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Foster, read the dang op. XP. We're it man. And we're not expected to start a colony!
"... concludes the report," A.L.I.C.E. finished.  Her voice seemed to emanate from within and without of the small habitation space.  The only living occupant was laid out, suit half drawn down.  His messy brown hair - outside of preferred regulations - was every which way since he hadn't bothered to make use of their recycled shower water.  Dark circles around his eyes indicated that he was having trouble with the sleep rotation even with artificial sunlight.  Despite his half-lidded tiredness, his nearly sea foam green eyes were bright - not as a result of induced chemical reaction (sometimes brought on from whatever the passably edible "meat" product on board), but from the status of their mission and their progress.
 
The man paused a beat, still laying on his rack where he'd been tossing a stress ball - improvised since it started out its life as packaging from somewhere on this ship - at the low hanging ceiling.  With a smile in his tone, he said, "Alice, I love it when you talk dirty to me.  "
 
"The report is clean-"
 
Swinging his legs over the edge of the rack, narrowly missing the ceiling - something that he still struggled to remember despite having spent a formidable amount of time nursing his bruised head from repeated incidents over the last several days as they suffered through Gate travel- he cut the A.I. off, "Connotation of the statement; it was a joke."
 
"Jokes are not programmed into my behavior core."
 
"Yeah, yeah, we'll see about fixing that, sweetheart.  Don't you worry.  We've plenty of time to work with."  But Jason wasn't working at his personal station to remedy this, instead he was accessing the star report and confirming their location as well as the history of the system.  Maybe the others weren't as excited about this trip as he was, but this was damned exciting.  In fact, this system was interesting because of its historical value.  And he'd be able to remind others how he - they - were the first humankind to exist much less look in this quadrant.  Toggling the controls by his bed, the surface of his bed stiffened, turning into a secondary work surface, extending his desk.
 
"I am also incapable of worrying, Commo.  You are, furthermore, not authorized to tamper with my personality or basic behavior cores.  Also, your time is limited to approximately 60.3 more Earth years.  'Plenty' is inaccurate."
 
"Don't be so morbid, that's plenty by my estimation - Say my name, baby," he murmured.
 
"Jason Itztli," the A.I. said.
 
He couldn't help cracking a grin at that.  "Would it be absolutely ridiculous to love an A.I.?  You do so pet my ego well."  His hand curved over his abdomen and further, unselfconscious of the intent or who might be watching.
 
"Unless there is a nuance I am unable to interpret, it would be 'ridiculous' as there could never be any propagation of your species per your religious doctrines or biological programming for furthering your purpose in life by loving a computer program."
 
"Aw, baby, my purpose is you," he said distractedly as he typed in more code to begin building up the format for his first report to send back their sponsors and backers.  He'd have to go to the bridge at some point to extract the communications packaging in addition to looking for the information he'd requested shortly after they'd successfully made it through "The Gate."  He wasn't sure why he'd started mentally referring to The Gate as if it were something of importance, perhaps because of its relevance as a humankind project and a milestone in human history. 
 
"Your purpose is to maintain open lines of communication, receive communication bundles, maintain ship's drives for all chart-related activity, conduct reports and all other duties assigned-"
 
"No need to be coy.  I know my job.  I know what I've gotten myself into, but you'd think a man can't multitask."  Her silence tickled him; she had no feedback for him there. 
 
Sadly this was the extent of his social nature for the last few days.  He'd avoided a fair number of the crew mostly because everyone needed adjusting and he realized that he missed his friends more than he thought he would.  Being able to brag about his involvement in this project had been worth it before he'd been sent out so many light years away from his adoring public.  Now that he was stranded, he was more than a little irritable.  Fortunately there were some interesting potentially adoring subjects on board that he'd look into learning more about.  The files were thorough, but gave nothing of any actual importance.  What were their alliances?  What were their opinions of him?  These thoughts would soon occupy his mind.
 
Deciding to put aside his moping, he called out, "Alice, make ready the communications package.  I'll head up to the bridge to collect it.  Location of the capt?  I'll need to thank him for sending out the packets for me as well as brief him on any further news gleaned."
 
And as odd as he thought it, he felt as though her attention was elsewhere suddenly.  It was like a void, an itch in his mind.  He really needed to make friendly with the locals, Jason decided suddenly.  They'd love him.  Probably were achingly lonely without him to liven things up.  No more meals in his room, he decided there and then.  They must be bored without him around. 
 
"Affirmative, Commo.  Package is waiting for your arrival.  The captain is on the bridge," she stated.  Jason was relieved to hear her voice call out into his stateroom.
 
His quarters weren't far removed from the bridge since he was most likely to be called up to do repairs (rather than take away from their chief engineering officer's time) and take and make messages if the captain wanted to take his leave of the bridge.  Stepping out past the threshold of his personal stateroom, the hatch closed itself when it read that there wasn't anything blocking its sensors.  Jason pulled up his suit to look more presentable, brushed a hand through his hair uselessly, and picked up a brisk pace in the direction of the bridge.
 
"Permission to enter?" Jason asked out of formality, but he was already several paces into the space.  Typing away at his station, he physically extracted the message out onto his board to begin the decryption process, plugging in key variables with succinct code rather than verbally asking the A.I. to reveal the parts he already knew were more likely to be important.  Her priorities, while well intentioned and often accurate, left much to be desired from the human perspective.  "Thanks for sending on the Star Sys Rep, cap'n.  Sounds like it could swing either way for finding anything of relevance.  I'll have historical records out for you shortly to compare what analysts foresaw we might find, but has Buchanan mentioned-"
 
He fell silent, glancing behind him to ensure she hadn't popped up behind him. 
Character sheet:
Name: Jason Itztli (Obsidian/knife)
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Height: 172.72 cm [5'8"]
Weight: 73.94 kg [163 lbs]
Eye: Sea foam green - likely not his birth color.  They stand out against his skin tone with devastating effect.
Hair: A messy, brown that's in obvious need of a cut.  It's not longer than the tops of his ears and covers his rather long forehead, keeping his proportionally attractive.
Complexion: He is a very pale, naturally golden tan that hints at western European mixed with South American.  He has strong features and smooth, unblemished skin.  When he's out in the sun for more than a few hours, his skin tone will darken to a (mild) coffee tone with lots of golden cream.
Blood Type: A neg, nanite heavy.
Bodily modifications: All normal and standard for military service as well as additional from his well-to-do family.
Occupation: Communication Officer; Cartographer; Secondary Programmer
 
History: Brief military stint, though he left after a short term with great recommendations and medals though if his subordinates were questioned he was considered a bit of a dic and an awful leader.  He took a lot of short cuts and wasn't exactly accused of insubordination at times... but he wasn't with a pristine record for listening in the heat of the moment. 
 
He hated the rigid authority which always felt choking - like his  vibrant personality was stuffed into some two dimensional grey boxed thing.  Instead he moved on to a known liberally-minded company that paid him to earn his masters in programming and communications - two things he was surprisingly good at even if his communication skills were, at best, one-sided.  Disseminating information - he was great with this.  Listening?  Not so much unless it served him. 
 
When he joined this crew, it was in the role of a communications officer - though the term "officer" was merely reflecting of his previously retired station as an officer in the military.  He's a civilian through and through and adamantly sticks to this rather than let himself get pushed back into the role.  He wears his cloak of civilian status with great pride, but isn't hesitant to brag about his service to humanity either. 
 
It's rumored that he joined the crew as a result of favoritism, but Jason believes he got in on his own merit.  Through the course of missions, we'll see if it's true or not.
 
Personality: Narcissistic.  He comes off as shallow, but he prefers this than to being seen as anything remotely unattractive.  He enjoys one-upping people with their stories, even going so far as to "gently embellish" a story in his favor.  I'll add in detail later the elements of his narcissism, which is extensive, but not so much that it should hinder the story. 
 
I'll add more details to this as I write as him.  I kind of consider him a bit of a class clown.  He loves attention, good or bad.
Hey! I'd like to dual-purpose my job as "communications and cartographer." So I'm also refining our mapping technology with concise programming and occasional patches. Also, unsure if others are on board with this, but any communications from family (usually gleaned from a spectroscopy report sent once every few months since light travels faster than sound and decrypted by my character's shipboard programs) can be asked for from me. If you want a particular report we can discuss in the chat or PM or joint post and my character can "deliver" anyone's family/friend messages. "Hey! Don't shoot the messenger." ;D

Foster: HA! I swear he only skims from the top (or sucks at the dregs). But also, I second you being our biologist/herbologist/resident gardener.

Good luck car-fetching, Jorj!

I'll see about putting together a character sheet later on this week.
Sep: We need a Captain/pilot. ;D Wanna jump on that? Also, hello. =) Join us in the IRC. I'll be kicking around for the next hour.

Ellri: <3

Foster: Ahahaha. Yeah. BEST buds.
Scrub? Read thoroughly? Seemed legit when I first posted it. x: Lol.
Dude. Our characters will get along fine. Be sure to scrub Jorj's prompt. We're looking for the psychological aspect with science/tech brought in. We'd love to have you join us in the IRC room, too. Pop into the main and ask Jorj for the room name. I forget it unless I look in my history. (We're all heading to bed now, though.) Looks like the frequency of posting will be expected once to twice a week when it gets rolling. Looks like it'll be up mid this week (maybe). I'll begin participating the Monday after this.

So you can shoot/taze/know martial arts/can use handcuffs, eh? :3
I like all of this. Also, I feel like my character has a better hold on the role as "programmer" and "coms" officer/thing than as generic of a role as assistant engineer. (I'm really trying hard not to fall into my normal niche/role as engineer. ><; Some electronics/hardware fixes can be assumed with my character, but he won't have any of the knowledge my previous characters do of the shipboard workings. Reactor cores will have an "I believe" button attached. If he's asked to explain how it works, he'll be, undoubtedly, blowing smoke up your arse. And any other systems are all just in the back of his mind as boxes with pipes leading to other boxes. Ex. [Head/toilet] => [Waste centre? Filtration?] => [Space ejection thingy?])

Glad to see you in here, Foster. =) I figured you'd dig this place. You thinking about joining in? It's less tech heavy and more character interaction with a space background.

Ellri, my character will be working closely with yours if she's an alien specialist. ;D I figured my character would have more communication with whatever alliances are relying on our science/exploratory vessel's findings but would aid in getting her voice off-ship if we run into any other world life.
My character concept:

"Cartographer", a narcissistic (so it's like talking to a TV, while he is talking to an audience) adventuring pretty boy who enjoys relaying all information. Succinct in report writing and relaying information, proficient in coding (to include updating the map which he's forever tweaking to make better and clearer visuals with the tools he has). A bit of a MacGyver and certainly the shipboard blogger. He lives for the number of hits or views their ship's "adventures" get and enjoys hyperbolizing virtually everything. He's a bit of a self-made man and somewhat of a troublemaker, thought to have gotten into the project as the result of "luck" (in this case, being one of the Earth board of trustee's enthusiastic nephew). Though he comes across as rather dim-witted because he's an "ooh shiny" complex, he's well-versed in the finer points of code and is a capable firefighter (for all of those space board emergencies). He's testy with some of the members because he's forever feeling like he has to prove himself and his worth. Which is says the proof is in the pudding. No literally, he's the best ship's cook and is able to make a feast out of the dehydrated eggs. He just asks that nobody asks him how he does it. He tosses in his vote (if there's ever such a thing, which he's convinced himself there is despite the presence of a singular "captain") with whichever option sounds like it'd be more foolhardy AKA "fun." More complexity to come, but I'd say that his role could fit the "face" of the ship and he'd be a quick learner for any language, not solely code. So translations would be reasonable if you can get him to do them. He'd be your comms guy and he knows enough about electronics to be able to make repairs (especially if he's under pressure, stressed, and has few resources) otherwise he can be a bit lazy about "getting around to it."
Interested. Also, I've a character premise that I've already shared with you. Would you like me to post it here or leave it off for now?
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