Rawk — Roleplayer Guild

He didn’t want to admit that the artificial intelligence system, NO4H, was more helpful than he’d initially expected. The holo-table was no exception, and while interfaced with the ship’s AI, it allowed for a personnel management system that would make strategic plans much easier to administer. But nevertheless, years of living and surviving by pure human intuition, skill, and team camaraderie conditioned his mind to rely on his own strengths, those of his allies, and the warm feel of sidearm. So while he appreciated the assistance that NO4H provided, it would take some time to fully give in to the fact that the AI is quite in control of things.

A mistrust of robotics and synthetic life had surfaced through so much of man-made technology turning on it’s own creators throughout history, and the people closest to them. Gavon’s most brutal experience had been during his time with the criminal syndicate the Solntsevskaya Brotherhood, and their incessant raids on tech facilities, military outposts, and police-run bunkers along city borders throughout the wasteland of what was once a proud Russia. The stolen weapons, equipment, and prototype military-grade AI units were valued highly by several of the Brotherhood's closest buyers, and they knew no expense would be spared. The Brotherhood, however, wanted to keep some of the best for themselves, whether to turn a profit later when there is more demand, or to use and abuse it as they saw fit to do.

Unfortunately, artificial intelligence modules were being retrofitted into all types of weapon turrets, vehicles, drones, operative bases, and even heating units for the winter months. The Brotherhood lived side-by-side with this technology, re-programming it not only to serve them unconditionally, but allowing it to evolve all on it’s own and become an ever greater asset. The problem, however, was that it also went against the very core protocols that were initially hard-wired into the AI’s processors. Inevitably, the die was cast, and several of the hacked AI units turned on their supposed “allies”, gunning them down, causing massive vehicle wrecks, crashing drones into allied forces, and essentially creating enough havoc to have the last proverbial laugh. Gavon’s closest comrades were killed, by no fault of their own, but rather by the selfish actions of a power hungry faction and synthetic life that should have never been “awakened” in the first place.

“Chief TreVayne” 

NO4H’s smooth digital voice over the comms broke his thoughts, causing him a momentary flinch. 

“There is a civil disturbance in progress within the confines of The Siren’s Call pub located in the-”

“Yes, I know where it is. Were nearby units alerted?”

“Affirmative Chief, two agents are enroute and will arrive in...” A brief pause came before he continued. “Twenty seconds.”

Gavon cocked his head with a slight smirk. “Was that a lapse, Noah?” 

“Negative. A recalculation based on the Agent’s shift from walking to running speed which would allow a more prec-”

“Okay, okay, I get it for fucks sake. Hard to believe we’re only minutes into post-launch and already there’s bar fights.”

The Chief found himself pacing back and forth along the center table, staring at the holographic images of the Hub’s layout, and its various hotspots. The Pub in question wasn’t anything new to him, as it had a very classic and traditional feel to it, like an old tavern by a sea-side town, a place where he and Natalie could unwind, grab a pint, and feel less like they were aboard a metal shoe box. Of course now that “shoe box” was about to fly through space, and perhaps stress of the launch, coupled with leaving a home and planet you will never see again, would incite any degree of disturbances.

“Noah, pull up a visual of the Pub’s interior as well as the street facing the entrance.”

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Both Agents showed up just as the barkeep, Jonas, was restraining a woman who they had come to find out was Doctor Melanie Larson, the ship’s Therapist. Before long, one of the two patrols -Agent Stevens- was reviewing the video footage via his visor display, starting from ten minutes ago up until they entered. This was generally enough information for them to go by, but as far as what caused the initial outburst from the woman they were unsure of.

The second of the two guards -a female agent named Hawkins- was speaking with Jonas, as he and the Doctor  were both seated at one of the small tables near the bar. Larson, however, seemed less than receptive and really didn’t care to speak at that time, but instead stared at the table’s decorative center piece with a blank expression while Jonas pleaded her case.

“Look Officer, it was all just a misunderstanding, too much alcohol mixed with nerves that were already disjointed from this whole launch experience. I’m not pressing any charges, and I do hope the woman over there doesn’t expect to either since she clearly had one too many drinks herself and decided to reciprocate. I’d say what’s done is done.”

“Doctor Larson” Agent Hawkins turned her attention toward the other. “We’re letting you off with fair warning, however this will show on your permanent record, and any further infractions such as this will result in harsher consequences.”

The other Agent had finished speaking briefly with the intoxicated couple, and as fired up as the woman was, she had decided not to press any charges. 

“Central, this is Stevens, situation resolved at the Siren’s Call. Medical unit is en-route for the young lady, but otherwise Agent Hawkins will be escorting Doctor Larsen, via transit system, back to her quarters. Follow-up added in my report.”

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Gavon stood with his arms crossed, reviewing the footage and audio, and quite taken aback by who the culprit was. He’d met Melanie Larson briefly in person several weeks back regarding an assessment and psyche evaluation report on a few of the new Security recruits. His first impression of the Doctor had been, for the most part, quite positive. Easy on the eyes he certainly remembered, very intelligent, and clearly professional in her mannerisms and work ethics. However, he sensed slight apprehension in her voice, as though his presence may have been a bit uneasy for her considering they both worked on opposite sides of the spectrum. She was one who delved into a person’s psyche, essentially there to help and rehabilitate, and his duty was sometimes perceived as one that punishes. A gross exaggeration of course, but some would only see it as black and white nevertheless.

Could the stress really be so bad for some, that it would cause violent outbursts, especially in a woman of her caliber and renown? Or was there more to the situation that wasn’t overly apparent. Either way, the more he thought about it, the more he realized that this case was slowly drifting out of his jurisdiction and would require an Investigator for further research and insight. A step that Gavon hoped wouldn't be necessary, for the sake of Doctor Larson’s career and status.

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