NationStates Jolt Archive

[Semi-open, UTF gets first post and anyone that can interact with that can feel free to post.]

-Twenty Years Ago-

~Do you think that they would ever forgive you, do you think they won’t accuse you of Treason, they’ll kill you and pick apart your brain and find out how you tick~

The Sertian ran, ran from the voice that was speaking to his head and from his own past, running beyond corridors while the various display consuls seemed to distort and filled with static as the data it contained was ripped apart, scrambled, and made useless. All around the fleeing humanoid automatic systems started to become undone. The distortions continued until the Sertian made his way to one of the Destroyer’s drop pods, designed to ferry platoons of soldiers onto a planet he made his way into it, throwing himself to the edge of the pod as his mind activated the stasis system that protected the soldiers during their rough voyage, closed the pods doors, and activated the systems to lunch himself from the ship and into the spatial distortions it was monitoring.

And there he stayed within stasis for twenty years, his mind wandering the limited computer data banks of the pod, resulting in a limited consciousness such as one that’s awake, idle until something happens to disturb his slumber…



-Current Time Line-

On the edge of the UTF systems, just barely out of sensor range a metallic module that could have resembled an escape pod floated. Idle until the mind contained within it could sense something at the edge of his conscious, something familiar… It was the sign the sleeping conscious needed, but it lacked the computers needed to retain a full conscious capacity with his biological mind locked away. But it had enough power to reach out, to touch the edge of a data network that had just radically exploded in potential.

It couldn’t do much, but in the UTF’s dreamscape something changed, data was manipulated so that it seemed to change the very aura of the system itself within the small area it could manipulate. Limited information was included, a sense of location where the pod was, and a feeling of loneliness mixed with fear.

The Destroyer group lead by the UTS Tomas S gates idly floated through the area of space were the pod was, their engines glowing white and blue as they moved along with speed, in a standard wedge formation the ships move along ever so slowly, their hulls glimmering in whatever light was In the area, the hulls had a TFSN flag on the side of them. Commander Charles hedgings was on the bridge of the gates.

He had gotten a report of some strange signals in the area , his eyes were looking over the rather crowded CNC bridge screen, as his officer wandered through the tight corners of the crowded bridge, it was another day for them, standard patrol duty as or they thought. The screen blips to life , the destroyers escorted by several SA-40A fighter bombers head towards the signal, the commander raised his hand to his chin and gently started to stroke it with a hum, his eyes peered over the panel and he pointed towards something blipping on the sensor arrays. He said with a rather loud yet commanding voice.

“Beam that thing ahead of us on to the cargo bay and make sure its secure, whatever that thing is its making faint noise..”


“Yes sir” said a con officer who was next to the hooked in bio tactical droid that had already locked on and transported the pod on to the ship with a shimmering white and blue glow, the cargo bay was modestly sized, already lined with several troops and medical personnel to receive it, the commander wandered down towards the bay his feet taping along the deck of the utilitarian looking corridors.

He stepped over to deck as the soldiers saluted to him he said loudly.

“At ease, now what’s this”

The AI popped up behind the pod in a metallically mechanical voice that reverberated around the deck it said.

“it appears to be some type of pod commander, perhaps we should attempt to open it..”
The command ran his fingers over his chin he was cautious about opening it but decided it might be for the best seeing as whatever it was couldn’t possibly pose a threat to his people. He said with a nod and waving his hand to the AI and other officers..

“Open it up, but be careful and marines train your sights on it..”

With that the AI began to hack in to it attempting to open the pod, as marines placed their ABR-20’s to their firing positions the target corsairs on the pod itself…

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The Sertian locked within the pod was still in stasis, and given the fact the limited electronics of the drop vehicle had no sensors he never noticed himself being transported into a ship, nor the fact that he had several rifles aimed at where he was. What he did notice however, was that something was invading his consciousness. The result was that two primal instincts manifested themselves: One of curiosity, and one of resistance.

The combined resulted in the mind suddenly awakening as it was connected to more advanced electronics, feelers of data irregularity suddenly spreading through the ship’s systems as the mind began to harness more advanced computers. These creeping yet fast tendrils seemed to have no particular meaning, a few zeros and ones shifted about as the untrained psychic unconsciously started to wrestle control of the ship from the AI. But while all this was happening, one command kept popping into the AI’s logical system, interrupting its computing brain: WHO WHO WHO WHO WHO WHO WHO WHO WHO WHO WHO WHO WHO WHO WHO WHO WHO WHO WHO WHO WHO WHO WHO WHO WHO WHO WHO WHO WHO

Back at the party. Isahil suddenly stopped dancing. He looked at rob, a partially frightened look in his eyes. "I sense a powerful psi user. I need to go to him. He's on one of your ships. He doesn't know how to use his Talent. Whats the fastest rout to the edge of this system?" He asked, his eyes glassing over partly as he reached out with his mind, peering through the bay of the destroyer. Focusing his power to clear the image and sound of the bay. Speaking to rob. He's confused... he doesn't know whats going on.... Your marines are in danger, tell them to stand down at once!" He said in a tone that dictated no questions.

The unconscious mind of the psychic moved with undeniable speed through the AI’s systems, literally smashing through any attempts to contain the data abnormalities his untrained mind created. Overloaded and partially deleted the AI gave a few flickers of life before ceasing to exist, replaced by a random series of ones and zeros.

This presented a second problem, for now the mind was bordering on the edges of back up systems, if he continued his expansion he could theoretically disable life support and other essential ship systems. But more than that, his mind had been given a large enough processing plant that he was capable of conscious thought, but with only limited memories from his frozen brain he could only interact through the AI’s former voice electronics.

“Identify yourselves,” came the AI’s voice, but now it was surprisingly flat, lacking emotion and relying on pure words to get the point across. “Or I shall assume you hostile and vent the atmosphere of your ship!”