Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2015 7:09:45 GMT
[Gravity+Weights (use highest multiplier please)
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(Inside Denizen, on a tour)
“As you can see, the previous tenants were space-farers and very prepared ones. This vessel, by my scientists’ scans and observations, was made for deep-space assignments. The firepower is formidable but not that big of a deal, the speed is acceptable based on our competitor’s standards but the designs could use some work,” Denizen was on a roll with the explanation of the ship, pointing at some and throwing in his own tidbits of commentary on others.
“I like the design,” Zerori chimed in, eyeing a console curiously.
He seemed to roll his eyes, “Of course you like the design, you don’t have a sense of taste.” When he received a death glare from Zerori he simply chuckled and continued like she hadn’t said anything at all. “The facilities are more or less to maintain the ship but my scientists have made it so most of the systems are run autonomously – given the proper amount of power supply. We don’t feel the need to remove these facilities in case you prefer to expand upon them but we are such a generous company,” He gave her a saccharine smile, “-We offer additional services and renovating for those whom would like more out of their machine.”
“…So you want me to pay you to change the ship you found?”
“You bought the ship, Doll, and the one other additional upgrade that I’ve yet to show you. Anything more is clearly in need of an additional service fee, as well as supply and labor for the work. And if you don’t have a design in mind, which I’m sure you don’t-”
“-Now listen here, you greedy son of a bitch…” She started in a threatening tone. He ignored her to continued.
“-It’s gonna be another additional cost. I don’t run this shit for free and you can take your business elsewhere if you ain’t satisfied. However, I can assure you, given our business history (however small) and the background I have from you – you won’t find another company to take your money or build you the nice toys I do.”
“…” Zerori could only stare at the man while she stewed in her thoughts. Some malevolent and others scheming to try and catch him off guard. However, she was going to give him this match as a thank you for his efforts. He turned back to what looked like a door and pressed a panel on the site, a door sliding out from the side to reveal another elevator. “Damn, I’m starting to get sick of going up and down today,” She grumbled and Denizen just gave a sigh before walking in, giving her a very half-ass gesture for her to follow.
He called out, “Deck 6” and the elevator quickly started its trip down, ending in about 3 seconds. They walked out and down a hall, passing a lot of doors on either side before they came to a larger door. He stopped to it and turned to her, “This is what’s known as the ‘Hologrid’. It’s not part of our design but when we looked it over, it seemed like a good to keep it in and given your request – I think you’ll enjoy the new addition.” When he finished, he stepped back and pressed a sequence of code into another panel before it opened. She looked in, seeing a very clean and appealing bar scene before her – like it just appeared out of no where but it belonged there.
They walked in and Zerori could only look at everything like she’d never seen it before. It wasn’t that fact that everything seemed to be unrealistic to her, but rather the opposite. Everything was tangible and solid – like they had been there to begin with. What threw her off was that he said it was a ‘Hologrid’, so everything she was seeing was a hologram. Such technology was not beyond the various species she’d met with and shared technology with – but to be able to create light and then transmute that into an object was a very difficult step to bridge. She’d yet to meet a species that could manage it, much less streamline it into a technology so impressive.
“I had that exact reaction,” Denizen drawled, walking to a set of chairs and sitting down. “It never occurred to me that this could exist on this hunk of junk but even more impressive…” He looked up, “Computer, activate holographic characters,” Zerori’s eye widened at his words before various characters of all sizes and shapes and ethnicity appeared. However, something caught her attention out of everything. Besides the characters being interactive, personable and capable of their agenda based on the programming – there were humans inside the programming itself.
She got up and approached one, eying him curiously as he seemed to take an interest in her. “Why hello, lovely lady,” He drawled and leaned closer, “Want a night with a real man?” He propositioned, and Zerori could only raise a brow at his offer before she looked over at Denizen and grinned. Closing the distance, she wrapped an arm around his neck and pressed her lips to his firmly. The character was so caught off guard that he could only balk with his arms open before he tried to kiss back and hold her behind her back.
This didn’t last long, Zerori’s intention to test just how ‘programmed’ this character to interact based on it’s offer, but it was enough to assess that there weren’t completely incompetent. Not great but not a terrible kisser either, “Mm,” She mumbled, released him from the flushed kiss – though she put on more of an act, “-I’ll keep it in mind.” Releasing him, she walked around him and gave him a quick smack on the butt with her tail before walking over to a very shocked and embarrassed Denizen.
“Did you seriously just kiss a fucking hologram?” He asked, his eye wide and incredulous as she simply raised a hand and returned the look with one of sass.
“Why not? He offered; it would be rude to not at least see if it he could deliver,” She reasoned and he seemed to almost be at a loss for words before pinching the bridge of his nose.
“You know what, what – the fuck – ever you want to do with him; it’s all yours, but wait ‘til the damn tours over! Damn,” He got up and called for the program to end, revealing the default form of the Hologrid as a multi-grid room on all sides. “You can upload programs, edit them or create them. Unfortunately, looking through the files and the technicalities of the program – you’d need a Masters in any kind of Code Building to understand a fifth of what it all means. As a result of this,” He shrugs, “-the programs that were damaged or unsalvagable will remain that way until you or someone else can fix them.”
Curious, Zerori asked an important question, “What type of program is use to write them?”
He screwed up his eye, “The hell should I know? What the program is known as ‘Trinary Syntax’, but what this could mean could be anything entirely.” He waved a hand at her and walked out, “The tour is almost over; just one last place to go then we end it on the bridge.”
“The Bridge?” Zerori questioned, still not satisfied by not receiving an answer she could work with but she wasn’t willing to bother him for information he didn’t know. As they went back to the elevator, he raised a hand and pointed at the lift before mentioning a word.
“Lift,” He said simply before heading inside. She gave him a look before following him, shrugging the oddity off in favor of simply doing as he said. If it said it was a ‘blue bird’, she might call it that if she were drunk – the name for the elevator wasn’t to far off from the realistic meaning of its purpose. He spoke again, this time of a ‘Deck 5’ before they appeared before and damn carbon copy of the last deck. Looking at him, he just raised both hands in surrender before speaking again, “I told you the design was shit…”
“It’s just bland, that’s all,” She tried to defend and he rolled his eyes, almost completely frustrated with her pacifistic attitude on the design disaster this ship was. Instead of responding verbally, he stomped down the hall and met with another door that had a name off to the side of it. ‘Medical’ is read and Zerori grinned at the idea of a medical facility on board. He started, “This Medical bay is complete with top-of-the-line medical supplies from not only my company but the technology this ship possessed before it arrived here. Due to the fact that this ship has its’ own replication technology, it wouldn’t matter if he took it all for ourselves or not. The amount of money sunk into this by you and your investments have more than paid for the fixes and nuances of the technology.”
For a moment, Zerori only stared at him before he sighed and summarized it for her.
“You paid for a ship that was special – we kept the ‘special factor’.” At the explanation, Denizen opened the door and walked inside. Zerori following, they were shown a large room with sterilized beds and a section for an office. It was obviously a medical facility, one that held all of the information for the medical practices the crew would benefit from. The man in black walked a couple of paces before turning to Zerori, “This space comes with one additional feature, one that we couldn’t integrate nor take out. It’s the ‘special feature’, I was talking about.”
Giving a nod to make him continue, he called out to the computer to ‘Activate EMR’, and they were both face-to-face with a man dressed oddly to a uniform they’d never seen. It was purely armored so there was no facial feature that could be seen. It occasionally glitched out bit she figured that was because of it's initiation. he had no discernible sex but it's voice was soft and firm - she decided to call it a 'he' anyway. He stared at them both, his programming dictating that he declares his opener, “How can I be of assistance?”
Intrigued, Zerori stepped up to this one and poked him in the chest, earning a confused look as he steps back from her, “You’re also tangible,” She notes. Obviously, he was more than such.
He seemed curious about her and her reaction, grabbing her hand gently to put it down, "I'm aware of that. I have been deisgned to be off assistance in nearly one millions forms of medical surgeries and as well and basic combat training. However, these protocols are offline, so those services will not function," He tilted his head at her, "What is your name? Can you tell me what happened to this ship? My programming requires-"
“Computer, deactivate EMR,” He said, shorting the little introduction for the holograms sake. He turned to the woman with a grin, “You get that too, don’t forget. Remember, we can’t change its programming.” When she gave him an over exaggerated eye roll, he simply shook his head with a smile and walked out of the room. He went back to the turbo lift with Zerori in tow and the young woman could lean against the wall as she ran a hand through her hair. “A lot to take in?” Denizen asked and she looked over at him before giving him a grin.
“I’d be lying if I said ‘No’,” She admitted before he asked for the ‘Bridge’ and they were off once more. “I’ve modified and studied various technologies before, throwing myself into the realm of the technologically modified – however I’ve never seen anything like this. To call it mine; it makes me light-headed.” Denizen gave her a look when the doors opened, revealing the command center of the entire ship.
“You don’t get nice things often?”
“I don’t get them, period,” She admitted, giving him a sly smile. “What I get that I enjoy – I usually have to take.”
“Sounds like you make a living just fine,” He noted to himself before he started the final part of the tour. “The Bridge, command center and brain of the entire ship. From here, you can do everything that anyone could do in the specific consoles. However, you’d have to constantly working from this console,” He gestured toward the double chairs in the center with the console between them, “-every second to do so. That is why nearly all vital ship functions have been automated to the best of our abilities. It takes more of the energy supply this ship requires, but you’ll be glad for it until you get a crew of your own and somehow train them to work this ship.” He shrugged, “-which is unlikely.”
She walked around the floor of the room, eyeing the screen above and checking some of the setting on a console she got close to. When she walked to the chair in the middle of the left side, she turned and sat down in it, crossing her legs at the knee and putting her cheek in against her fist as she lounged.
It was silent for a few moments before Denizen spoke once more, “So now that that’s over with, I’ll let you get acquainted and introduce yourselves more intimately. Whenever you’re ready, take your kid and get the hell out of here so I can start another project,” As he finished his sentence, Zerori leaned forward dramatically at his mention of Ari.
“Ari is not my kid,” He told him, eliciting another look before he waved a dismissive hand at her and walked out, “I’m serious! I just found her!”
“Stealing children is a crime, Doll,” He said as he disappeared behind the turbo lift and Zerori placed her face in her hand, releasing a sigh. When the door close and Denizen was back outside, she watched him talk to the little girl from the view screen and got an idea. Before Ari could even start running toward the ramp to go inside, the saiyaness started to look over the lift commands. She input a few commands in before watching as the computer acknowledged her bringing the landing struts back up. Powering the ship, she thought that it might be a good idea to go ahead and test the flight capabilities.
After all, she wasn’t going to let just anyone one here if it was a piece of junk – much less Ari.
Orbital coordinates set. Initiating take-up sequence. The computer responded in the feminine voice she’d never heard before and she felt the environmental control start to hum. Oxygen was filing the cabin, gravity was equalized and she could feel what were the inertial dampeners keeping the insides of the ship from falling from their locations. Within a few minutes, she could see the familiar darkness of space.
She stared for a few minutes, taking in the sight and letting the relaxing sensation of peace wash over her for a few calm moments. She watched the consoles for a few moments before she stood up from the chair and made her way to the lift.
It was time to test out the various other idiosyncrasies Denizen had neglected to show her. When the door opened to reveal the next floor down, ‘Deck 2’ she called for the computer to bring her to, she met with only a few doors. Curious about their insides, she attempted to open a few using the command panel at the side. When nothing happened (no beep or access or denial) she made a gesture with her hand in frustration. “How the fuck…?” She muttered, looking at the panel again before pressing the buttons a few more times. Unsuccessful she let out a breath and simply looked at the door with a longing look before sighing.
It was her ship after all…
Pulling a fist back, she threw it into the metal and literally shred through the material like was merely paper. Even she was caught off guard by how easy it was to destroy it, her face an expression of worry as she pulled her arm out. Looking through the hole, she could only see a darkened room but the hole made it possible to just pull the door open from the sides and enter.
It was crisp, like no one had this room or even lived on this deck before, but she could clearly see that there were some oddly personal effects. Objects she’d never seen that felt like there were from another world. As she walked the room and ran a hand along the objects, she felt as though she was invading some sort of personal space. With a look of regret, she exited the room and made her way back to the turbo lift. She could always come back when she’d gotten used to this vessel.
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(Inside Denizen, on a tour)
“As you can see, the previous tenants were space-farers and very prepared ones. This vessel, by my scientists’ scans and observations, was made for deep-space assignments. The firepower is formidable but not that big of a deal, the speed is acceptable based on our competitor’s standards but the designs could use some work,” Denizen was on a roll with the explanation of the ship, pointing at some and throwing in his own tidbits of commentary on others.
“I like the design,” Zerori chimed in, eyeing a console curiously.
He seemed to roll his eyes, “Of course you like the design, you don’t have a sense of taste.” When he received a death glare from Zerori he simply chuckled and continued like she hadn’t said anything at all. “The facilities are more or less to maintain the ship but my scientists have made it so most of the systems are run autonomously – given the proper amount of power supply. We don’t feel the need to remove these facilities in case you prefer to expand upon them but we are such a generous company,” He gave her a saccharine smile, “-We offer additional services and renovating for those whom would like more out of their machine.”
“…So you want me to pay you to change the ship you found?”
“You bought the ship, Doll, and the one other additional upgrade that I’ve yet to show you. Anything more is clearly in need of an additional service fee, as well as supply and labor for the work. And if you don’t have a design in mind, which I’m sure you don’t-”
“-Now listen here, you greedy son of a bitch…” She started in a threatening tone. He ignored her to continued.
“-It’s gonna be another additional cost. I don’t run this shit for free and you can take your business elsewhere if you ain’t satisfied. However, I can assure you, given our business history (however small) and the background I have from you – you won’t find another company to take your money or build you the nice toys I do.”
“…” Zerori could only stare at the man while she stewed in her thoughts. Some malevolent and others scheming to try and catch him off guard. However, she was going to give him this match as a thank you for his efforts. He turned back to what looked like a door and pressed a panel on the site, a door sliding out from the side to reveal another elevator. “Damn, I’m starting to get sick of going up and down today,” She grumbled and Denizen just gave a sigh before walking in, giving her a very half-ass gesture for her to follow.
He called out, “Deck 6” and the elevator quickly started its trip down, ending in about 3 seconds. They walked out and down a hall, passing a lot of doors on either side before they came to a larger door. He stopped to it and turned to her, “This is what’s known as the ‘Hologrid’. It’s not part of our design but when we looked it over, it seemed like a good to keep it in and given your request – I think you’ll enjoy the new addition.” When he finished, he stepped back and pressed a sequence of code into another panel before it opened. She looked in, seeing a very clean and appealing bar scene before her – like it just appeared out of no where but it belonged there.
They walked in and Zerori could only look at everything like she’d never seen it before. It wasn’t that fact that everything seemed to be unrealistic to her, but rather the opposite. Everything was tangible and solid – like they had been there to begin with. What threw her off was that he said it was a ‘Hologrid’, so everything she was seeing was a hologram. Such technology was not beyond the various species she’d met with and shared technology with – but to be able to create light and then transmute that into an object was a very difficult step to bridge. She’d yet to meet a species that could manage it, much less streamline it into a technology so impressive.
“I had that exact reaction,” Denizen drawled, walking to a set of chairs and sitting down. “It never occurred to me that this could exist on this hunk of junk but even more impressive…” He looked up, “Computer, activate holographic characters,” Zerori’s eye widened at his words before various characters of all sizes and shapes and ethnicity appeared. However, something caught her attention out of everything. Besides the characters being interactive, personable and capable of their agenda based on the programming – there were humans inside the programming itself.
She got up and approached one, eying him curiously as he seemed to take an interest in her. “Why hello, lovely lady,” He drawled and leaned closer, “Want a night with a real man?” He propositioned, and Zerori could only raise a brow at his offer before she looked over at Denizen and grinned. Closing the distance, she wrapped an arm around his neck and pressed her lips to his firmly. The character was so caught off guard that he could only balk with his arms open before he tried to kiss back and hold her behind her back.
This didn’t last long, Zerori’s intention to test just how ‘programmed’ this character to interact based on it’s offer, but it was enough to assess that there weren’t completely incompetent. Not great but not a terrible kisser either, “Mm,” She mumbled, released him from the flushed kiss – though she put on more of an act, “-I’ll keep it in mind.” Releasing him, she walked around him and gave him a quick smack on the butt with her tail before walking over to a very shocked and embarrassed Denizen.
“Did you seriously just kiss a fucking hologram?” He asked, his eye wide and incredulous as she simply raised a hand and returned the look with one of sass.
“Why not? He offered; it would be rude to not at least see if it he could deliver,” She reasoned and he seemed to almost be at a loss for words before pinching the bridge of his nose.
“You know what, what – the fuck – ever you want to do with him; it’s all yours, but wait ‘til the damn tours over! Damn,” He got up and called for the program to end, revealing the default form of the Hologrid as a multi-grid room on all sides. “You can upload programs, edit them or create them. Unfortunately, looking through the files and the technicalities of the program – you’d need a Masters in any kind of Code Building to understand a fifth of what it all means. As a result of this,” He shrugs, “-the programs that were damaged or unsalvagable will remain that way until you or someone else can fix them.”
Curious, Zerori asked an important question, “What type of program is use to write them?”
He screwed up his eye, “The hell should I know? What the program is known as ‘Trinary Syntax’, but what this could mean could be anything entirely.” He waved a hand at her and walked out, “The tour is almost over; just one last place to go then we end it on the bridge.”
“The Bridge?” Zerori questioned, still not satisfied by not receiving an answer she could work with but she wasn’t willing to bother him for information he didn’t know. As they went back to the elevator, he raised a hand and pointed at the lift before mentioning a word.
“Lift,” He said simply before heading inside. She gave him a look before following him, shrugging the oddity off in favor of simply doing as he said. If it said it was a ‘blue bird’, she might call it that if she were drunk – the name for the elevator wasn’t to far off from the realistic meaning of its purpose. He spoke again, this time of a ‘Deck 5’ before they appeared before and damn carbon copy of the last deck. Looking at him, he just raised both hands in surrender before speaking again, “I told you the design was shit…”
“It’s just bland, that’s all,” She tried to defend and he rolled his eyes, almost completely frustrated with her pacifistic attitude on the design disaster this ship was. Instead of responding verbally, he stomped down the hall and met with another door that had a name off to the side of it. ‘Medical’ is read and Zerori grinned at the idea of a medical facility on board. He started, “This Medical bay is complete with top-of-the-line medical supplies from not only my company but the technology this ship possessed before it arrived here. Due to the fact that this ship has its’ own replication technology, it wouldn’t matter if he took it all for ourselves or not. The amount of money sunk into this by you and your investments have more than paid for the fixes and nuances of the technology.”
For a moment, Zerori only stared at him before he sighed and summarized it for her.
“You paid for a ship that was special – we kept the ‘special factor’.” At the explanation, Denizen opened the door and walked inside. Zerori following, they were shown a large room with sterilized beds and a section for an office. It was obviously a medical facility, one that held all of the information for the medical practices the crew would benefit from. The man in black walked a couple of paces before turning to Zerori, “This space comes with one additional feature, one that we couldn’t integrate nor take out. It’s the ‘special feature’, I was talking about.”
Giving a nod to make him continue, he called out to the computer to ‘Activate EMR’, and they were both face-to-face with a man dressed oddly to a uniform they’d never seen. It was purely armored so there was no facial feature that could be seen. It occasionally glitched out bit she figured that was because of it's initiation. he had no discernible sex but it's voice was soft and firm - she decided to call it a 'he' anyway. He stared at them both, his programming dictating that he declares his opener, “How can I be of assistance?”
Intrigued, Zerori stepped up to this one and poked him in the chest, earning a confused look as he steps back from her, “You’re also tangible,” She notes. Obviously, he was more than such.
He seemed curious about her and her reaction, grabbing her hand gently to put it down, "I'm aware of that. I have been deisgned to be off assistance in nearly one millions forms of medical surgeries and as well and basic combat training. However, these protocols are offline, so those services will not function," He tilted his head at her, "What is your name? Can you tell me what happened to this ship? My programming requires-"
“Computer, deactivate EMR,” He said, shorting the little introduction for the holograms sake. He turned to the woman with a grin, “You get that too, don’t forget. Remember, we can’t change its programming.” When she gave him an over exaggerated eye roll, he simply shook his head with a smile and walked out of the room. He went back to the turbo lift with Zerori in tow and the young woman could lean against the wall as she ran a hand through her hair. “A lot to take in?” Denizen asked and she looked over at him before giving him a grin.
“I’d be lying if I said ‘No’,” She admitted before he asked for the ‘Bridge’ and they were off once more. “I’ve modified and studied various technologies before, throwing myself into the realm of the technologically modified – however I’ve never seen anything like this. To call it mine; it makes me light-headed.” Denizen gave her a look when the doors opened, revealing the command center of the entire ship.
“You don’t get nice things often?”
“I don’t get them, period,” She admitted, giving him a sly smile. “What I get that I enjoy – I usually have to take.”
“Sounds like you make a living just fine,” He noted to himself before he started the final part of the tour. “The Bridge, command center and brain of the entire ship. From here, you can do everything that anyone could do in the specific consoles. However, you’d have to constantly working from this console,” He gestured toward the double chairs in the center with the console between them, “-every second to do so. That is why nearly all vital ship functions have been automated to the best of our abilities. It takes more of the energy supply this ship requires, but you’ll be glad for it until you get a crew of your own and somehow train them to work this ship.” He shrugged, “-which is unlikely.”
She walked around the floor of the room, eyeing the screen above and checking some of the setting on a console she got close to. When she walked to the chair in the middle of the left side, she turned and sat down in it, crossing her legs at the knee and putting her cheek in against her fist as she lounged.
It was silent for a few moments before Denizen spoke once more, “So now that that’s over with, I’ll let you get acquainted and introduce yourselves more intimately. Whenever you’re ready, take your kid and get the hell out of here so I can start another project,” As he finished his sentence, Zerori leaned forward dramatically at his mention of Ari.
“Ari is not my kid,” He told him, eliciting another look before he waved a dismissive hand at her and walked out, “I’m serious! I just found her!”
“Stealing children is a crime, Doll,” He said as he disappeared behind the turbo lift and Zerori placed her face in her hand, releasing a sigh. When the door close and Denizen was back outside, she watched him talk to the little girl from the view screen and got an idea. Before Ari could even start running toward the ramp to go inside, the saiyaness started to look over the lift commands. She input a few commands in before watching as the computer acknowledged her bringing the landing struts back up. Powering the ship, she thought that it might be a good idea to go ahead and test the flight capabilities.
After all, she wasn’t going to let just anyone one here if it was a piece of junk – much less Ari.
Orbital coordinates set. Initiating take-up sequence. The computer responded in the feminine voice she’d never heard before and she felt the environmental control start to hum. Oxygen was filing the cabin, gravity was equalized and she could feel what were the inertial dampeners keeping the insides of the ship from falling from their locations. Within a few minutes, she could see the familiar darkness of space.
She stared for a few minutes, taking in the sight and letting the relaxing sensation of peace wash over her for a few calm moments. She watched the consoles for a few moments before she stood up from the chair and made her way to the lift.
It was time to test out the various other idiosyncrasies Denizen had neglected to show her. When the door opened to reveal the next floor down, ‘Deck 2’ she called for the computer to bring her to, she met with only a few doors. Curious about their insides, she attempted to open a few using the command panel at the side. When nothing happened (no beep or access or denial) she made a gesture with her hand in frustration. “How the fuck…?” She muttered, looking at the panel again before pressing the buttons a few more times. Unsuccessful she let out a breath and simply looked at the door with a longing look before sighing.
It was her ship after all…
Pulling a fist back, she threw it into the metal and literally shred through the material like was merely paper. Even she was caught off guard by how easy it was to destroy it, her face an expression of worry as she pulled her arm out. Looking through the hole, she could only see a darkened room but the hole made it possible to just pull the door open from the sides and enter.
It was crisp, like no one had this room or even lived on this deck before, but she could clearly see that there were some oddly personal effects. Objects she’d never seen that felt like there were from another world. As she walked the room and ran a hand along the objects, she felt as though she was invading some sort of personal space. With a look of regret, she exited the room and made her way back to the turbo lift. She could always come back when she’d gotten used to this vessel.
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