The only abundance you shall find is our ordnance! - Lanaktallan High General Le'edrmo'o, Defense of Shar-Lamok-281, Mar-gite Resurgence, 14,832 Post-Confederacy Reconsolidation
"You guys need to follow ," the holoemitter projection said. It was scratched, tears in its uniform. It still held a blade of shining whitish blue code in one hand. It was varying shades of deep red with silver lines.
"Where are we?" W44 asked. He looked back at the closed door. "What did they pull out of her?"
"You're at Main Support Non-Orbital Station 741-94B, Confederate side of the Long Dark," the hologram said. "As for that, well, that was a shade and it yanked out her soul, although so would say it just pulled out her phasic self-impression."
W44 looked down at his hand, the one he had held out to her, the one she had just missed grabbing. "I almost had her."
The hologram nodded. "That's pretty standard," he opened a window in midair and looked over the data. "Huh, weird."
"What?" N44 asked.
"Your files are all garbled," the hologram said. He shook his head. "I'm Erald Horizon 4474, Terran Digital Sentience. I was supposed to not wake up until I got sent to the Telkan systems."
The trio looked at one another and back at the hologram.
"What woke you up?" W44 asked.
"Not sure. I ca too after the ship went through autodocking with the station. Cargo was offloaded, I was put in place for so reason and woke up," Horizon said. "I'm a digital sentience, we have to stay locked down in Fairy Day cages for hyperspace transit. When they let
out and woke
up, the dying had already happened to the crew that brought
in. I've been running, hiding, and fighting for nearly a week."
"So..." W44 said slowly. "We're all in trouble."
"Yeah," Erald "Call
Emry" said.
"What was the cargo on our vessel that you had to unload?" D44 asked.
"Not sure. Whatever it was, it was out of Telkan Pri, sa as you guys," Emry said. "You four, well, three now, were the only ones alive," He looked at D44. "When did the Telkan Marines start accepting female Telkans?"
"We're Telkana," D44 said. She shook her head. "I don't know. I don't know anything."
"Cryoshock. It happens," Emry said. He paused next to a door, touching the hologram. "OK, Ready Room 23 is clear. Armory is inside. We'll need to get you guys armor and weapons," he sighed. "I haven't been able to find any disaster fras for myself."
W44 frowned. "What are you again?"
Emry looked at W44. "A Terran Digital Sentience. You know, code brought to life? Not an AI, AI's are artificial sentience, I'm a digital sentience, two different things."
W44 frowned deeper, racking his empty mind. "You aren't supposed to be here."
"Well, yeah, but what do you an?" Emry asked. "I'm hacking the passcodes. Pretty heavy duty encryption."
"No, you're a Terran. You aren't supposed to be here," W44 said. He wiped the sweat from the fur on his forehead. "I don't know why, I just know you aren't supposed to be here."
N44 nodded. "Yeah. I an, I don't know why, but I know you shouldn't be here."
"Well, I am," Emry said. There was a beep and the bars collapsed into themselves and pulled into the bulkhead. "OK, armory is open."
The Ready Room was a large open space, with tables that ca up to the Telkan's shoulders but the DS's lower chest. There were three barred doors, one reading "ARMOR LOCKER
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