"It will be some time til the mining drone will be able to collect enough supplies for us to construct a recon ship. So, for the time being, we'll have to make due with the stations sensor suite. I might be able to make some tweaks here and there to improve their performance to make up for the lack of a dedicating scouting vessel."
The Professor, removed the helmet of his spacesuit once the life support systems kicked in and took a deep breath of the comparatively fresh air. He pulled some rations out to snack on before heading to the station's sensor suite to begin scanning what he could of whatever system they had crashed in.
Click Click Boom BoomIt takes Jacques a hour and a half to complete a basic mining drone. The design is a simple standard with two mining drills, a basic cargo container, and a camera and ore detector.
Professor Proton tweaks with the current sensor suite and a small ping is made giving them a basic outline of their current system. It is a asteroid belt with the closest asteroids being out a bit. One of the asteroids has multiple pings on it signifying something unique. The Sensors label this one as Phi for note.
Before Jacques can even use the computer to control the drone, it comes to life and flies through the airlock with it's radio going "WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" No damage is made thankfully as the Airlock automatically opens and closes.
Adam's AI Core has powered down and the camera is slumped.
Helmet removed, his tits calmed, and feeling much more refreshed after sucking in some newly created oxygen, Remy's sour disposition managed to lessen as he wiped his brow, proving once and for all the environmental systems of the suit weren't working properly — at least not the cooling portion. Damaged in the crash? Burnt out from the long voyage? He didn't know; he also didn't particularly care at the moment, content to keep inhaling as if his lungs had an infinite capacity.
Riiiiight up until the lil' drone that could decided to whee-whee-whee itself right out the airlock.
"Y'know, that whole 'fried circuits' thing... maybe we should look into that," Remy noted, waggling a sweat-coated eyebrow Jacques' way. "Just sayin', some of our obot-ray iends-fray seem to be acting a little uggy-bay."
After a momentary pause, the former spy, tapping his finger to his chin as he examines the monitor over Professor Proton's shoulder, continued "So we need some kind of communications to call for help," he said, then quickly added "Also, dibs on my own room. Called it."
Twitchin' Dem' Gamez."Oohh pig latin. The robots will never figure that out. Sure glad we got the leg up on them!" Crashsat blinks. "So now we have to go chase after the drone? We have no idea what it's doing or where it's going?"
Saint LaughterThe Professor stares unamused at the scanner display as ADAM decides to take the mining drone for a spin. He does mentally note, that Remy may have a point. Which is why it was a shame that Crashsat was a combat model. If he didn't want to allow himself to get powered down to be examined, it wasn't going to happen.
"Communications wouldn't serve much purpose at the moment. As far as the scanners show there are no ships in this system. Any distress signal that we broadcast could take years, possibly centuries before we get a reaction depending on just how badly we went off course. Well, unless someone invented FTL while we were stuck in cyrosleep. But that is unlikely. For now, our best bet is the mine the asteroid belt and investigate what's odd about Phi. Hopefully, ADAM will be done with his joyride and start mining, shortly."
Click Click Boom BoomRolling his eyes at Crashsat with a knowing grin, the displaced information procurer practically turned white as a ghost as Professor Proton revealed the futility in making a phone call for a space-cab to come pick them up.
"Centuries. Great. This vacation wasn't turning out great to begin with, but now you're telling me room service might literally take ages to get here? That's just the icing on the cake," retorted Remy, a scowl creeping its way across his face. All this techno-mining-nonsense was all well and good, but the prospect of faster than light travel — which, as the good professor had pointed out, didn't exist — certainly wasn't brightening his day up any.
"So, okay, we investigate Phi, we build some comfy suites, and then what? Invent a way to move faster than light? You're not really selling me on the whole getting-back-to-civilization bit here, doc, since we'll probably all be dead by the time anyone back home picks up our signal if we go that route."
Remy paused for a moment, shifting his gaze between the robotic emissaries they'd been saddled with.
"Well, I mean, we'll be dead. Guess you guys'll just go crazy or rust or whatever? No offense."
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Twitchin' Dem' Gamez.The drone returns, ADAM pleased with himself, and hooks up to the refinery system.
50BM Added to Pool. Current Pool. 82 BM
"So how goes the scanning Professor?" The AI system asks, "And before anyone else asks, no I am not giving this back. Not anytime soon anyway, I have a body that fits me for now and I'm keeping it, thank you Jacques for building it."
"Alright I'll see what's over there. Let's hope our communications are up to proper reaction time," ADAM disconnects his new body from the refinery having emptied the materials and flies out the airlock again.
On one of the computer screens appears ADAM's camera view, "Keep in mind this may be a bit behind as radio communication takes awhile to travel through space."
He pulls up to Spot Phi and begins to circle the asteroid, nothing so far, until a glint comes off of a smaller chunk floating, "Uh guys?"
Victoria's mind immediately filled with the mental equivalent of a red alert. Whenever anyone said anything in a tone like that, it was never good, and usually what happened afterwards involved running and/or people dying. "What did you find, Adam?"
“Not a promise, not an oath, or a malediction or a curse. Inevitable." - Taylor HebertAdam flew closer to it. It appeared to be... a ship. A large type, cargo class.
But there was something off about it, it had a more curved look than the boxy standards they had come to know, the thrusters seemed to be more streamlined and smaller, that and the fact that it held no signs of life and was currently impaled onto a asteroid chunk made of gold.
There were large holes punched through it. Facing inward, some words could be made out, "-LE Cargo Class."
"Just a dead ship guys, no signs of life," Adam noted solemly, "Seems old as well, beyond a ghost ship I don't think we have to worry about anything else, not for awhile."
"I would say that it would not be unlikely that it was a companion ship to us on our travels to Haven, but that design. It's not the standard we were using while fleeing our homeworld. It looks more advanced to be honest. So, good news, apparently humanity is still alive and kicking and apparently thriving. Bad news, it seems we haven't gotten any better at avoiding asteroids. ADAM, I think that's enough scouting for now, if you could get back to mining so that we could construct a proper transport to examine the wreck in person and probably salvage it as well."
Click Click Boom BoomVictoria starts idly humming a song her grandfather used to sing.
S.A.T.N.A.V. had spent the last few hours on minimal power while her system performed a few diagnostics and, once she rebooted, was not entirely happy to learn ADAM had taken to a knew 'body', "I suppose that drone fits ADAM's mental capacity... And at least he might leave our frames alone, eh Crashsat?" She commented as she approached the human survivors with a simulated sigh, "Sorry for my absence - I had to check that my core systems weren't compromised after the crash. Seeing how my... colleagues pulled up, I was a tad doubtful." The humanoid GPS added with good humor, noting that the senors had been significantly improved by the professor, "Anything I can do for anyone?"
“Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”"ADAM would have to fight me for it. Maybe I could trade up to controlling a the warship we're inevitablly going to build of course. Oh dear." Crashsat blinks. He then hooks himself to a charger and begins drinking sweet energy. "Heh heh heh, haaad a low battery there for a minute almost... CRASHED, but hye no I'm good now. So no to the warship Proton?"
Saint Laughter"Well, if worst comes to worst... Any of you ever heard of an old video game called Dead Space?"
“Not a promise, not an oath, or a malediction or a curse. Inevitable." - Taylor Hebert

"The crazybot has a point. Wouldn't want to end up on a planet with some weird kind of Dead Space-inducing microbe or suchlike."
“Not a promise, not an oath, or a malediction or a curse. Inevitable." - Taylor Hebert