Ep# 0.5 - From Bad to Worse (Open)
Jan 26, 2012 21:09:34 GMT -5
Post by draikade on Jan 26, 2012 21:09:34 GMT -5
The first thing to register in Draikades fragmented mind was the annoying siren that seemed to get increasingly louder with each passing klik. On activating his optical and peripheral sensors he saw red light flash over dark metal. Cursing at his throbbing cranium, he pull in his arms and pushed himself up off the slick floor. With some exasperation he noted said slick liquid to be from his own damaged chassis.
Slapping one wet hand onto the control panel in front of him, the maroon mech pulled himself up to see the cause for all the alarm.
“Zeta.. Report” His voice fluctuated, his vocal unit felt like it was on fire.
.:A.I. Unit shutdown_Entering planets orbit_Multiple Systems Failure_Shields at 0%_Hull integrity at 76% and dropping:.
Draikade groaned and rested his helm on the panel. "Frag" His stressed vocals could barely be heard over the roar of the alien atmosphere colliding with the the outside of the ship.
.:Command error_Repeat:.
Draikade pulled himself up on to his feet, his hands firmly gripping the edge of the panel to keep himself upright. With his momentary confusion passed he immediately started barking orders.
“Activate A.I.Unit Zeta, Deploy anti-grav flaps, use reserve energy to reactivate shields.’
To his left, a holo terminal flickered to life. A simple humanoid figure formed, all that could be seen of its hooded face was neon green optics.
“Greetings commander, I apologize for not being able to assist earlier.” The A. I.’s cheery demeanor and synthesized voice contrasted heavily with the dire situation. Draikade merely glared at it half-heartedly.
“Not now Zeta, I’m in no mood... I nee-” Draikade halted his ranting and jerked his head up at the sound of metal being ripped off the hull. ”Report!”
“Of course..” The small hologram gave a small bow and clasped its hands behind its back. “No shields, all our reserve energy has been depleted, flaps one and four have been lost. I pulled up the nose so the blunt of the force is on our carbon reinforced hull. We’re currently accelerating, but I’ve made it so we’re following an orbital path around the planet.”
“How long till we hit the ground?”
“About three and a half kliks to impact..”
“Best place to be when that happens?”
“The most protected room would actually be the closet in your quarters.. Sir.” The A.I. didn’t even seem worried as yet another piece of the ship was wrenched from the hull. The mech on the other hand had started to rapidly hit controls. Zeta watched the transformers movements with curiosity. “What are you doing?”
“Ensuring your survival.” He explained bluntly as he yanked out a data storage unit from the control panel.
“I didn’t feel a thing” It mused. Draikade either ignored or didn’t hear the A.I.’s last comment as he headed quickly to his quarters.
He struggled all the way to his quarters, which were positioned right around the center of the craft. With every lurch of the ship, the triplechanger slammed into a wall, then was pulled off to hit the opposite side.
Finally there, he clung to the door frame, readying to punch in his key code. He stopped when he noticed the door was already ajar. He cursed, slamming the door back into its place in the wall. Stumbling in, he headed towards the closet. In actuality it was more like an extension of the room, but Draikade had filled it to the ceiling over the years.
Ripping the smaller door open he froze.
On the pilot deck, the small flickering holo of Zeta continued to count down the seconds while simultaneously tracking his commanders whereabouts.
“Those g’thacking, pittspawn glitches!!!”
For .4 seconds the A.I. attempted to calculate the volume needed for the mechs outburst to reach the deck from the living quarters. Still hearing vulgar words of all languages flow in through the hallways, Zeta simply crossed his translucent arms in a huff. With a simple tilt of his hooded head, the whole ship rolled a few degrees right.
The sudden jerk forward caused the entire bulk that was Draikade to be tossed into the so called closest, effectively cutting off his tantrum.
Feeling a bit of what it assumed was satisfaction, the A.I. continued to keep the ship under control even as it continued its accelerating decent.
“I do apologize, Sir, for the sudden turbulence, but we are on a strict schedule and we’ll be arriving in approximately 27 seconds. ” Not even the high probability of destruction seemed to darken this A.I.’s mood.
The view screen in the command deck switched from damage reports to the fast approaching ground.
“Impact in 4...” Zetas voice echoed throughout the empty vessel
“3...” Another chunk of the hull tore off and flew far out into left field.
“2..” Still grumbling, Draikade forced himself up off the floor to his knees.
“1.” Everything within the entire craft jerked forward violently .
Draikades head met the wall, knocking him out a second time.
Slapping one wet hand onto the control panel in front of him, the maroon mech pulled himself up to see the cause for all the alarm.
“Zeta.. Report” His voice fluctuated, his vocal unit felt like it was on fire.
.:A.I. Unit shutdown_Entering planets orbit_Multiple Systems Failure_Shields at 0%_Hull integrity at 76% and dropping:.
Draikade groaned and rested his helm on the panel. "Frag" His stressed vocals could barely be heard over the roar of the alien atmosphere colliding with the the outside of the ship.
.:Command error_Repeat:.
Draikade pulled himself up on to his feet, his hands firmly gripping the edge of the panel to keep himself upright. With his momentary confusion passed he immediately started barking orders.
“Activate A.I.Unit Zeta, Deploy anti-grav flaps, use reserve energy to reactivate shields.’
To his left, a holo terminal flickered to life. A simple humanoid figure formed, all that could be seen of its hooded face was neon green optics.
“Greetings commander, I apologize for not being able to assist earlier.” The A. I.’s cheery demeanor and synthesized voice contrasted heavily with the dire situation. Draikade merely glared at it half-heartedly.
“Not now Zeta, I’m in no mood... I nee-” Draikade halted his ranting and jerked his head up at the sound of metal being ripped off the hull. ”Report!”
“Of course..” The small hologram gave a small bow and clasped its hands behind its back. “No shields, all our reserve energy has been depleted, flaps one and four have been lost. I pulled up the nose so the blunt of the force is on our carbon reinforced hull. We’re currently accelerating, but I’ve made it so we’re following an orbital path around the planet.”
“How long till we hit the ground?”
“About three and a half kliks to impact..”
“Best place to be when that happens?”
“The most protected room would actually be the closet in your quarters.. Sir.” The A.I. didn’t even seem worried as yet another piece of the ship was wrenched from the hull. The mech on the other hand had started to rapidly hit controls. Zeta watched the transformers movements with curiosity. “What are you doing?”
“Ensuring your survival.” He explained bluntly as he yanked out a data storage unit from the control panel.
“I didn’t feel a thing” It mused. Draikade either ignored or didn’t hear the A.I.’s last comment as he headed quickly to his quarters.
He struggled all the way to his quarters, which were positioned right around the center of the craft. With every lurch of the ship, the triplechanger slammed into a wall, then was pulled off to hit the opposite side.
Finally there, he clung to the door frame, readying to punch in his key code. He stopped when he noticed the door was already ajar. He cursed, slamming the door back into its place in the wall. Stumbling in, he headed towards the closet. In actuality it was more like an extension of the room, but Draikade had filled it to the ceiling over the years.
Ripping the smaller door open he froze.
On the pilot deck, the small flickering holo of Zeta continued to count down the seconds while simultaneously tracking his commanders whereabouts.
“Those g’thacking, pittspawn glitches!!!”
For .4 seconds the A.I. attempted to calculate the volume needed for the mechs outburst to reach the deck from the living quarters. Still hearing vulgar words of all languages flow in through the hallways, Zeta simply crossed his translucent arms in a huff. With a simple tilt of his hooded head, the whole ship rolled a few degrees right.
The sudden jerk forward caused the entire bulk that was Draikade to be tossed into the so called closest, effectively cutting off his tantrum.
Feeling a bit of what it assumed was satisfaction, the A.I. continued to keep the ship under control even as it continued its accelerating decent.
“I do apologize, Sir, for the sudden turbulence, but we are on a strict schedule and we’ll be arriving in approximately 27 seconds. ” Not even the high probability of destruction seemed to darken this A.I.’s mood.
The view screen in the command deck switched from damage reports to the fast approaching ground.
“Impact in 4...” Zetas voice echoed throughout the empty vessel
“3...” Another chunk of the hull tore off and flew far out into left field.
“2..” Still grumbling, Draikade forced himself up off the floor to his knees.
“1.” Everything within the entire craft jerked forward violently .
Draikades head met the wall, knocking him out a second time.