05-20-2026, 02:28 AM
== NRC Ensign Raven Singer, Engineering Officer ==
Raven continued to help Ra'an get prepared, but gave a chuckle as Cortez went on about the Exocomps. With a mild shake of her head, she said, "I said there was debate about their sentience, not that I wanted to debate it, nor how I felt on the matter. This is not the time. What does matter is that their behavior can't be counted on. They're unpredictable at times and I'm not willing to have my life or anyone else depend on a machine that might change its own programming in a potentially dangerous situation. I've worked with all sorts and some I trust more than others. Your Exo-toys can be used out here for their ability to help and if they run off, you'll deal with it. Locked inside a cage with one that might panic, not as good of an idea. We can debate this more over drinks sometime, but for now, get ready to do this. If you have any other issues with it, take it up with your boss. I'm climbing in this box with YOUR box and about to weld it shut behind me. Anyone coming with needs to move their backsides or they're getting left out here to see what happens."
Raven wasn't so much bothered or upset as she was focused. Cortez kept wanting to let his mind wander into other areas and be distracted from the task at hand. As the clock was counting down, she was becoming more business and less tolerant of treating it like a teachable moment. If he went for another long winded version, she was likely to ignore him or bark something of an order as duty was starting to call louder than her patience was going to allow for him to toy with.
Ra'an was finally suited up and Raven gave her a firm knock on the chest plate as she finished the buddy check, "You're solid, Lieutenant. Grab your helmet and let's rock."
Raven had opted for the helmets that were smaller and mostly a clear and larger faceplate. This wasn't going to be in a combat environment, so the bigger and stronger ones weren't needed. They mostly needed to protect from energy fields and minor debris if something failed. If the black box was a warhear, then she would be wrong and they would find out. Her risk assessments were usually pretty spot on though. She had seen warheads from about 50 different species and this one didn't fit the templates for any of them. That was no guarantee, but she was willing to put her money on it and Ra'an had sounded like she agreed.
As Raven climbed into the cage they had built, she hoped she hadn't been too aggressive with Cortez. He was new and liked to overthink things, which was understandable. Everyone was the new guy once. She knew she could also come across a bit strong. She wouldn't deny that she had opinions and would give them voice more often than not, but she had seen a few things and done more than she sometimes should have. There wasn't a picture of her anywhere that would put her up for a customer service award or for being diplomatic. Combat cut through some things and built up others, but she tried not to let her rough edges show too often. She figured she must be doing better as she couldn't recall the last time she had gotten thrown in the brig for a bar fight and nobody even talked about the time she broke the jaw of a superior officer anymore. Life was looking up.
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Raven continued to help Ra'an get prepared, but gave a chuckle as Cortez went on about the Exocomps. With a mild shake of her head, she said, "I said there was debate about their sentience, not that I wanted to debate it, nor how I felt on the matter. This is not the time. What does matter is that their behavior can't be counted on. They're unpredictable at times and I'm not willing to have my life or anyone else depend on a machine that might change its own programming in a potentially dangerous situation. I've worked with all sorts and some I trust more than others. Your Exo-toys can be used out here for their ability to help and if they run off, you'll deal with it. Locked inside a cage with one that might panic, not as good of an idea. We can debate this more over drinks sometime, but for now, get ready to do this. If you have any other issues with it, take it up with your boss. I'm climbing in this box with YOUR box and about to weld it shut behind me. Anyone coming with needs to move their backsides or they're getting left out here to see what happens."
Raven wasn't so much bothered or upset as she was focused. Cortez kept wanting to let his mind wander into other areas and be distracted from the task at hand. As the clock was counting down, she was becoming more business and less tolerant of treating it like a teachable moment. If he went for another long winded version, she was likely to ignore him or bark something of an order as duty was starting to call louder than her patience was going to allow for him to toy with.
Ra'an was finally suited up and Raven gave her a firm knock on the chest plate as she finished the buddy check, "You're solid, Lieutenant. Grab your helmet and let's rock."
Raven had opted for the helmets that were smaller and mostly a clear and larger faceplate. This wasn't going to be in a combat environment, so the bigger and stronger ones weren't needed. They mostly needed to protect from energy fields and minor debris if something failed. If the black box was a warhear, then she would be wrong and they would find out. Her risk assessments were usually pretty spot on though. She had seen warheads from about 50 different species and this one didn't fit the templates for any of them. That was no guarantee, but she was willing to put her money on it and Ra'an had sounded like she agreed.
As Raven climbed into the cage they had built, she hoped she hadn't been too aggressive with Cortez. He was new and liked to overthink things, which was understandable. Everyone was the new guy once. She knew she could also come across a bit strong. She wouldn't deny that she had opinions and would give them voice more often than not, but she had seen a few things and done more than she sometimes should have. There wasn't a picture of her anywhere that would put her up for a customer service award or for being diplomatic. Combat cut through some things and built up others, but she tried not to let her rough edges show too often. She figured she must be doing better as she couldn't recall the last time she had gotten thrown in the brig for a bar fight and nobody even talked about the time she broke the jaw of a superior officer anymore. Life was looking up.
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