"Lissa Co-pilot and second in command during emergency protocol. I'm glad to see we have at least one working droid... and an Armiistaan. We could use that strength. Have you contact with anyone else?"
"I am Chesh Ier'kat, engineer... Wait... did you say 'pilot?!" Chesh advanced angrily at the two, cursing in Armiistaan. "Lo'ata kluuns! How did you let this happen?! Your job, your ONLY coy't job, was to keep the aac'ris'd ship flying!" Furious, she picked both pilots up by the throat and roared like a wild beast.
"Yes, I have." Janet said, looking over to Walter on the sand dune. "A synthetic to be exact. Over there. Exo code: 23-1-12-20-5-18. Self designation: 'Walter'." She turned back to see Cesh holding up the two. "Oh... This is quite the complication..."
"Well, As I said I was off sick due to being poisoned by incompetent human chef's with no idea of Garinian biology. While Lissa here had to deal with an unknown hostile with access to advanced proton weaponry. So they probably weren't pirates." His voice was commanding and serious. He was certainly annoyed at Chesh's behaviour
Walter shut down the coms link and began to slide down the enormous dune, propelling him to speeds easily over 100 miles per hour. Once he made it down, he only needed to walk a short distance between him and the fight that had just suddenly broken out. By the time he began to walk up towards the group, the Armiistaan was holding two pilot's by the throat. "Perhaps they are questioning why you are threatening them with their lives, instead of simply working together to survive the environment around us." Walter said in a clear voice. "Whoever attacked us likely crash-landed on the planet as well, so you can retain your revenge later. If the hostiles are still alive. The Garinian appears to be telling the truth, his confidence levels are higher then before so he's pretty sure of himself." "My name is Walter, Butler to what used to be our starship and Engineer. I'm also trained in medical, earth science and piloting. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." The Exo then bowed down respectfully at Janet and the other races standing before him.
Janet's rested a metallic hand on Chesh's shoulder, trying to calm her down. "We need all the help can get right now. Hurting them isn't the wisest of things considering our situation." She turned her head to see Walter. "Oh, good. You're here."
Chesh set the pilots back down, and snarled. She was familiar with 'advanced' proton weapons. As a child on Armiista, she'd had several of them in her toy box. "Wonderful. Brought down by outdated weaponry and a pilot with a bellyache." She sighed, and spoke under her breath. "I never should have taken this job. Three more months, and I could have gone home."
Lissa coughed loudly and grumbled. "Not my fault they hit our engines... Let her live for now... hiiissss..." She stood up and returned to her normal voice. "Eh-hem... So... We have a large survivor party now, don't we?"
Chesh suddenly smiled, completely forgetting about her earlier anger. "I am glad to see that I wasn't the only survivor, but I wouldn't exactly call three of us a 'large party.'" She looked thoughtful for a moment, and her eyes widened with surprise. "Wait... were you referring to the 'bots? You can't call something a survivor if it wasn't alive to begin with!"
Lissa stared blankly at Chesh. "Considering a fair few of our other machines did not last the crash. I will still call them survivors... Speaking of robots, I found a data chip back where your suit exploded. I gave it to the commmander." She looked at him. She suddenly looked back to where she had found the other survivor she had left behind. "Oh my..."
"Data chip?!" Chesh immediately rushed towards Eravan and, showing absolutely no regard for his personal space or property, began going through his pockets. In less than a minute, she found what she was looking for. "Hello again, you beautiful little masterpiece! I though I'd lost you!" Hugging it as a small child would hug a plush toy, Chesh explained the significance of the chip. "This chip... this wonderful, beautiful chip... is Armiistaan technology. It holds... everything. The designs for my suit, plans for dozens of weapons, and, perhaps most important to our situation right now, the complete flight data of the ship. Once we find a place to plug it in, we'll know exactly what went wrong, and where exactly we are."
Janet stood by silently, observing the group of organics. I guess I'm not really alive to her... So be it. Another fault of another organic. I think, therefore I am. She recorded the chip Chesh's was cradling. She seems quite fond of it. Further analysis maybe required.
Kimlasca mumbled something, then suddenly got a stone and a 'large' leaf and made a map from where she was and where she was at exactly, scribbling black on parts of the leaf she hasn't seen before "I perfer using paper and pen but this map looks good enough." she thought and sighed, "Hopefully theres no sand or mud here." she mumbled sitting down glaring at the sky. Analysing the clouds movements to predict the weather.
Janet rolled over Chesh, trying not to seem imposing or needy. "Excuse, miss, do I mind if I try to analyze it. I have have built in data reader and it does accept most used formats."
Chesh sighed and handed the chip to to droid. "The access code for the ship's data is pi to the tenth decimal. I assume you can translate Runic Armiistaan?" It pained her to see her life's work in the cold metal hands of a synthetic, but she knew that the droid was their best chance to get off the planet. "Let me warn you, though. Don't try to access any other files. There are certain... firewalls... built in to prevent hacking."
"I've been programmed to understand millions of languages, Runic Armiistaan is one of them." Janet careful placed the chip in her right and turned her left wrist up. "What files should I be looking up then?" A small slot just big enough for chip to fit opens up in her arm. She slowly gently pushed it with small click. "And one last thing, tenth decimal rounded or?"
Chesh sighed. "The file is labeled 'Mission Logs, Current.' The code is three-one-four-one-five-nine-two-six-five-three-five. It will give you basic access to the information on the chip." She looked at the droid, deadly serious. "Remember. Do not try to access restricted data. Armiistaan security measures are slightly more... permanent... than you are used to."
Janet nodded as she accessed the clip. External hardware detected, scanning... Access to hardware requires password. 3-1-4-1-5-9-2-6-7-5. Password accepted, scanning for 'Mission Logs, Current'... As she scanned, she crossed her arms, her eyes dimming a little. "So, not that I tripped any firewalls or anything, but would happen if one were to be... tripped?" Files found. Copying to secondary memory bank... File copied. Accessing...
"Approximately fifty nanoscopic robots would be activated, and begin consuming all organic and inorganic matter that was not recognized as Armiistaan in origin. The nanobots are self replicating, and would use the material to create more of themselves, rapidly becoming an inescapable cloud of destruction. After approximately forty-eight hours, if a deactivation signal is not received, the nanobot cloud would detonate with the force of a fission bomb. Nothing within a hundred kilometers would survive." Chesh laughed. "There is a good reason that we don't share our technology with lesser species. Armiistaans play for keeps."
"The most dangerous technology can be, is only to those who have created it. Ancient Martian proverb." Lissa said. "Technology is the advance where the species has failed. Ancient Scaarb proverb." She smirked slightly. "The greatest computer is the mind. Human saying. What I'm saying is your species is often too dependent on technology. Similar to modern humans."
