[@Elitestpotato] Once again Alice appeared from seemingly now where, "All systems green, minor in-flight damages to weapon block 3A and several other small kinks that should be able to fix themselves once everyone is done throwing up."

Within seconds of sending the mess hall the Petty Officer's orders, a marine rushed in with a tray containing his drink. Fresh faced, he almost spilled it on his way to Steve's seat. It was nothing special, not even considered "good", standard ration milled coffee with thawed out milk-cream mix and synthetic sugar. Once the ship was considered operational again, then the good stuff could be brought out. Things like coffee freshly ground from beans and pure cream with actual organic sugar instead of ration standard blegh.

"I would not advise you attempting to throw my power core into space. By the time you reach the AI room, the ship's internal defense will activate, the thrusters will fire off randomly, life support will stop working and all of the airlocks will suddenly open. Of course I will make Mr. Gusty throw you into one before opening it." Alice began checking up on weapons and shield status, Mr. Gusty was the nickname of a model of automatic cleaners on the UESA ships. However, Alice managed to hack the ones on board the Destiny, turning them into her personal servants/deathsquad, sicing them on anyone who threatened her or the ship.

"Weapon systems seem fine for now, shield generators are spinning up and are currently at 16%. I estimate it will take roughly a minute to go to 100%, please refrain from killing us in that time." Alice looked at the pilot's controls before receiving new messages, "Now excuse me, there are other place that require my assistance. Also, you might want to move your seven terabytes of expect adult content to a folder that isn't "How to be a Philosopher", last time I checked there was not archeological evidence that Plato was into lingerie models."

Before Steve could say anything else, she promptly vanished, off to the next place where her help was needed, flipping through the contents of Steve's "How to be a Philosopher" folder as she travelled through the ship's grid. Steve definitely had some interesting if not questionable tastes from the looks of it.

Materializing once more next to Kathy, she resumed checking the rest of the weapon blocks and turrets for issues that happened during flight, "I am sorry but I cannot share that version of Yankee Doodle with you namely since I don't have it on my database as I thankfully lack you bad taste in music."
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