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Distress Signal: Bandits Attacking a Mercenary Ship

Y'know, I never understood that trope of "AIs brick upon trying to understand paradoxes". Wouldn't sufficiently advanced AI have a failsafe built in to detect recursive thoughts that can't be resolved? :P Modern computers have that already, try asking a computer to divide by zero. It quickly recognizes it's recursive and never ending, so it just throws you an error.

Distress Signal: Bandits Attacking a Mercenary Ship

Breeze audibly groaned from her (relatively) safe corner of the room. "{Stop that! Why are you trying to...turn it against us?!}" Any translating ear pieces, magical deciphering spells, and babel fish would suffer an odd amount of lag when translating the last few words. The Xi'qe language is very abstract, just about as close to speaking absolute thought as possible, so the single Xi'qean word uttered by Breeze likely had a much deeper meaning than what any translating devices would spit out.

Distress Signal: Bandits Attacking a Mercenary Ship

Uh, Pacific Standard Time, but I just got off a graveyard shift at work...ooor rather, a trial job I failed at. </3 So my sleep schedule's gonna be a bit out of whack for a bit while I un-adjust to night shifts.

Distress Signal: Bandits Attacking a Mercenary Ship

The lizard-woman skittered away from the conflict and pressed herself flat against the wall of the ship. Her wide eyes scanned the pair as they struggled. Once the machine spoke and assured the pair that it wasn't hostile, she replied in a quiet, raspy voice. "I've never seen one of you fully assembled before. I've seen bits and pieces used for other purposes, but...never something made by outsiders. Just our Metal-Shapers.".

Distress Signal: Bandits Attacking a Mercenary Ship

Hold up. Servo, is your character dragging Franken's character into our ship?

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Olive slowly followed behind the others in her group, slowing down further as they approached the ogre. "Two pigs for water," it demanded.

The scrawny arcanist glanced around furitively before squeaking out a quiet "...Wh-What?"

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[@DarkLight] If he returns, sure.

Distress Signal: Bandits Attacking a Mercenary Ship

Breeze didn't seem to care too much what happened to that clunker. She was safe, warm, and enjoying food. Oh, and not suffocating in the vacuum of space of being murdered by space pirates. That was good, too.

Whatever was attached to the derelict ship would have trouble pulsing electricity through it, given that it's, y'know, gutted of many expensive, vital components and thoroughly trashed. Many electric connections simply didn't exist before, circuits going nowhere and ending abruptly in frayed, sparking wires.

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Not finding this scene fun anymore, sorry.

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Miri's scowl turned into a glare, a sharp, hate-filled glare. She's quick to squeeze her eyes shut and take a deep breath before she does anything rash. A few moments later, she wordlessly pushed herself up to her hooves...and simply walked away.