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| QuantumTroll Street Fighter/Space Station 1/22/2009 5:41:04 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 181 | RE: Space Station F.R.E.Y.A. Freya replied, "Until a trader comes with something different, the breakfast menu is the same as yesterday's dinner menu. Canned ham, canned peas, canned carrots, powdered milk, powdered eggs, powdered butter, flour, sugar, a handful of seasonings." After breakfast, the Freya-bot stood up and handed the data tablet to Jara, who noticed that the disconcerting stick-figure shape of the torso was gone. Instead, the jumpsuit was filled out with the expected human figure. "So," said Freya, "ready to talk business? The samples were great, and I've looked over your datasheets. Mostly I'm interested in small lots of rare earth elements and larger lots of aluminium, but first let's discuss payment. My tape accounts are admittedly not stellar, so I'm willing to barter services like small-volume manufacturing and technical analysis. Is that something that you might be interested in?" |
| Jara Green freelance fighter pilot 1/22/2009 10:02:08 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 60 | RE: Space Station F.R.E.Y.A. Breakfast was uninteresting, and she was perfectly fine with that. She pretended not to have noticed anything wrong with the first version of the android shell, so she continued to ignore the fact that nothing was wrong with it now. She nodded at the list of metals, that wouldn't be too difficult for the miners, of course Freya wasn't likely to become an exclusive contract, they would continue their standard mining with an 'eye out' for aluminum especially. She bit her lip thinking over the bartering offer. "They would probably go for that. You could probably save them some extraneous trips for repair parts, and materials for additions to the colony. But they will need base numbers of the prices of their wares in either case. I will advise them of the barter offer, and the quality of your work." With a smile she reached over and activated a secondary program on the datapad, which opened a box underneath each material and listed price for Freya's counter offer and ratios. Apparently haggling was expected and prepared for so it could be done digitally without any unnecessary verbal banter. "They will however want to know also how often you will want deliveries, the longer you wait the more ships they have to use, and they can only stockpile so much before storage fills up, a maximum of two months, but given your docking potential... I'd suggest less." "They will also need to know where you are to get to you, so you can either send a communique or set prearranged coordinates on each visit, depending on how you like. Maybe we can arrange for some food supplies as well, but you're likely to need a specific list. We are very independent, we had no patron company, so we've learned where to collect any supplies we need, and to protect ourselves from pirates and the like, so any particular needs you have they can likely make or find." Her home pretty much was Belladonna now, but sometimes she slipped into identifying with her original community. |
| QuantumTroll Street Fighter/Space Station 1/23/2009 8:41:30 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 181 | RE: Space Station F.R.E.Y.A. It seemed that both parties agreed on the basics very easily, and all that needed to be hammered out were the details and the actual rates. That in itself took some time, as both Jara enjoyed the game of haggling and dealing and Freya was a being with endless patience. Also, Freya's internal tally showed that she was winning on nearly every deal, meaning she had no reason to quit. Whether or not that was fair to Jara and her more limited human mind (capable, for instance, only of keeping up to 9 items in mind at once) was a question she consciously avoided. Business was business and business with humans (except those strange "mentat" types) was good. The final agreement was by all means not a bad one for the colony. They would receive repairs and equipment at a discount according to availability and need. Freya would take a small amount of nearly everything they produced, and the difference would be made up in cash on pretty fair terms. Her precise location, trucking along somewhere up above the ecliptic plane of the Blizzard system, would be kept semi-secret like it was now. |
| Jara Green freelance fighter pilot 1/23/2009 10:06:01 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 60 | RE: Space Station F.R.E.Y.A. Jara nodded by the end of it, she'd expected to get haggled but Freya was tough, and she always seemed to sneak in details Jara had forgotten about. By and large the numbers were better than the greasy contractors they usually dealt with, and Jara would get a fair paycheck. Well better than fair, she felt she'd gotten a friend, a real friend, not just someone trustworthy to fly with. "I'll see if I can escort them on occasion, so I can say hi, and maybe we'll come up with more for Belladonna. If you have any requests for non metals in the first delivery just note it down. Foods, decorations, specialties and such. I can give you a few tips to make the environment here more, human eye friendly, but I know someone better who could come along on the deliveries if you'd like." The emphasis on decorations, followed up with the offer both were tinged with concern for Freya's business, and there was no suggestion of compensation for the service. She paused for a second, thinking. "Do you make your own ammunition? Well, I guess if you never use it you don't have to make it or get it. We import all of ours, but we get pirate incursions sometimes, asteroids are full of hiding places, and some of the things they mine are worth a fair bit..." |
| QuantumTroll Street Fighter/Space Station 1/24/2009 6:14:27 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 181 | RE: Space Station F.R.E.Y.A. Freya looked around at the bare walls of the station. "Decorations? I can put up some intricate geometrical shapes, but I never quite understood the point. Perhaps human advice would be useful, so I would love to meet your friend. Do you think it would actually bring more business?" While she spoke, some non-perishable food items appeared on the list. "Uh, maybe you should pick out some food as well. I don't actually have a palate. At least not for food..." When Jara brought up ammunition, a quiet background process hopped forward and reported. Freya lowered her voice and said, "I don't actually have any real weapons. If someone were to attack, I'm not sure what I would do. There's a fission engine that I could try to blast stuff with and I could send out my robots, but there is no way that would help against veteran pirates. Is there any way you could help me get in touch with an arms dealer I can trust?" Freya continued explaining her situation. Producing ammunition was a matter of having the right raw materials. She could easily build railguns, but lacked the depleted uranium required to make effective projectiles - tests showed that her own flimsy armor deflected everything she could produce herself. Missiles were probably her best bet for home-made weaponry but tended to be shot down unless released in swarms, with prohibitive costs. She had heard of ion cannons, but had no clue about how a beam of ions could possibly be an effective weapon. In short, she needed an arms dealer to help her, but any arms dealer she explained her problems to would have an easy time ripping her off or worse. |
| Kapitein Piet (Ethical) Space Pirate 1/24/2009 1:35:47 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 60 | RE: Space Station F.R.E.Y.A. (Character is Approved!) PING Freya's sensor systems went berzerk; the massive E.M. wave signaled a ship leaving hyperspace. Within microseconds, the data entered the signal processing banks, additional sensors turned on, tiny actuators swiveled parabolic receivers to point at the source, and Freya's Executive Function input interface received a message with a callback function to the relevant sensory module. On board the Calamitous...: An unconscious Kapitein Piet flew from the rear wall of the control room and crashed into a panel. The shock of the collision woke him up. Explosions. The fire. Pirates with beam weapons. Ejecting cargo. Waving farewell to my crewmates. Lifeboat drifting into space. Missiles closing in. Hyperdrive charging up. Blackness... why am I still alive? Looking around, he saw nothing that made any normal sense. Smoke billowed in all directions. The little light he could see came from warning indicators; even the emergency lights had failed. Debris of all kinds bounced around randomly - paper, bits of shrapnel, chairs, charts, notebooks, pens, cups of coffee, rolls of duct tape, shoes, a belt - a whole life's worth of memories. The warning indicators appeared above him. That means I'm upside-down... he thought to himself, as he pushed off a wall to right himself. I was hoping that coming out of hyperspace would finish the process, but this "going down with the ship" stink will be mighty painful if I'm totally conscious. He navigated down to the desk drawer where he hoped he'd find an unbroken flask of whiskey. Amazingly, he was successful. Kapitein looked out the window as he took a swig, and promptly sprayed whiskey at it. He wiped it off, and looked again. Something weird hovered two clicks in front of the bow. A space station? His head swam from the fumes of burning control system, and his vision blurred. Kapitein blinked to clear his vision. 1500 meters. It was weird, and they were closing in fast! |
| Jara Green freelance fighter pilot 1/24/2009 8:06:04 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 60 | RE: Space Station F.R.E.Y.A. Oblivious to the chaos outside she nodded yes to each of Freya's questions. She laughed a little at the thought of trusting an arms dealer. "I don't know that a 'trustworthy' arms dealer exists, but we have turrets of our own, so I could have one of our experts come and make suggestions. That way you can place your order through us, and no one will know the difference. We've had enough skirmishes with pirates, our people are capable, and have no reason to mean you any harm. Ion cannons are good for anything without a shield. I don't know how they work specifically, but they are my Belladonna's main weapon." She nodded in satisfaction at her solution to the problem. Freya would be a good business partner, and Grayson's people would treat her well. |
| QuantumTroll Street Fighter/Space Station 1/25/2009 5:53:05 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 181 | RE: Space Station F.R.E.Y.A. The blast of energy from hyperspace dazzled Freya and tripped the circuit breakers in her external sensors. An instant later she started paging the natural language process to disk. In the freed memory, a slew of other programs came it its place. Essentially, this was Freya's fight-or-flight response, also known as all hands to battle stations. Freya's voice - now a robotic staccato - came over the loudspeakers, "Jara, a large ship just hyperspaced into range and is closing fast. Probably hostile. I recommend you go to your ship." At the same time, Freya sent out a radio call, "Hail, unknown vessel. This is space station FREYA. Identify yourself or you will be considered hostile." Massive reserves of metal moved in the station's bulbous nose, shifting the center of mass. At the same time, all the engines fired at maximum thrust, pushing the ponderous bulk of the station into a wide turn. As evasive maneuvers go it wasn't much, but it had the side benefit of allowing Freya to aim more advanced sensors at the inbound vessel. What she saw was not pretty. The ship was a MC-41B Nexus in terrible shape. Smoky air poured out at a rate that indicated dangerously low pressure. The hull was radiation-scarred from beam weapons in some places and was blown away everywhere else. It seemed a minor miracle that it had held together through hyperspace. Freya came on the loudspeaker again as Jara reached her ship. Robotically, she said, "False alarm. The ship is very damaged and cannot support life for long. Go help them. I will have two robots hitch a ride on Belladonna to help. Note that it is possible that the ones who attacked this vessel will follow it here." Changing course to match speeds instead of evade, she stopped loading battle routines into some of her robots and replaced the ordinary programming. This wreckage would make for awesome salvage. Freya's radio sender powered up again, this time with the message, "Apologies, we did not recognize your distress. Help is on the way." |
| Kapitein Piet (Ethical) Space Pirate 1/26/2009 1:22:16 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 60 | RE: Space Station F.R.E.Y.A. The space construction (station?) appeared to move to avoid colliding with the Calamitous. Fortunate, but still very strange. "Crzzzt... POP! tshhh unknown vessel tshhhhhhhhh considered hostilefffffffft" came in through the loudspeakers. "Ach, wat nou! What's yer frakkin' deal???" Kapitein Piet spat out as he started donning his spacesuit and checking the cartridges in his revolver. Five of the six were unfired. "tshhhhhhhhh distress ... POP! Tffffff is on the way click!" "Pah, donderop!" he said to himself. He was very unsure what exactly the space station personnel had said, but it sounded bad. Looking sadly at the floating pieces of the radio transmitter lazily traversing the smoky cockpit, he chuckled at the odds that the receiver still worked well enough to give him fair warning of the incoming bandits. All is not lost when fortune smile shines even through the darkest of nights! |
| Jara Green freelance fighter pilot 1/26/2009 6:14:22 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 60 | RE: Space Station F.R.E.Y.A. She paused, concerned when the shell Freya was using froze lifelessly. At Freya's warning she sprinted to her ship, getting her hair inside the suit and then fastening her helmet as she went. Well, she sprinted as well as she could in this gravity, it looked even more awkward than her walk. She skidded, and hopped to a stop after Freya said false alarm, but as the message continued she squeezed through the airlock in a hurry, and hit the button to close it behind her. She Jumped into and closed the cockpit, and began powering up all systems, engines first, weapons last. She released the dock which rapidly depressurized the airlock and pushed Belladonna a little away from Freya. By then her engines were green, and she checked her wings for Freya's Bots. Seeing them both there she maneuvered her nose to the dying ship and gunned the engines. "Nice and gentle Bella, this is a rescue op." She reversed thrust as she got close and slid into a matching course and speed. She slowly drifted closer but all the smoke interfered with her vision and she had to flip Belladonna around. "Okay Freya I'm going to get closer, let me know when your bots can get a hold on something sturdy. We need to get this thing to an airlock quick if there's anyone left to save on here." She hadn't taken the comms off of the general frequencies, but she supposed it didn't matter. |
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