And let there be light!

At least, Sevyn hoped that the lights coming on were her doing and not because of some emergency power that was reactivated automatically. Nevertheless, the lights gave her some hope that she was doing [i]something[/i] right with the console, despite the blasted code changing and rewriting itself over and over again as she tried to get the code to resemble anything that would be close to normal.

Her efforts were not helped when Hundred flew violently into the corridor (though it seemed she had done a swell job locking the open door back up; better than that other one was doing anyway with his pushing and grunting), did some fancy doothing with her Dust, then rudely stomping loudly toward the obviously working Syndarin. On top of that, she had the audacity to shove her dirty mug into Sevyn's faceplate. Honestly the woman had no manners. Did she not know how long Sevyn was going to have to spend cleaning her faceplate? Okay well admittedly not long - in fact it was already clean - but still. Manners.

It only got more annoying once the Giygan began speaking.

"I'm sorry, princess," Sevyn replied in mock apology in a tone reserved for infants and the mentally retarded. "I didn't know the wittle clone was scared of a few big bad drones. I'm sorry for not being able to hold your hand the entire time, but I promise the next time when we go out on a space adventure where I have to choose between finding us an entrance or helping you squash little bugs, I'll help you with the bugs."

Just then the console Sevyn had been working on exploded in her face, the resulting blast sending out pure electric hate that only confirmed the Syndarin's suspicions that it hated her, despite her being the most arguably qualified to work with the ship's software. Or maybe it was because she was the most qualified with the software. 

Off to her left, Sevyn could hear Jemini repeatedly whirring in what sounded suspiciously like mocking laughter. 

Sevyn shook her head in disgust, standing up and taking a moment to stop her ears from ringing and her vision to not be all white and flashy. Once both had returned to normal, she dusted herself off and began working on the next console. Once she had cracked into the code again, she deigned to answer Hundred's question.

"I'm sure you know as well as I do that nothing was spared in the construction of this ship. That included the software. Whoever built this ship had also commissioned someone to write an entirely new language for the [i]Lone Star's[/i] software. Normally not a problem, as a language is a language; once you learn it and know how to use it everything's all fine and dandy. Unfortunately whoever wrote this code was some demonic genius, since the code keeps constantly changing and adapting by itself." Sevyn frowned as the code did just that right beneath her fingertips again, and she smacked the console in retaliation.

"Like this, see. The moment you get close to telling it to do something you want, it just rewrites itself into something completely new. There may be a pattern, or there may be some entity controlling the software which I-" Sevyn paused as she heard the tiny [i]click click clicks[/i] of tumblers unlocking under the vixen's graceful hands. Which Sevyn thought was all fine and dandy of course, considering they couldn't spend all day in the hallway but, physical tumblers. Why would this ship have physical tumblers. 

"Then again," Sevyn muttered, "there's the also the possibility that whoever designed this ship was infinitely crazy."

Unfortunately the unlocking door also seemed to call to life several automated turrets, all of which began lasering everything. Since it is almost universally accepted that being lasered is a bad thing, Sevyn forcefully pulled Jemini into a position where she blocked the turrets from Sevyn. The drone began loudly complaining as she always did as things began lasering her body while Sevyn unfolded her weapon and began firing in kind as she slowly retreated back toward the door the vixen had just opened.