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The metal was iron left on the wall from several evaporated bloodstains. Andromeda informed SAIDE of this. "Lasercams seem to be the only message pirates understand. So... how long has it been?" |
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"Hmm...my memories say around 30 million years, quite a long time, Its a shame such a fine vessel went to waste..." |
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"I was asking because my programs were still loading. My startup sequence has taken five minutes and still not finished. However, I can now say on good authority that we last met three billion years ago. Not 30 million." Andromeda said.
(I don't know if your American, but the British put a billion as 3,000,000,000.) |
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(Oh, yeah, i'm american, but I just Miscalculated,)
"Hmm, Yes, perhapse my systems are even albiet frazzled"
-She said, calling the creaky and possibly only surviving, tram |
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Several more Arcadian ships dock with the Fox Fire. |
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The Dratgorth spaceships eventually reached the Fox Fire. |
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The tram arrived. It was actually a Sweeper. Because the Transit System no longer formed a circle, Andromeda had to use the closest vehicle, and pile the rest up at the other end of the line. It was creaky, and the suspension was six degrees off, but otherwise it was perfectly ok. |
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-She got on, her body having weight meant she didn't put any more pressure then what it could stand- |
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It could still hold quite a bit of weight. The Sweeper moved off with a groan as soon as SAIDE was on board. |
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-SAIDE looked around, the corroded wals ready to cave- |
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The Dratgorth fleet reached the Fox Fire, and went inside it. Soon, a radio wave rushed through the void to Gimalox.
"Sir, it's safe to go!"
The Dratgorth race was ready to evacuae from all planets, all areas. No one could be left behind. |
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(David, you can't go into the Fox Fire. Your just expected to dock your passenger and freighter ships at the docking station. You can't keep any ship above the length of 70 meters. Or height of 40 meters.) |
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(Sheed, it's all just Light Frigates. Only 10 meters long and 3 meters high.) |
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(I'm just giving you information. The point is, your ships can't go inside the Fox Fire. It's a ship, not a hangar.) |
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(Okay, then the Dratgorth fleet docks with the Fox Fire.) |
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The Company, having recognised Archaelon's computer senility almost as soon as they discovered the Fox Fire. One of the first things they had done was to bypass the majority of systems Archaelon could no longer control and replace the controls through an alternate computer system. It wasn't sentient like Archaelon, but at least they could use it.
The computer registered the docking of multiple ships. '2446 docking ports remaining." it told a Company employee, who wasn't interested. |
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-SAIDE looked around on the tram, flicking a peeling peice of more blood rust, whatever caused all this blood must have been why the warmonger was left to rot-
(This kinda reminds me of dead space; Dead crew,blood and a a ship in decay and turmoil) |
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Elsewhere on the Warmonger, under a large pile of metal debris, something moved... |
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-The tram stopped at the C-Core section, she felt it was a waste to leave andromeda to rot. So, she would take him with her, unless he protested and WANTED to rot with this dreary ship- |
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Then, a light illuminated the debris from the inside. It was yellow. Suddenly, the pile was destroyed, and an ancient Revered Scout Monitor floated out. "3-3-04 Melanch-ch-ch-oly P-prejudice fu-unctioning." It said. "P-power l-l-l-evels at 2-2-20%. Rechar-r-ge systems of-f-f-f-line." It flew over to a nearby wall, shooting it with some form of Laser. It had destroyed the wall, exposing some circuitry. It fired a white beam at the circuirty. "P-power lev-vels retu-r-ning to normal. All systems functioning." It seemed self-aware now. "Oh my. I must have been offline longer than I thought." Prejudice said, looking around. "Hello? Andromeda?" He 'shouted', voice echoing through the empty corridors. |
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-SAIDE heard this, turning her head, she telepathicly spoke to him "Hello? Who are you?" |
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"I am 304 Melancholy Prejudice, former Scout Monitor of the Revered and part of this vessels crew... Unfortunatly, it doesnt seem like much is left." He 'thought'. |
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"Hmm, yes, I'm here to take Andromeda off this rotting husk, onto the vestige. How long have you been online aboard here?" she asked curiously, still standing by the tram- |
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Prejudice thought for a moment. "3,600,000 y.ears, aproximatly." He said. "I have a request. If you do take him off this ship, I would like to come as well. There is nothing left for me to do here." |
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