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From the Void [OPEN]
by Narrator & XenixPM MemberMember Profile on Wed, 10 Sep 2014 15:03

Location: Rickety Shuttle / Space Station Hub and surrounding space.


The deepest piercing cold blackness of space would would entomb a crew in a matter of hours. Slowing their functions until each and every one slept and eventually succumbed to exposure, shock, and cellular breakdown. However, such concerns didn’t touch Xenix. He could tell what the temperatures were within the habitable spaces of the ramshackle craft that barely showed up as a scrap heap and looked more like some debris from a time long past. Never the less it held together, power still coursed through the conduit, and the reactor thrummed steadily. The one thing it didn’t have was any sort of interstellar drive.

Time plodded along as the tiny vessel would power up engines briefly make course corrections and then a short burst to move him on his way. Countless times he had done this to take him from the abandoned ruins of a facility to, where his memories told him a populated planet would be. Him… when had he taken on that descriptor? He wasn’t really a he per say, though he did have the general form factor of a male physique for many species. That wasn’t really important for the time being. He needed a populated planet where he could commence his search.

It should be soon. Several hundred mini jumps on a haphazard course through space. He imagined that must have been what many of the first space explorers felt in the infancy of space exploration. Feeling… that was another oddity. He did feel. It was more than just sensors and raw data. He was a machine, and from what memories he still had told him, machines didn’t feel no matter how advanced the were. The answers were always at the tip of his tongue… if he had one.

As Xenix reminisced and lost himself in his own digital mind, a ping lit up the hobbled together panels. A proximity alert and… a hail. Xenix listened to the transmission as he tried to get useful information from the instruments of antiquity. “Unidentified vessel you are hereby ordered to slow for escort and scan. You will be guided to the quarantine docs until your personnel and cargo can be verified. You have thirty ticks to comply.”

Xenix declined to respond and examined the data that he was able to get. It wasn’t a planet, however it was a space station and a massive one. Ships were everywhere from the small interstellar skifs to the massive capital ships that would be the hub for some planet’s fleet. Xenix simply shut off the panels and moved to the back and starboard side of the space and turned off the lights in the ship. Standing still he listened as the ship jostled with metal on metal as some sort of crude grapple secured the heap of barely serviceable garbage. Likely some sort of salvage crew looking to make a few credits by cutting out everything that could be considered of value.

Time continued and suddenly another sound of metal against metal followed suddenly by a hissing sound and by all indications atmosphere was returning to the ship. Several species then combed the small container quickly. Others showed up and began cutting, dismantling and unplugging everything they could. Several happened upon where he stood silently and one whistled lowly, “My my, this should fetch a small fortune! HEY! Don’t cut this one up! It will probably be worth more than the rest of the lot together and then some.” Another chuckled, “I say keep it and it can do the heavy lifting,” the first shook his head, “Nah! You know how boss is… just make sure it doesn’t get scratched.” They continued to argue and finally the situation was resolved with several others hauling him away.

He scanned everything while they transported him to what appeared to be their stash. Stacks of cargo crates of all sorts, piles of scrap metal, even a few boxes of likely stolen military equipment. Once the door went shut he scanned it in several different light spectrums. Apparently it was a secure enough location since the didn’t have any guards outside. With some effort he forced the door open slipping away into the bustle of the space station.

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Rat walk
by Rafzo on Wed, 24 Sep 2014 08:39

It was dangerous but somehow he'd managed to smuggle his vehicle into the bustling space stations corridors. From his console he did a sensor sweep looking for interesting and new things he might want to investigate. Rafzo was from a rather far away world and the vehicle he'd constructed to explore the space station was rather odd. It was odd because Rafzo was only about an inch tall. So he'd constructed a vehicle to look like a creature he'd found on the space station. A Rat. When Xenix appeared on his sensor sweep he decided this was something worth looking into. He'd tail whatever this Xenix was and see what it did.

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RE: Rat walk
by Narrator & XenixPM MemberMember Profile on Fri, 24 Oct 2014 14:22

The particular area that the scrappers called home was... dingy. That was the correct word, he thought. Even the quality of light, that was scarce enough as it strove to work reach further than it ever possibly could, seemed fuzzy. But not that cute and cuddly fuzzy. More the sort of fuzzy a piece of fruit becomes after it falls from a tree and is left to sit. The air carried all manner of contaminants. It was moments like these that Xenix was glad he didn't actually breath. That passing thought made him stop a moment. "I'm not breathing..." for some reason or another that was more than a little disconcerting. The fact that it was disconcerting was nearly just as disconcerting. It was like there was something he was missing, as if it was just around the corner and all he had to do was look. But every time he did, he faced an abrupt emptiness.

He had stopped in the middle of long tangled corridor filled with ruddy boxes, barrels, crates and various refuse much of which was quickly pushed aside as useless information. With a deep shudder he placed himself deeper in the shadows. So complete was his placement that he hadn't even noticed the slight ripple that occurred as he moved. Though others would notice that instead of an already black metallic figure highlighted in various areas by an electric blue illumination becoming more shrouded and the light more pronounce that the entire figure faded and completely from view, as a specter from a children's book.

Looking about he made sure no one had noticed his presence before walking again. It only took a few dozen steps before a sickening squelching sound made his presence known. Whatever it had been spread beneath his foot and over the surface of the corridor leaving a disgusting footprint. Shortly there after another slight ripple, looking much like heat waves gave way once again to the polished black metallic and blue that was the figure of Xenix. "I'm not entirely sure I want to know what that was," but thankfully an automatic function of his being made that decision for him and the information was stored in his data banks resulting in a static like sound that might be considered a sigh.

He continued on, picking up a couple of items from sleeping and perhaps even dying forms laying in the nooks of the corridor. He donned these vestiges in a manner to conceal his blatantly artificial form before continuing on to areas better lit.

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Robot Follower
by Rafzo on Wed, 5 Nov 2014 17:47

Following the robot seemed a fairly simple task. He set the mimic auto-pilot and let the rat vehicle do the work. Sensors were giving an interesting readout to explore. So to this he bent his eye and considered the data. Much of it did not make sense. Whatever it was did not originate from the station. Thus was a possible friend and ally. Those of the station had done horrible things to his people and the planet he came from. Especially with their huge feet and giant craft. A screen flashed a warning as the robot seemed to approach the more lighted areas. With little time to think Rafzo punched a teleportation test order into his console. The test would seek an inch x inch sector and teleport air into it. If the test was successful he'd beam inside the robot and key his vehicle to follow along safer routes.

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RE: Robot Follower
by Narrator & XenixPM MemberMember Profile on Wed, 3 Dec 2014 15:59

Just as he was about to step into the light he experienced an odd sensation followed by a few new bits of programming that was activated. The new passenger would find that the inside of this particular 'robot' was made for a being quite a bit larger than he was. But soon a few beeps and soon the space that was largely empty began to enclose around him starting toward the feet and working its way up. It wasn't that panic inducing sort of closing in that booby trapped shrines and the like had. It was... squishier. In fact, any time the passenger would get stuck the enclosing would stop and only resume once he was free. Soon all that was left open was approximately where the inside of the chest would be. The upper portions were also closed off.

In front of the little fellow a screen would pop up. A unique display of where he was and then the status of various other systems that were part of this 'robot'. "Who are you? How did you get inside, er.. me? I didn't even realize there was an inside... wait no... I did... I have some gaps in my memory, do forgive me little fellow."

After a moment Xenix was able to trace the origins of this new being and he locked onto the other vehicle which now popped up in another portion of the area that was left open to him. "Did you make that rat? Very ingenious."

Deciding he would wait to enter the more lit areas until he had a grasp of what was happening here he activated his camouflage and a moment later the form that was Xenix soon faded from view of the outside world. The only one who would be hearing their conversation would be the two of them as he stood off to the side and waited for some manner of response. Perhaps the small being didn't speak his language? Luckily a translation function was built into his programming. That was something SHE insisted upon, Xenix mused internally. When he did so an image of a female face flickered in place of the displays but it was distorted by some white noise. A moment later everything was normal again and he recorded the disturbance for later investigation.

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Rafzo Inside
by Rafzo on Sat, 6 Dec 2014 16:53

He managed to blink after teleporting. Then he was falling but that was short-lived. What he saw was reason to blink. All the moving bits and pieces. As the little screen popped up he blinked again. His voice and alien tounge reacted to what he heard though it would be later translated. "Well there goes any sort of spying about on my part." Using a strange tentacle like appendage that at first glance might have been a mustache... he stroked what might be his eyebrows. Rafzo as a being was odd. To go into the myriad strange appendages and what nots would take a bit too much time. As a being though he was covered in short fuzzy fur and wore no clothing beyond a vest. Below the vest was a elaborate belt pouch system of storage. While over his eyes (all four of em') appears long cylinder looking brass goggles. "Ahh I see" he chortled. Looking over the screens display of the robots systems. "Open book Test. I am RAFZO "Major Beholder", "Keeper of Bottles and Whajents", "Pre-emptier of Flaugh and Gee" of the beautious planet "Nub-oo-yodel'layleehoo". Oh I'm on..." He pauses while his mustache appendages stroke his eyebrows. "a super secret spy mission to discover a way to stop the people of this station from the horrors they continually commit with their large feet on my planet. No forgiveness needed I am gratefull to discover myself in the company of such a great host. Yes! Yes that rat is of my making. In this my people think me fiendish and of darkness yet keeping and jeering bottles is a much loved passtime of mine. Is this place your bottle? Are you in here somewhere as well?" With a finger he traces the screen in front of him making note of all he can.

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RE: Rafzo Inside
by Narrator & XenixPM MemberMember Profile on Sat, 27 Dec 2014 06:29

It was quite a name and list of titles that came from the little being. But still he listened. "So, your people, for lack of a better term are getting squished and otherwise trampled underfoot. That is the the trouble with most people. They don't take the time to pay attention to their surroundings especially not anything below their normal level of vision."

Oh, the questions this little fellow had. Was this his bottle? Well here goes, "In a manner of speaking it is my bottle or vessel. Though I do not have a physical form other than this vessel. This is a special prototype stealth combat suite. For all intents and purposes I am it's controlling program. My memories are a little disjointed and I am missing some key bits of information to explain further. But I believe I was once in a more organic form. I am Xenix by the way."

Taking note of what he was looking at on the screens he attempted to explain, "You can view a status of my subsystems there. Cloaking, life support, physical integrity, biological vital signs, though yours are a little odd it might take a little while to calibrate to your specific species, there are also some systems that become useful in covertly accessing information and observing others without being seen."

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Got a jack?
by Rafzo on Thu, 26 Mar 2015 18:01

Rafzo nodded alot to the voice. Mostly he studied the information display before him. "A pleasure to meet you in friendship." He pauses to sound out the name "Xenix" to pronounce it correctly. "I ought to be able to twist a signal from my bottle to add to your sensor feeds." His mustache tendrils smooth back his ears. "Yes... yes I think... oh no... hmmm yes there we go. I can access the stations data'centers thru my bottle and connect thru here for added protection. If they trace worse case scenario my bottle gets fried and i'm on foot with my jetpack." Reaching into a hip pouch he withdrawls a wire and plugs it into a sort of watch, a tablet and then holds it up a bit awkwardly... "Ya got a security jack with a twist paradigm... pulse 90 over 16... this tablet ought to compensate on my end and buffer or burn out before any feedback from their data centers."

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Infiltration
by Narrator & XenixPM MemberMember Profile on Sat, 13 June 2015 15:24

Listening carefully the the minute infiltrator he assessed what the being said and then responded, "A jack of sorts. All that needs to be done is to get close enough to a terminal to which has the correct connectivity. No need for any sort of real damage." Then an image appeared on a screen for Rafzo's perusal. A small sphere, it would appear to be the size of Rafzo's fist. Then he would see a simulation of it apparently disintegrating into a mist and then one particle was focused on and magnified to show it was a small disc. "A type X-746 Data Infiltration Probe. The sphere is composed of countless nano dots, each capable of remote access and transmission, securely and anonymously. The also work more efficiently when in proximity to at least one other that has adhered to a power source. They will form clusters, and those clusters will form a web giving real time information to me, and you as this suit's occupant. Does that meet your needs?"

With that Xenix faded back into view of any passerby. He had managed to discover some clothing that would conceal his form well enough and so he moved into the crowd to mingle and locate the required terminal. "I take it you've been to this station before?"

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Pollen Ball?
by Rafzo on Tue, 16 June 2015 15:14

The little man puts away his tablet and the wire that connected it to his watch . He then fully directs his attention to the display. Then retrieving a monacle inspects it more closely. A string of jargon mumbles off his breath. Then suddenly he nods. This nano technology was a bit strange to him but he understood the jist and application. It was a sphere of pollen. Retrieving his tablet he pulls up a map of the station and highlighted all the terminals his previous scouting had already noted. Certain area were marked as unknown but density of lifeform activity during the scouting was noted and a host of other strange data. "I've already done some preliminary accessing of the terminals. Each has a floor plate and nearby emitter which fries anyone with high voltage that seeks to tamper with the controls. I'm not sure what a latent peice of activated pollen might do from a distance but likely sensors track the location of anyone or thing in the nearby vicinity and lock to incurr penalty."

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RE: Pollen Ball?
by Narrator & XenixPM MemberMember Profile on Tue, 23 June 2015 03:48

Pollen... he supposed that it could be seen as such. He had never really thought about it before. As he noted that he realized he never HAD thought about it before. Not important, he reminded himself and continued. The voice that spoke to the minute inhabitant seemed a little amused now, "We needn't get close to actually use it." he noted a few of the terminals that Rafzo had already scouted, "Since you have done some reconnaissance already we needn't get within range of those sensors. I can launch them a the terminal from a distance." he smirked and moved to another secluded area still within visual range of one of the indicated terminals.

A few scans and data was popping up on displays for Rafzo. Trajectory, velocity, obstacles and even a few ricochet options. He highlighted one that was a strait shot toward the machine, "I recommend this one. I time it and fire and then we wait a moment. What say you?"

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Pollen Lancher
by Rafzo on Tue, 23 June 2015 10:21

Rafzo kept a sharp eye on the displays. "All seems good, go go go" He smiled. He wasn't used to working with others but even in the short amount of time he'd been working with this alien he was greatly enjoying it. Back home he might get a visitor once every three months or so... and none of them approved of his work or life style working with bottles and his other experiments. Here it seemed everything he did and enjoyed was normal. He didnt loathe the station inhabitants as much as he probably should have. Their destruction was mostly accidental and thru ignorance. Still some were not ignorant and he'd be able to confirm once access to the system was secured.

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RE: Pollen Lancher
by Narrator & XenixPM MemberMember Profile on Mon, 29 June 2015 05:22

The positive response made a few things light up. The trajectory blinked once and a soft assuring *blip* could be heard. Soon a new item was on the screen. Or at least a tiny indicator was overlayed on the feed tracking a now invisible "dot's" progress. Once within a few increments of the terminal the tracking marker disappeared and at the bottom corner of the display was a blinking "DEPLOYMENT: IN PROGRESS" that stopped blinking and changed to "DEPLOYMENT: SUCCESS"

Xenix waited and soon another smaller screen came up to the right displaying, ">CONNECTION: CHECKING...
>CONNECTION: ESTABLISHED - 1423 NODES ACTIVE - AVERAGE NODE SIZE: 22 DOTS
>NEGOTIATING LATENT LINK
... ... ... ...
>BYPASSING LOCAL ENCRYPTION
>WARNING: TRIGGERED SECURITY MEASURE
>ANALYZING NODES
>REALIGNING NODES
>1236 NODES ACTIVE - AVERAGE NODE SIZE: 24 DOTS
>SECURITY MEASURES MASKED
>CONNECTION: VERIFIED
>LINK STATUS: CONFIRMED
>ACCESS GRANTED! ALL DIRECTORIES CONFIRMED."

Xenix then seemed to be more relaxed now. Was it possible to for this exoskeleton to display such an emotion? Never the less, he felt it. "There we are," and the graphical display popped up as if they were looking directly at the terminal, "You should be able to interface with this as if you were standing in front of the actual terminal. I'm not certain as to what information you are looking for but I will actively monitor the connection. The link is latent so we need to stay near by. But if we need we can go active and increase our distance but we will need to stay moving so our location can't be pin pointed. Any sort of charged attack will simply destroy some dots which will atomize and therefore become untraceable. Any questions, Rafzo?"

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Status Nogo
by Rafzo on Thu, 20 Aug 2015 12:41

Luck seemed to be favoring him well. At once the terminal was before him he set to work. He shook his head to the question if he needed help. Deftly he piloted the menu screens and only took a few moments in the commands library to get the nomenclature he needed. His fingers danced and he barely blinked. All he had to do was stop these space folk from stepping on his people and to that effect he stuffed in reports and data to both mislead and redirect them both elsewhere on the planet... and to other planets. After a few minutes he smiled and looked up. "Well I'm done with what I need to do. Anything I can help you with?"

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Directive
by Narrator & XenixPM MemberMember Profile on Thu, 5 Nov 2015 03:18

Xenix monitored the link and once Rafzo had completed the task at hand, subtly directing ships and people away from the planet and away from their settlement. "Nicely done, Bottlemaker, nicely done. As for my own task. It is a bit more complex." He paused for a moment before continuing and a small screen with a recording of his first moments after waking. (see the background tab)

"Despite that being my first recorded memory, there is a... feeling of something missing something older than that recording. There are things that I can't explain, subroutines that I can access that by all rights I shouldn't be able to. I can edit my own base code and functionality. That's a very dangerous thing to allow a synthetic consciousness. If I were to create one I wouldn't allow that functionality. I can bypass every safety protocol hard coded in my core parameters. I can see that normally I... shouldn't be able to edit or even see these parameters under normal conditions." he went silent for a while and he severed the connection to the terminal. The nano dots would lay dormant for quite some time before degrading to the point of not being usable. "I am in search of answers. I hope my explanation was adequate." He began traversing the station again observing and listening to everyone within sensor range in hopes of some remnant of a thread to follow.

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