Chapter 8 NAME "Shit Happens" Part 2

=Vatel turns back to Dormii=

Vat- What was that?

(Dormii)
The name was Mali.

Vat- How do you.....?

(Dormii)
And it wasn't both of them, it was just him. He was taken over by Mali which then drove them apart as he went insane.

=Vatel stands there, wondering what the fuck just happened=

Vat- How do you know all this...?

(Dormii)
I wrote it.

Vat- Wait wait wait.... You? When did you go to Chi-Ceti IV? No UNSC have been stationed there for quite some time.

(Dormii)
I'm not UNSC. And it was.....a few months ago, I believe. I wrote it in a generator room.

=Vatel looks to Greave. Greave gets on his private comms=

Gre- Standy, Fortress. Possible issue on our hands.

Vat- You're what?

(Dormii)
Not UNSC.

Gre- That's affirmative, Fortress.

FF- Roger that, SHI 2.

=The Flying Fortress jumps to slipspace=

Vat- How so?

(Dormii)
I left after it turned on me.

Vat- How exactly did that happen?

(Dormii)
I was given orders to kill all Covenants species I came across and destroy their tech. I was on a ship when some peace ambassadors arrived. I killed them, and the crew of the ship tried to kill me, so I had to kill them. After that, I was labeled rogue.

=The UNSC Flying Fortress comes out of slipspace above the planet=

Gre- Just in time, FF.

Vat- Not yet, Greave.

=A few pelicans come down, full of Marines and ODSTs. They unload and head to SHI's position=

(Dormii)
=i facepalm, quite literally=
Seriously? Why do you always have to resort to violence? Why can't you ever just talk things through?

=Vatel also resists the urge to facepalm=

Vat- Greave, i said hold the fuck on for a second. I want to hear this out. Not everything can be resolved with guns, dickhead.

(Dormii)
=i cross my arms=
Call off the marines.

(R)"This planet is so peacefull."

Yeah.Well things are looking good out here have to give Zeru credit.

Sir we have just received reports or a UNSC space ship entering the vicinity of the planet. They have assumed offensive actions. Pelican have been scanned near your position and closing.

Thanks Tiberus. Innitiate plan delta.

Will do. Tiberus out.

(R)"What is going on sir."

Lets just say I will get to see your skills in action soon. Ready your AR.

=Torres and the Rookie head toward Dormii's location=

Dormii, we have an problem... as you have you already figured out.

(Dormii)
=to Torres=
Yeah, I have.

(Jason)
=While in the control room, I browsed through the inventory of Haven. Granted, it wasn't the whole inventory, or I'd be there for years. I was looking under weapons, and trying to decide which weapons would be good to let either the security teams or the as of yet approved military use of. Truth be told, there were a lot weapons, which came as a surprise to me. There were pistols and rifles and snipers. Oh my=

zeru wrote:

=Elyon sends a message back, asking who sent the message=

=The automated return message states that the ships is Matt Collins and requesting dock in the Trophaeum.=

(Jason)
=While I read the list, I heard the sound of Silver behind me=
Hey Silver, didn't see you there.

(Silver Light)
Greetings Inheritor. I see you are looking through the weapons inventory. May I ask why?

(Jason)
I'm trying to find some type of class system for the weapons. I'm planning to let the Council form a military, but I have no intention on giving them weapons that could make us the potential dictators of the galaxy.

"This is Elyon. You are cleared to dock on the Tropheum"

(Silver Light)
I see. So you are trying to find weapons that are of a low enough rank that this as of yet formed military, once armed with them, while still maintaining the potential to be a threat, can still be handled by the rest of the galactic community?

(Jason)
=I gave Silver a direct look=
Basically.

I sit there, waiting for something to fucking happen.

(Silver Light)
Well, I may have some suggestions for you, if you'd like to hear them.

(Jason)
Sure. The more help I have on this, the better.

=so, for the next half hour, Silver gave me a list of weapons that fit into the category I had described for him. There were over 100 different types, and some of them were more like heavy weapons. I had to sort through the list again, and by the time I was done, half of the weapons on the list were deemed acceptable for the military to use; they were not powerful enough to make us gods, but neither were they weak enough to make us pushovers=

*Alrighty then.*

The ship flys into the hanger bay.

=lands in the hanger bay. Opens doors of the ship.=

*Uhhhhh....should Collins go out there....*

(Dormii)
=i run out of patience=
Call off those troopers, or I will. And when I do, there tends to be some crashing involved.

=None of them hear Dormii=

Vat- I said STAND DOWN! i want to hear what he has to say!

Gre- He is a ROUGUE SPARTAN! ONI has to take him in for Retraining!

Cor- He has a point, Greave. Let us hear what the Spartan has to say on the matter.

=Vatel turns to the marines=

Vat- I swear if one of you fires a shot, i will break you neck! Get back to your pelicans until ordered otherwise! Understood!?

Marines- Sir, yes sir!

=The marines start heading back towards their pelicans=

=Vatel turns back to Greave=

Vat- Perhaps it is you who needs the head pulled out of the ass. We're here for the same reason they are. To establish a new port from which goods can reach further out colonies.

=Vatel turns back to Dormii=

(Dormii)
Very, good move.

Vat- Ironic that our Medic should be the one so bent on aggressive negotiations. Guns aside, im sure we can make some kind of deal here. No doubt you've heard about the UNSCs recent defeats on all fronts, correct?

(Dormii)
Yes, some of them being against us.

Vat- Indeed. As such, the UNSC as a whole has no will to be getting into fights that are not necessary for the survival of the human species. So i propose that we coexist in peace and,

=He turns slightly to Greave, and emphasizes the words in a somewhat angry tone=

Do our very best to get along.

=Greave grumbles to himself=

Cor- Dont be such a child, Greave.

(Dormii)
That's what I've wanted from the beginning. And, as Torres just said, what are the terms?

Vat- The terms simply being that we be able to negotiate and trade with one another without trying to claw eachothers eyes out.

(Miranda)
=Molly and I were back on the ship, watching old t.v.=

=Cort glares at Greave=

Vat- Completely.

=They begin heading back to their area. They order the marines back up to the Flying Fortress, which sends a comm out to three other UNSC ships. They jump in soon after, and begin construction=

Lets go you two.

(R)"Ok."

=Dormii nods and follows Torres to a place where they can rest in the camp=

(Jason)
=Once the list was done, I had Silver get to work on gathering all the weapons. I wasn't going to distribute them just yet, but I felt that it would be better to save time, and gather them all in one spot, instead of simply rushing around, trying to find them all. Anyway, while Silver handled that, I left for my ship to relax=

=Cort pilots the Red Cloud over to an open patch of grass and lands it. Vatel and Greave head inside and they all go off to sleep, as construction continues outside on both sides=

Dragon wrote:

*Uhhhhh....should Collins go out there....*

"That's a good question...theres no one on the ship... to my knowledge. All the civilians are on Olympus, and no one is on the ship. Unless you count AI. No offense, if you took any."

The Doctor sighs deeply, contemplating, and preparing psychologically for the potential maelstrom that could be aroused from the sight of a Dragon...

(I wander up to the address on the card)

I hope I haven't made a big mistake

(I stare at the doors)

Well....no turning back now

(I head inside)

(I meet the man)

Man: So, you need an A.I., yes?

@Man Yes I do. You're a mindreader.

Man: You're here, so that means you need an A.I. Doesn't take a genius to figure that out.

@Man True enough. So, what can you offer me?

Man: What are you looking for?

@Man I need an A.I. that can run a ship, help with data retreval, help me in my armor, and keep me from killing myself. Got one that can do that?

Man: (strokes chin) Hmmmm... (Snaps fingers) I think I know just the A.I. that qualifies for allthat you specified. (he gestures) Follow me.

(I follow him)

This should be interesting...

(Dormii)
=i woke up in a small tent like structure, which I remember walking into, but not falling asleep in. I didn't sleep well, I dreamt of Jay/Shelby. She was running from something I couldn't see, and I couldn't move to go help. I was behind a wall or something. Anyway, I got up and went over to what I guessed would be the kitchen, and splashed some water on my face=