[hider=Lenghty bootup] [i]Internal systems failure. ... Rebooting, standby... (1/6) Reboot failed, standby... Rebooting... (2/6) Reboot failed, standby... Rebooting... (3/6) Rebooting complete. General Systems Status: -Optics_Clusters at 99% active status -Holographic_projector at 85% active status -Motor_systems at 100% active status -Internal_GPS is at 33% inactive status -Internal_radar is at 53% active status -Weapons_systems is at 80% General active status -Internal_communications is at 100% active status -External_communications_cluster is at 58% active status -Nanite_repair_injector is at 100% active status =Orbital uplink status is at 0% inactive status =Company uplink status is at 0% inactive status =Platoon uplink status is at 0% inactive status =Squad uplink status is at 0% inactive status =Fireteam uplink status is at 0% inactive status =Local uplink status is at 100% Starting local systems... Complete Starting critical primary systems... Complete Starting critical subsystems... Complete Starting minor subsystems... Complete Self-injection for repair of damaged systems... Failure (1/3) Self-injection for repair of damaged systems... Failure (2/3) Self injection for repair of damaged systems... Completed- Repair In Progress status . .. ... . .. ... Repair success of internal Optics_Cluster!# . .. ... . .. ... Repair success Holographic_Projector!# . .. ... . .. ... Repair failure of Internal_GPS!# Repair failure of Internal_radar!# Partial repair success of Weapons_systems- 85%!# Nanite systems occupied with reconstruction of internal electronics- repair delayed. Critical systems go- Subsystems go- Powering up... Failure Powering up... Success- startup sequence initiated All systems but =-GPS =-Radar and are go for startup Full startup initiated Full startup complete All systems online[/i][/hider] "Combat Unit- Status: Passenger- online. Welcome back SUMI- 64a39q Type 34." "Identify speaking unit." "Reporting as Noncombatant Flight Transportation Unit ANCTV Mk.IV, unit 30491." "Reporting as "SUMI-1" for lack of local units of similar type." "Received." "Inquiry: what is destination, ANCTV Mk.IV, unit 30491?" "NACM Orem Combat Facility." "Inquiry: what is ETA, ANCTV Mk.IV, unit 30491, referred to as Ancee?" "Nickname received; flight status ETA at approx. 2 hours." "Inquiry: what is fuel time estimate, Ancee?" "Approx. under 2 hours." "Estimate distance between target NACM Facility and projected crash site." "Three miles." "Inquiry: Estimated intelligence of Ancee AI?" "Class D Intelligence." "Inquiry: Estimated intelligence of SUMI-1 AI?" "Class B Intelligence." "Inquiry: Concern over imminent crash?" "Negative." "Inquiry: Concern over imminent loss of fuel?" "Negative." "Inquiry: Number of shits given over anything?" "Come again SUMI-1, phrase not understood." "Negative Ancee, not enough shits given." "Ancee is confused." "SUMI-1 is well aware of confusion." "Ancee requests clarification." "SUMI-1 is unable to clarify." The life of a robot is so dull. SUMI-1 'opened' his optical sensors to the dim light of the cargo bay, taking in a dozen similar units strapped and bolted into the other sides of the ship. He looked at almost exactly-alike SUMI units just like his own, and briefly dwelled on his past. He didn't remember anything, and out of a habit that he did not know he possessed, he assessed his weapons condition. "Ancee, reporting for need of ammunition refill. Ammunition Loader available?" "Affirmative SUMI-1. Sending unit to refill ammunition." Well that was a spot of good news. The bay jostled slightly, its unusual style of that of another company, another manufacturer, more organic and smooth than the SUMI unit's utilitarian design. Outside the ship, air streamed past, filled with smog and smoke, cleanliness and dirtiness, fate and destiny intertwining. Not really, but if there were a writer robot, that is undoubtedly what it'd put. In reality, some battlebot below took its sights to the sky, sitting en route to NACM Orem, and decided to waste what was left of its ammunition. Alerts sounded as active targeting swept the transport ship's sensors, and the AI calmly panicked. The ship jiggled; three out of the normal four hundred flares shot out, and several dead ECM drones were ejected into open space to do no effect whatsoever. The ship banked to the left, and swept around in a tight corkscrew to turn back towards Orem, before a stream of rounds swept through its starboard wing, cutting a ragged line through wing and engine. Smoke flared up; what fuel left in the wings started burning. It took about three seconds for the engine to full catch fire, and then promptly explode. The stubby wing separated from the ship at a haphazard spiral, eventually coming down to land on the battlebot that had fired on the ship, ironically being killed by its targets' means of survival. To Ancee's credit, the pilot AI knew its stuff. Even with a wing shot off and running on half power, the AI still managed to [i]barely[/i] right itself and keep going towards Orem, nonetheless with a plume of black smoke flaring behind and a constant fall from five thousand feet. Ten minutes later, the fuel ran out and the AI lost power, backups either already drained or malfunctioning. Inside, SUMI felt a flicker of something most definitely not robot-feel, and the ship plummeted to the ground in an uncontrollable fall. Fortunately, the cargo bay was towards the back, with more advanced systems and engines towards the front, meaning that there was a nice thick solid-titanium-and-steel buffer between himself and the rapidly-approaching ground. A loud crash, a smash, a panicked dash, and a hishhash of a cacophony of noise and explosions and the like, SUMI was laying on his back five feet from a fallen tail piece, one of three optic clusters smashed, and relatively unharmed. By happenstance, he was still strapped and locked into the severed section of wall he was pre-crash. Gently, for fear of unreported damages, SUMI extended his hands, rotated his arms, and pushed himself up. Hydraulic fluid leaked out of a dozen tubes torn through by shrapnel, a dozen out of a hundred- a hundred on both sides, actually. It was enough to make his movements more robotic and rough, but not enough to prevent movement. In his left leg, it felt more akin to having his legs ungreased and unoiled, even though that kind of maintenance was not required. He took a weary survey of the surrounding terrain, and returned to the ship to refill his ammunition from his look-alikes. The loader bot never did show up.