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Enjoy your vacation. Going somewhere interesting?
I've given my chioce and reasoning IC, but to recap: Lucy, jack of all trades since they don't really know what they'll be doing for the next 100 (riiiight...) years.
No, we haven't even picked a ship yet, let alone gotten anywhere.
+1 for Discord.
“Oh, I like her already. Her excuses to avoid work are almost as good as mine, if a little more grounded in reality.” Astrid commented once the AI joined the conversation, “Not to worry, we’ll teach you to swear and lie and you’ll be one of us in no time.” She was about to add something when ‘the coffee guy’ said something tech-related that made sense. “Good. You are correct, BUT you are assuming they hadn’t simply prettied up the hull, fixed the basics and towed it here. Half of the ship’s guts could be fried. You have no idea how many times I’ve heard ‘just make it look presentable, I’m selling it anyway.’ back in the day. I’d stay away from the Angel Dust regardless, Party ships have more advanced tech in them, which means more work for me. Unless there’s some hidden problem with the Lucy, I’d go with that. Small, jack of all trades, master of none, and — as Cake pointed out — will be the easiest to modify.” Or kitbash back into working order once something goes wrong, she thought to herself, but didn’t say out loud.

When the Puppet left, she took a deep, theatrical breath. “Ah, clean air, at last. Shall we move on with the selection? You’ll excuse me if I don’t take the word of a party lackey at face value and the more time to double check everything, the easier — or longer — we’ll be able to breathe.” That’s when a big hand landed on her shoulder. She didn’t even have to look to know who it was and her nervous tic returned. Fortunately, his words were friendly and not even directed at her, but at the group as a whole. Still gave her quite a scare though. “Can you not, please?” she turned her head to look at least in the general direction of the mountain’s eyes.
Still here.
Astrid tuned out the Party Puppet’s voice in case ‘asshole’ was transmissible by sound. He reminded her all too much of her previous job. Well, except the ridiculous getup, that was new. As they ventured deeper into the docks, Astrid started to recognize some ship classes, and even two or three specific ships she’s worked on in the past, getting lost in memories of the past.

"Meet your A.I...cake…”

Those words somehow penetrated her consciousness, and were enough to tear her away from her trip down memory lane and actually get her a little excited. She’s worked with shipboard AIs before whenever she felt too lazy to scour a ship’s logs for damage reports, which if she were to be honest was all the time, and so looked forward to having her workload somewhat lessened. In ideal conditions, of course. There was always the small chance they were given this particular unit because of some defect, and either way it would probably place the value of the ship above that of its crew. She certainly wouldn’t put that past the Party.

Much to Astrid’s dismay, they weren’t given much, or rather any information at all, about the ships they were choosing from. Even she expected more of the Party. Then again, at least there was a choice. “So what’s the hidden reason seemingly good ships like the Lucy and the Harpoon are being offered to us and what exactly doesn’t work on the Angel Dust? Insufficient power core shielding? Faulty maneuvering gyros? Maybe it got hit by a solar flare?” she racked her brain for the worst scenarios she’s seen. She didn’t expect the Puppet to answer, probably because he knew less about ships than she knew about microbiology, but it was worth a try. Maybe the AI would know, if it had time to properly wake up.
I was just checking, misclicks are a pain.
...are you sure this was supposed to go here?
I don't see a problem with it.
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