*Having decided to leave the immediate area to let everyone organize for this mission, CalPal is suddenly blasted in the face by a fowl smell. He puts his helmet on to cover the stench then begins to head to the med-bay, where he sees the prisoner he brought in weeks ago.*
"Holy fucking shit, that guy reeks... that must be a fucking miracle for him to be out of - wherever the hell Cam put him." While I assume that this might be standard practice for many para-military or military organizations such as ourselves, I still get the distinct feeling that he must've suffered more so because we're the 12th.
*CalPal simply proceeds to turn away and continue on towards elsewhere in the base.*
Cam reads the memo in his heads up display, then quickly composes a relpy;
Memo Eyes Only WO-3 Dust Marcellus 12th Armored Calvary Regiment
TO: WO-3 MARCELLUS FROM: WO-4 BOSE RE; PRISONER STATUS
Noted. Do with the prisoner as you see fit. I've no further use for him. I do not regret letting him leave my... ah, capable hands. You're free to treat his condition and offer him to volunteer for your experiments.
Your work is much appreciated. I trust that you'll share a shot with me, Dust.
Cam sends the memo, then places an order for a one fifth bottle of the Free Trader's finest brandy to be shipped to the old man.
*While considering the fresh prisoner in the wing, check up on the three others. The Bishop remains in his life capsule as his body is reconstructed. Status check reveals 62% complete. The Priestess remains uninvolved having retreated into some inner world; barely subsisting on the automatically delivered food and water. The Cleric remains stoic but the record indicated that he had undergone a seven day hunger strike before realizing that the automatics didn't care whether he ate his food or flushed it down the john.*
*An examination of the interrogation/sensor longs reveals that the subliminal cues are useless on the Priestess, probably due to the high level of automation/cybernetic replacement in her body. The Cleric has unwittingly surrendered significant historical data on the Church but considering the upheaval that it had undergone, the information is next to useless. The Bishop's intelligence readout is clearly twisted due to the extra mind in his brain.*
*Consider the termination of the Bishop but reject it as immaterial to the war at hand and the Priestess and Cleric the same. Continue their status as pending.*
Asgard Skylift Service Ship *Approaches Sigma Outpost from the South-West.*
<This is Warrant Officer Marcellus; I'm responding to the alert. Continue routine duties unless otherwise advised.>
*Respond to C&C and check the read out on the cause of the change in alert status.*
Asgard Skylift Service Ship <This is Asgard Skylift Service Ship Alpha Three; we have been radar scanned and are declaring ourselves a non-threat. We are transitioning items from New Domino to a drilling operation at the Skrim Forest, North-West of your location. Stand by for authorization codes from Asgard Air/Spaceport Control.>
<Data codes are transmitted>
(The codes authorize transitions from New Domino to a petroleum drilling site. The routine flight path runs just within the outer boundary of Sigma Outpost's airspace.)
*Check on the codes and verify that the operation is legitimate.*
<I have entered you into our databank. You are cleared for transit near our base. You are not cleared for transit over our base. Failure to comply with that will result in your craft being fired upon. In future, please transmit your authorization code prior to radar scan. Acknowledge.>
<Acknowledged. We have your radar parameters registered and will pass the word on to our other ships. Sorry for the inconvenience. Out.>
*Remain in C&C to monitor the transit then put the base back on Green Status.*
"True, being alive certainly is -" Fucking outstanding, isn't it? "Wait, no, I didn't mean it like that." Heh, whatever, I know I'm dead and it doesn't bother me. I just like to watch you squirm uncomfortably over this conversation, because that's surprisingly entertaining. "God damn you, Alex..." I love you, too.
Our relationship is complicated. "That would be a massive understatement... but yeah, I don't even know what to say about Alex always being in my head. I think it's just gotten to the point where it almost feels natural and you don't even bother thinking about it." Until I start pissing you off. "Yeah, that... but if you don't mind me asking, what was your brother like?"
*After spending some serious time in the Electronics' Lab, take a Free Trader type AI Module to the Prison Wing of the base along with some basic hook ups and a program data stick.*
Church of the Broken God – Bishop Tiberius "About time I received a visit; how is the Galactic Soccer Federation shaping up."
*Begin to hook up the equipment to Bishop Tiberius and then to the AI module.* "They've gone into receivership due to a lack of ratings on Halo-SPN. What did you think to gain by infusing a rampant AI into your head?"
Church of the Broken God – Bishop Tiberius "Who says I have a rampant AI in me?"
*Complete the hook up and check the AI module.* "Needless to say, I need that rampant AI; so I'm going to collect it. Your body is at almost three quarters finished. With the AI removed and your body whole, I'm sending you off to Reach where you can re-incorporated yourself back into the Church or start your own Church or just resume a civilian life."
Church of the Broken God – Bishop Tiberius "I have no choice in this."
"None." *Insert the data stick and activate the programming.* "This is not going to be pleasant. It is set up on a rising scale of anxiety inducing sequences and it will take several days to run." *Consider for a moment.* "Well, you do have one. You can become an AI by leaving your body and escaping into the module. I don't believe that it is possible with this program as the usual conversion program involves mapping and destroying of the physical brain itself as one's personality is completely wedded to the physical shell and braking that bond is near impossible."
Church of the Broken God – Bishop Tiberius "I may surprise you."