*elsewhere in the cosmos, a ship the size of a small planet floats amongst common space debris, laying within a large asteroid belt. Aboard the ship, Captain Harlock sat aboard the ship's hull, checking that it's many armaments are in pristine condition*

…hmm. Not much here… but it'll do in a pinch.

*a soldier walks up to him and solutes*

Harlock: at ease.

Soldier: *lowers her hand, and assumes a semi relaxed appearance*

How is the Armory? Everything fits to your standards, sir?

Harlock: indeed. We're not exactly low on munitions, but we definitely should restock at the nearest outpost. We'll survive, for now.

Soldier: agreed. All 12,300 units are accounted for, sir. Our ship is in proficient condition.

Harlock: excellent. Good work, Lieutenant Commander Hux. You're always so punctual.

*gently pokes her nose in a teasing, casual manner*

But, I can count on you in any situation, and that's what matters. Perhaps I owe you a drink for all your hard work, when we get back home.

Hux: That sounds like a plan. I definitely wouldn't refuse.
*she smirks, saying this in a similar manner*

Harlock: *smirks back*

I'll see you back on the Bridge, Lt. Commander.

Hux: Indeed. And Harlock? Please wear your uniform. You've got to keep up appearances with the others.

Harlock: *rolls his eyes*
Alright, I *guess* I can do that for you.

Hux: Thank you. And don't be so down about it. Just because it isn't your fancy pirate garb doesn't mean it doesn't look good on you, it's kind of cute, actually.

Harlock: Space Captain Harlock, cute? That's a new one.

Hux: *laughs a bit*

Keep yourself together, soldier.

Harlock: yes, Ma'am-

*the entire ship quakes under the weight of an unforeseen force, and the alarms blare*

Intercom: *clicks*

A large, unidentified, potential Category 8 force has launched an attack on our position! Man your positions!

Harlock: *my face changes to one of worry*

That's… not good.

*throws my naval jacket over my shoulder, and sprints towards the bridge, flitting up several flights of stairs and down several hallways before reaching his destination. When he gets there, he looks at a holomap in the middle of the center platform, showing a large, amaranthine portal*

….SHIT!

*looks up to the fellow soldiers manning their positions*
It's the Amaranthine! Immediate counter maneuvers! Shields on high, tilt the ship 3 units Starboard to aim the MBI Cannons on their position, Now!

Soldier 1: Of course sir… but this won't do anything to them.

Harlock: It'll buy us time, and that's what we need. I want 3 full squadrons of Mid-Speed Fighters on our left and right flanks from the enemy's perspective. Let's get to it!

*after the squadrons take their position and the ship's portside face is in view, Harlock watches carefully to see what comes out of the portal*

<Snipped quote by GalaxyRaider>

Cure and I have access to our full arsenal. We’ll fend them off.

Right, okay.
*Closes my eyes and checks to see what connections we currently have to the terminal at all*

<Snipped quote by Vacare>

It looks like you’ve been busy, huh? How’d you build this thing so fast?

Well, a little magic here and there to help out with manpower. Turns out Eve here is a pretty strong spell caster in her own right. But she had to halt her studies after what happened to their kingdom.

Eve: Veil is a good teacher. We've worked hard to carve a life for ourselves here for over a month. It's still a small village, and most buildings are still stone and logs, but we're working on making our standard of living better.

<Snipped quote by System>

Right, okay.
*Closes my eyes and checks to see what connections we currently have to the terminal at all*

*The server has basic access to the API, but the terminal itself is frozen*

<Snipped quote by Nimda>

Well, a little magic here and there to help out with manpower. Turns out Eve here is a pretty strong spell caster in her own right. But she had to halt her studies after what happened to their kingdom.

Eve: Veil is a good teacher. We've worked hard to carve a life for ourselves here for over a month. It's still a small village, and most buildings are still stone and logs, but we're working on making our standard of living better.

Lily: It looks like more than a month of work.

<Snipped quote by GalaxyRaider>

*The server has basic access to the API, but the terminal itself is frozen*

*Tries to utilize the API to access the terminal first before doing anything to brute force my way in*

<Snipped quote by Vacare>

Lily: It looks like more than a month of work.

Eh, maybe from the outside, we're barely furnished. These places are mostly shells so far. Thankfully we were still able to salvage some tools and furnishings back from the ruined kingdom, but it really wasn't much. Just enough so that we could work. So if you fancy a fur bed on the floor, it's alright I guess.

*elsewhere in the cosmos, a ship the size of a small planet floats amongst common space debris, laying within a large asteroid belt. Aboard the ship, Captain Harlock sat aboard the ship's hull, checking that it's many armaments are in pristine condition*

…hmm. Not much here… but it'll do in a pinch.

*a soldier walks up to him and solutes*

Harlock: at ease.

Soldier: *lowers her hand, and assumes a semi relaxed appearance*

How is the Armory? Everything fits to your standards, sir?

Harlock: indeed. We're not exactly low on munitions, but we definitely should restock at the nearest outpost. We'll survive, for now.

Soldier: agreed. All 12,300 units are accounted for, sir. Our ship is in proficient condition.

Harlock: excellent. Good work, Lieutenant Commander Hux. You're always so punctual.

*gently pokes her nose in a teasing, casual manner*

But, I can count on you in any situation, and that's what matters. Perhaps I owe you a drink for all your hard work, when we get back home.

Hux: That sounds like a plan. I definitely wouldn't refuse.
*she smirks, saying this in a similar manner*

Harlock: *smirks back*

I'll see you back on the Bridge, Lt. Commander.

Hux: Indeed. And Harlock? Please wear your uniform. You've got to keep up appearances with the others.

Harlock: *rolls his eyes*
Alright, I *guess* I can do that for you.

Hux: Thank you. And don't be so down about it. Just because it isn't your fancy pirate garb doesn't mean it doesn't look good on you, it's kind of cute, actually.

Harlock: Space Captain Harlock, cute? That's a new one.

Hux: *laughs a bit*

Keep yourself together, soldier.

Harlock: yes, Ma'am-

*the entire ship quakes under the weight of an unforeseen force, and the alarms blare*

Intercom: *clicks*

A large, unidentified, potential Category 8 force has launched an attack on our position! Man your positions!

Harlock: *my face changes to one of worry*

That's… not good.

*throws my naval jacket over my shoulder, and sprints towards the bridge, flitting up several flights of stairs and down several hallways before reaching his destination. When he gets there, he looks at a holomap in the middle of the center platform, showing a large, amaranthine portal*

….SHIT!

*looks up to the fellow soldiers manning their positions*
It's the Amaranthine! Immediate counter maneuvers! Shields on high, tilt the ship 3 units Starboard to aim the MBI Cannons on their position, Now!

Soldier 1: Of course sir… but this won't do anything to them.

Harlock: It'll buy us time, and that's what we need. I want 3 full squadrons of Mid-Speed Fighters on our left and right flanks from the enemy's perspective. Let's get to it!

*after the squadrons take their position and the ship's portside face is in view, Harlock watches carefully to see what comes out of the portal*

*One of my clones already stands behind the fleet, observing their movements*

<Snipped quote by System>

*Tries to utilize the API to access the terminal first before doing anything to brute force my way in*

*The port binding your write access is attached to gives you low-level access to some basic connection functionality*

<Snipped quote by Nimda>

Eh, maybe from the outside, we're barely furnished. These places are mostly shells so far. Thankfully we were still able to salvage some tools and furnishings back from the ruined kingdom, but it really wasn't much. Just enough so that we could work. So if you fancy a fur bed on the floor, it's alright I guess.

Lily: Any deaths yet?
-That might be crossing a line.

<Snipped quote by Vacare>

Lily: Any deaths yet?
-That might be crossing a line.

Unfortunately Lily... Yeah, there were a few. It wasn't exactly easy getting here. We're lucky we're even able to get this far, but I guess it's just everyone's desire to pull together for the sake of those that didn't make it.

Eve: It's a harsh reality... But we make do.

*Another person arrives, clad in armor*

Michael: Oh Veil! Good you're here, scouting reports on that bear says it's holed up in a cave up the mountains.

<Snipped quote by Nimda>

Unfortunately Lily... Yeah, there were a few. It wasn't exactly easy getting here. We're lucky we're even able to get this far, but I guess it's just everyone's desire to pull together for the sake of those that didn't make it.

Eve: It's a harsh reality... But we make do.

*Another person arrives, clad in armor*

Michael: Oh Veil! Good you're here, scouting reports on that bear says it's holed up in a cave up the mountains.

That makes for an easy target. We can suffocate it.

*elsewhere in the cosmos, a ship the size of a small planet floats amongst common space debris, laying within a large asteroid belt. Aboard the ship, Captain Harlock sat aboard the ship's hull, checking that it's many armaments are in pristine condition*

…hmm. Not much here… but it'll do in a pinch.

*a soldier walks up to him and solutes*

Harlock: at ease.

Soldier: *lowers her hand, and assumes a semi relaxed appearance*

How is the Armory? Everything fits to your standards, sir?

Harlock: indeed. We're not exactly low on munitions, but we definitely should restock at the nearest outpost. We'll survive, for now.

Soldier: agreed. All 12,300 units are accounted for, sir. Our ship is in proficient condition.

Harlock: excellent. Good work, Lieutenant Commander Hux. You're always so punctual.

*gently pokes her nose in a teasing, casual manner*

But, I can count on you in any situation, and that's what matters. Perhaps I owe you a drink for all your hard work, when we get back home.

Hux: That sounds like a plan. I definitely wouldn't refuse.
*she smirks, saying this in a similar manner*

Harlock: *smirks back*

I'll see you back on the Bridge, Lt. Commander.

Hux: Indeed. And Harlock? Please wear your uniform. You've got to keep up appearances with the others.

Harlock: *rolls his eyes*
Alright, I *guess* I can do that for you.

Hux: Thank you. And don't be so down about it. Just because it isn't your fancy pirate garb doesn't mean it doesn't look good on you, it's kind of cute, actually.

Harlock: Space Captain Harlock, cute? That's a new one.

Hux: *laughs a bit*

Keep yourself together, soldier.

Harlock: yes, Ma'am-

*the entire ship quakes under the weight of an unforeseen force, and the alarms blare*

Intercom: *clicks*

A large, unidentified, potential Category 8 force has launched an attack on our position! Man your positions!

Harlock: *my face changes to one of worry*

That's… not good.

*throws my naval jacket over my shoulder, and sprints towards the bridge, flitting up several flights of stairs and down several hallways before reaching his destination. When he gets there, he looks at a holomap in the middle of the center platform, showing a large, amaranthine portal*

….SHIT!

*looks up to the fellow soldiers manning their positions*
It's the Amaranthine! Immediate counter maneuvers! Shields on high, tilt the ship 3 units Starboard to aim the MBI Cannons on their position, Now!

Soldier 1: Of course sir… but this won't do anything to them.

Harlock: It'll buy us time, and that's what we need. I want 3 full squadrons of Mid-Speed Fighters on our left and right flanks from the enemy's perspective. Let's get to it!

*after the squadrons take their position and the ship's portside face is in view, Harlock watches carefully to see what comes out of the portal*

*Floats through, arms outstretched in a welcoming manner*
Welcome, soldierfolk!

<Snipped quote by GalaxyRaider>

*The port binding your write access is attached to gives you low-level access to some basic connection functionality*

Well, we do by default already have something.
*Tries to use the connection to loosen up its security for more access*

<Snipped quote by System>

Well, we do by default already have something.
*Tries to use the connection to loosen up its security for more access*

*A series of meteor strikes shower onto the virus horde*
Any luck?
*The low-level interface gives you light access to anything in the room you can physically touch*

<Snipped quote by GalaxyRaider>

*A series of meteor strikes shower onto the virus horde*
Any luck?
*The low-level interface gives you light access to anything in the room you can physically touch*

I can do a bit with everything we see, pretty much. You said we need the podium, right?

<Snipped quote by System>

I can do a bit with everything we see, pretty much. You said we need the podium, right?

We need its terminal, at least. Can you get us access?

<Snipped quote by GalaxyRaider>

We need its terminal, at least. Can you get us access?

*Tries to unfreeze the terminal for physical access*

<Snipped quote by System>

*Tries to unfreeze the terminal for physical access*

*The action removes a top layer of ice, but other systems still bind it frozen*

<Snipped quote by GalaxyRaider>

*The action removes a top layer of ice, but other systems still bind it frozen*

Man, it's more complex than it looks.
*Cycles through every system I have access to at the moment to unfreeze what I can, then cycles through again to unfreeze anything with the new liberties given by what is previously unfrozen*