself free. For a brief moment, it only stood back up and contemplated what had just happened. Unit had not realized he was so susceptible to paradoxes before, and took a brief moment to log that information before turning to Adrian. Unit did not seem happy.

"Your attempt to confuse my programming was a failure. I will not discuss this topic further, and I will not be susceptible to your tricks, Adrian Crowley. Cross me again human, and you with pay dearly."

 

It wasn't the first time that

It wasn't the first time that Adrian had been informed he was wrong about his outlook on the Unlife situation. So he was hardly surprised when Unit began to say as much. Though, he did like to pick the minds of people when it came to the subject, so he was hardly against it. That is, until Unit was suddenly cut off.

Adrian looked up at the bot curiously, moving his datapad from his lap and placing it on the book he'd been reading after a moment. He sat there a moment longer, letting the silence fill the air before he began to stand up. Though now that he was standing he realized just how much taller than him unit actually was. As he was currently eye level with the droid's chest. "Uh... you okay man?" He asked, raising his hand far over his head to wave it in front of Unit's face.

 

"You are incorrect. One is

"You are incorrect. One is either dead or alive. Unlife are alive, and my job is to kill. Personality does not equal life. You are alive because your biology continues to function. I am alive because my softwa-... Error." Subroutines began blaring and internally scream at Unit with warnings of logic loops failed checks.

It remained quiet, remaining silent and motionless while it internally was trying to solve the problem. Logic was leading to a philosophical paradox. Unit was most certainly alive, it thought, it was, it was free. Yet, the concept of 'not alive' had suddenly destroyed its own definition through it simple existence based on his other definitions. Were the definitions wrong? No, the definitions couldn't be... but they had to be.

Unit remained motionless, contemplating this issue. It was trapped in a paradox.

 

Adrian gave a small shrug at

Adrian gave a small shrug at that. "Well, I mean, that's how it goes I suppose. I mean, if you like it then that's what matters I suppose. If not you can always change it. I assume at least. Not sure how it works with you lot." Of course, it seemed like it would be incredibly simply to change ones 'name' whether droid or human. But things aren't always as simple as they seem. And since he didn't know a whole lot about bots he had to admit that he could be completely wrong.

There was a moment of silence as Unit explained. Though, it seemed that last bit about the unlife was what he payed more attention to than the rest of it. "They're not alive though. Once the lights flicker out and the person is gone there's no getting them back. It's the person in the body that's alive not the body itself. Same reason why you're alive despite having no fleshy bits." There was a small pause before he added. "Least I assume you don't. For all I know you could be filled with human organs."

The further explanation about using fire in combat was met with a light nod. "Makes sense. Though, last thing you want is a flaming unlife coming for you. So while fire is good, you still gotta have other means of taking them out."

 

Facial expressions certainly

Facial expressions certainly seemed a weakness for Unit, but in its defense this was a hardware problem, and thus outside its current control. Not that it had much use for such design features. However, in this particular case which require a clear showing of dissatisfaction, a brow to glare would have come handy. "It is my designation. There are many like it, but this one is mine. I accept no other monikers, because they are not mine."

At the mention of pyrotechnics, Unit gave a slight head tilt, his memory banks reloading most of the training it had had over the years, as the information came flooding in, Unit continued. "Organic lifeforms have developed over millennia to avoid obstacles which are capable at causing irreparable damage to themselves. Fire is a common problem and intense heat chemically changes bonds in molecules in cells causing problems such as overheating, damaged cell tissue, and death. Unlife, despite their moniker, are 'alive'."

"I specialize in use of fire in combat as a defensive and offensive strategy. Many Unlife actively avoid fire as an obstacle, and those that do not... burn. As for Crowned targets, many keep their human impulses and thus are demoralized when facing fire as an obstacle. Burns scar as both physical and psychological harm. I take full advantage of that."

 

Adrian didn't really know if

Adrian didn't really know if Unit's definition of pain was quite like his own, but it was close enough he supposed. "I guess that that's one way to look at it. It's not exactly the same, but I think it's probably about as close as the two of us could get to explaining to one another on account of the fact that neither of us have firsthand knowledge of how the other experiences things." He said with a tiny shrug. Though, even if there was that barrier to things, it wasn't exactly a problem in his eyes. If anything, the similar feelings on unlife, as well as the slight disconnect that came from Unit being a droid made for a weird sort of ease in communicating. Which was strange, but Adrian wasn't complaining.

"Yup." He said with a small nod as Unit repeated his name.

"Well it's nice to meet you, Unit #3092." He replied at the introduction. Though after a moment of thought he said. "3092 seems like a bit of a mouthful. Which is a bit unfortunate as it that's the part of your name that is unique to you." There was a short pause before he shrugged. "Maybe you don't care about that though."

Another pause before Adrian changed the subject. "So, Pyrotechnics. What does that entail? I mean, I have a general idea, but I'd like to hear about it from the specialist directly."

 

"Repairs are needed after

"Repairs are needed after combat. As for pain, I am able to say I feel an intense aversion to damages to my person. I am not sure if it is what you call 'pain', but I will say my tolerance will far exceed yours." Unit actually liked this one. He acknowledged his weaknesses while also not seeming weak or unwilling to fight. Most people on the station seemed more interested in how different Unit was... even if that included itself. It was... nice to have something 'in common'.

"Adrian Crowley." Unit again paused, saving data on Adrian in his contacts database. He did not want to delete this one. "Profile saved."

"Greetings, Mr. Crowley. I am Unit #3092 of Project HIAUA, the Human Initiative Against Unlife Attacks, Pyrotechnics Subclass 22-D7. You may call me Unit or 3092."

 

Unit was not the only one who

Unit was not the only one who had assessed Adrian to have an over inflated ego. Though talking to much was certainly not a flaw many would accuse him of having. Then again, there weren't a whole lot of people that he felt the need to talk to. Unit had made a good impression with him, as strange as that might seem. And so talking wasn't exactly something he saw fit to stop himself from doing.

"Well then I suppose we'll not have any trouble then. As I don't see any reason to harm someone who's not in the process of trying to harm someone else." The further comment about his choice of staying in solitude was met with a shrug, though the comment about specializing in the destruction of unlife caused him to look up from his book again. "Well I suppose we've got more in common than I thought. Though, enjoyment is more of a perk than the reason." He raise his left arm a moment and nodded toward it. "Though it seems half the time pain or injury come with it. So I do envy you a bit."

The question of his designation was met with a slightly confused look for just a moment before it seemed to click for him. "Oh! My name? Adrian. Adrian Crowley."

 

This one talked too much. It

This one talked too much. It was most certainly a flaw; the sense of self confidence and over inflated ego... however it was hard to find human's without that problem. At least this one was smart enough to recognize the weaknesses that came with being human, even if the list wasn't complete. Humble, liked keeping to himself... Unit was pleased in a way.

"I only harm those who are a threat to me. Do not engage, and we will never have problems. Your choice to stay in solitude is smart, human. As for the Unlife, I specialize in their destruction. While I am free to my own devices, I understand the threat they bring to your species. However, I do it for the enjoyment. Old programming dies hard."

Unit paused, going quiet for some time while remaining motionless. "What is your designation?"

 

"Well that's good for you I

"Well that's good for you I suppose. As long as you're not hurting anyone I can't really be bothered to care what you do. Same with everyone else up here." He said, looking up from his book as he spoke. He may not have had much experience with interacting with droids, but he wasn't exactly great with normal people either, so it didn't really seem all that different. "Hell, if anything y'all are better since you're not at risk of turning into Unlife or Crowned." He said, a small amount of contempt for the creatures coming through as he mentioned the two.

At the question of what his purpose was he gave a small chuckle. "That's the question of the ages isn't it. And better people than me have failed to answer it." He shrugged. "Though, maybe you're just asking what my purpose for being here specifically is. In which case, I have some semblance of an answer. But still not much of one. Mostly just here because it's a good place to not have people bother you provided you can find a spot out of the way. People are normally too busy with what they're doing to worry about some kid sitting in the corner."

 

"If you have seen other

"If you have seen other droids, I can assure you they are not like me. I am stronger, smarter, and more capable then any of my autonomous brothers. If that means I don't share blind servitude for humanity, then so be it." Unit continued its not glaring glance down at Adrian for some time, on occasion changing focus on the book and datapad before Adrian. Objects typical of introverted personalities. Unit appreciated that in some small way.

"It is not often I see humans in the hangar either. What is your purpose?"

 

Adrian seemed only to become

Adrian seemed only to become more curious as Unit stared back at him. Part of him wondered if it was perhaps looking for him. Though, he wasn't entirely sure why anyone would be looking for him at the moment. Let alone a droid that he's never seen in his life. So the mystery remained. Especially as Unit began to head over.

That said, once Unit got over to him and actually spoke Adrian's brow furrowed a bit at Unit's words. "That's a weird offer." He said quite sarcastically before shrugging. "But no. I don't." He said, looking back to his book again as he spoke. "Was kinda curious if someone might have been setting up a mission or something. Not many other times I've seen combat droids hanging around the hangar bay. Though, I've not seen many droids that are this mouthy either. So I suppose today's not all that usual."

 

It wasn't long before Unit

It wasn't long before Unit noticed the prying eyes of Adrian. His motion was a common one, and one Unit could quickly pick up on. When Adrian looked back again, he would note Unit had paused, staring back in his direction. Without much of a face, it was had for Unit to give the appropriate body language. It only hoped the unbroken line of sight was enough.

Even if it wasn't, Unit's second choice would surely convey his intentions. Making a directly path toward Adrian, Unit came close to Adrian, looking down at him as a monotone voice spoke. Unit would not stand for this human's "insult". After all, conflict was in his nature. "Do you require something, or do you wish to stare at me all day?"

 

Adrian was currently sat

Adrian was currently sat crosslegged with his back against one of the walls of the hangar bay. It hadn't taken long to find the spot, but he mostly just hoped that he wasn't going to end up being in anyone's way. As then he'd have to move, and he wasn't really all that eager to do so now that he was comfortable. At least relatively so.

Getting comfortable was particularly difficult these days as he was still getting used to the cast on his left forearm. He didn't like the confining feeling of it, and it definitely made writing a score more difficult. But, it was kinda required as the arm wasn't going to heal right otherwise, and he could only imagine the difficulties that would arise from that. Besides, who used actual writing utensils these days anyway. He'd just have to live with it. Though, even with how annoying it was, he was glad it hadn't been the other arm to break, as he doubted that the gauntlet he wore would have fit over the cast.

His attention was currently focused on a large book that lay open to one side of him, though every now and again his attention would move to the datapad he had sitting in his lap. Typing away at it before returning his attention to the book once more. Though, as he noticed movement from the corner of his eye he quickly turned his attention from what he was doing and looked in that direction to find robot of some kind. Which in turn got a curious look as he then looked around in an attempt to ascertain the droid's reason for being here.

 

Working with humans was...

Working with humans was... difficult for Unit. On the one hand, they were providing excellent services here on station. Plenty of power, tight security, and everyone seemed friendly. On the other hand, there was still the annoyance of the occasional stare by some onlooker. It was nothing in reality, but to Unit it was everything. Then again, that's what came with being a lumbering assaultron. The idea of you just standing around or just 'living' was odd to others.

That's why Unit was staying around the hangar bay; trying to get away from everyone. Not many came down to this part of the station. Even if they did, it was hard to stare without being caught.

 

As he came to a stop in the

As he came to a stop in the Hangar Bay Adrian put away his datapad. The music coming through his headphones providing a nice distraction from the sounds of the outside world. Which wasn't exactly something he explicitly needed. But something he was happy to have. Especially in the relatively loud area that was the hangar bad. With people coming and going and working on the various ships and shuttles that could be found there.

Stepping off to the side of the door he'd just entered through Adrian leaned against the wall a moment as he watched the various activity going on around him. Thing seemed busy, but whether this was actually just a normal day he had no real way of knowing. Either way, he glanced arond to see what was going on with everyone. Though, with no knowledge of ships, he didn't know wha it was that the various people repairing things were actually doing.

 

Adrian didn't really have a

Adrian didn't really have a very good reason for coming down to the hangar bay. But, he was bored. And that was a good motivator for finding some thing to do. Even if that something was simply going for a walk and seeing where it was that he ended up. And today the place he'd ended up was the hangar bay.

He didn't know a whole lot about ships. He hadn't had a lot of chances to see many back when he was planetside. But they were something that he had a passing interest in at the very least. Though, even then, he'd not ever made the effort to come down here. A fact that he found just a little surprising in hindsight.

 

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