History Yet Lives

[Vixley CM-01]

After tye encounter with the others and settling their visit, Vixley was left to the old crumbling facility. He was technically the owner, unless the doctor or lineage was alive, or unless someone acquired the deed or some such, if they still did that in this time. Otherwise, he was just squatting, but still trying to continue his mission. After hooking up to the main terminal, doing the necessary repairs and final upgrades, Vixley gained his memories back, and more. His next mission was Transport, which the Doctor had, but it was under the facility. Thankfully, the facility's original plans were obtained in the data transfer of the terminal. It used stairs, no elevator, so that was in itself, grateful. What it was, if it worked, if it had power... All would have to be found out manually.

 

[Vixley CM-01]

After more debris was cleared, he made his way to the very rear of the facility. Everything else within the facility would be attended to later, as he needed to know if he could leave this place or not, if he needed to. If he had to, and he couldn't, he would have to venture outside to tge local populace, and not even knowing how they would respond to what he is, or who or what 'they' would be, was a whole lot of investigation in itself before one could even ascertain the possibility of leaving or not.

As he approached the staircase door, his sensors picked up something; dry blood. Like other fluids and chemicals, left untouched, can remain. But Vixley did not want to find blood. He leaned down, kneeling, as he inspected the blood. The only people he remembered running in this direction was the doctor and a couple assistants... Could one of them havebeen injured duting the fight? The facility had been closed and there was no access since the incident... If the doctor was injured, it would only mean it was more likely he did not survive.

He got over it, standing and continuing to the door. It looked like it was a little beat up, maybe shot. It was ajar and wouldn't shut, so it wouldn't be an obstacle. He continued down the few flights of stairs, entering what seemed to be a large hangar bay, for one ship...

 

[Vixley CM-01]

In the Hangar, it was pitchblack, and his night vision in his helmet wasn't working properly. He'd have to check it later, but for now... He activated the light projectors in his ocular sensors, the left one shorting out and sparks flew, causing him to reach up and grab his face. His right one still functioned, however, shining through the viewport of his helmet. It shined on something.... Red, something... Huge. As he scanned it and walked along it, it was some large ship. Nothing was locked tight, and things that were, Vixley had the codes. However, he had to find the access points and locks, and he didn't know where they were entirely.

Finally, he found the entrance to the ship. It was completely shutdown, either from a loss of power, or to preserve power, but the access panel lit up slowly to life. He input the codes he had from the terminal and the door opened, or tried to. At first, it locked up and stuttered, but then opened. It hadn't been open in almost a thousand years, the door locking up wouldn't be unexpected.

 

[Vixley CM-01]

The ship was large, but not endless. Not like the Venators of old, oh no, not at all. Vixley waged it was only around fifty or seventy meters. He continued to walk around, inspecting the ship, but still aimed for the bridge, heading to the front. He opened the door, and it was empty. He headed for the console to try and boot it up. The ship came to life, engine started, lights. It was like it was shutdown the day of the incident; ready to go. But he noticed a message, a hologram left behind.

He continued to check the systems, to make sure all was operable. The ship showed an alert; the hangar door would not open if they launched. Probably more of a power issue than a physical issue. He could probably reroute power to the door if need be, but that was probably good news. The ship was low on fuel and some other essentials, another few problems to be solved. Well, it was time to inspect the message.

 

[Vixley CM-01]

Vixley leaned over to the other console to activate the message and let it play. While, waiting, he walked over to the pilots seat and sat down, watching as it activated.

"Vixley, I'm sorry that it had to be this way," it was the Doctor, probably the last message he would ever have of him. "Within the... perimeters of your mission that I gave you, my death is meaningless to you. But, I hope what I have left you will be meaningful. If you are seeing this, I am dead. I don't know what happened to you after the attack, but I hope you survived with little to no damage. We... Took refuge in the ship, but the facility was in the CIS territory, and well, you can see they weren't really fond of us, being friendly to the dictatorship. We couldn't leave, where you fell... The way was blocked. And... We believe they did something to the entrance. The ship was finished, but we didn't have time to stock it. In the cargo hold, it has the funds you need to prepare it and yourself for the world. If you continue your mission, maybe... There will still be hope. Maybe this universe isn't doomed. Remember... We are searching for a place where we can live our lives in peaceful days. No wars, no stealing; a place that isn’t run by fear; a place where people can live, and actually trust other people."

 

[Vixley CM-01]

If Vixley breathed, he would sigh. His personality matrix perceived disappointment and grief, all at the same time. There really was nothing left, except... Well, if the Doctor stayed in the ship... Sadly, his skeleton may be some where aboard; another problem to deal with, however big depending where. But he has other things to worry about. While thankful for what the doctor left him, it was still a long way from accomplishing his mission. The Doctor had dreams and ideals that were ultimately impossible, especially for one man, a droid, especially. But this was his purpose, his, so called destiny. If you don't try, you fail by default. Failure only matters if nothing changed.

Vixley went back to the console and assest what he had. Highly Modified GX1 Short Hauler, now... Extra Long Hauler, if anything. Major extensions, additional bays. Advanced primary single weapon, advanced ground vehicle in bay, advanced medical bay... All this 'advanced' for a time long forgotten. Maybe even standard by now. Suppose, however, it was time to check in on the cargo, see what can be done with it. Maybe he could even get the facility repaired.

 

[Vixley CM-01]

"Computer, please state stardate." Vixley ordered as he spoke out, looking around the bridge to assess for any internal damage or anything that appeared off. Even though his sensors were slightly damaged, the ship just looked pristine, completely untouched. "The current time is unknown. HoloNet crash occurred some time in 835 ABY. MX-2 entered emergency shutdown sequence to preserve power in 847 ABY. Relevant and accurate information beyond 428 ABY is scarce. Connection to Laboratory Facility is Offline. Connection to Manufacturing Facility is Offline. A signal to connect to the HoloNet is found, but unreachable." It seemed as though there's been a lot of chaos, or a lot more since the time VIxley was initiated. If there's a connection to the HoloNet, but it's unreachable, it probably requires either a new frequency modulation, or an entirely new connection receiver. Probably best to get one new... last known information on holonet receivers says they were easy to acquire, hopefully that hasn't changed now. The cargo is going to have to wait, Vixley needs supplies. And... a Manufacturing facility? That will need to be checked.

"Computer, how much power is remaining?" Vixley asked. "Remaining power is substantial. Settings were changed to ensure the ship had adequate power upon start-up. At full power, the ship can run for -- -- a single week. Low Fuel detected." "Are we connected to the laboratory? Can we supply it with power? Can you give me any read outs on the facility?" The ships computer didn't respond for a moment as it scanned the laboratory with the connection it had, "Able to read the local connection from the Laboratory, please wait..."

 

[Vixley CM-01]

Vixley continued out of the bridge down the hall towards the medical facility, peeking in to see the room was entirely sterilized, the door probably hadn't been opened longer than the ships hatch. [i}"Assessment complete,"[/i] the computer sounded off. "Major and critical systems down. Cloning chambers shutdown from power loss, Cloning Chamber occupants within four and six read no life signs. Chamber four was damaged, perhaps the cause of the life sign readouts. Medical facility down. No power or data connection outside of facility, perhaps due to an unknown disturbance - damage found to cabling. Local Staff readouts lost. Main Entrance connection lost. Life Support system connection lost. Ship Hangar OK. Hangar Doors OK. Power can be fed to the facility, but launching the ship will disconnect us from the facility."

Think smarter, not harder. If the hangar the ship was in was undamaged, and the doors could be opened, his first job was to purchase some worker droids, some needed supplies, and repair the facility. This was going to be home base, then it had to be a home, and it had to function. Plus, Vixley was going to need to work out some way to connect to the rest of the local city - hopefully there was a local city6, or he'd have to make a whole new power plant. With a city, he'd need licenses more than likely. And then he needed a part to connect to the HoloNet.

"Computer, what is our current location?"

 

[Vixley CM-01]

"Pulling local data files... ... ...Current location, Planet Mygeeto. Jygat city. Affiliation unknown. Activity unknown."

"Well, I guess if we get stopped by any authorities, hopefully we can talk it out, or fight our way out... if we absolutely have to. It seemed those others got here safely, so let's check it out. Computer, can you open the hangar doors and lead us out?" Vixley asked as he finished with the medical bay and closed the door, turning back towards the Bridge, having to assess the other areas as they go... it was a decently large ship for a single man. "Local destinations without appropriate auto-guidance control require manual operation. The autopilot for this ship can only plot paths into hyperspace to manually set destinations. The hangar bay doors can be operated remotely." "Alright," Vixley nodded, opening the door to the bridge and walking in. "Turn all necessary transponders on, let's make ourselves look friendly and not trying to hide. Open the hangar doors." He continued, climbing into the bridge seat and grabbing the controls, reading their layouts. "Permit me access to read these controls, sending authorization..."

"Authorization accepted, opening hangar doors... please wait."

 

[Vixley CM-01]

Vixley began the start up sequence for the engines and had his helmet link up with the ship for better optics. "Immediately start scanning for anything locally recognized as a threat, but do not fire the weapon unless I say so." A Medic, designed for Combat, piloting a ship with minimal installed skills, in a ship with only a single weapon. Logically, the doctors ideals were in the realm of more saving, less killing, but what happens if we are the ones that need saving... barely have enough to protect ourselves... "The onboard computer has minimal functionality and a large variable of inaccuracy of the ships main weapon, it is recommended to have manual control of the gun. Recommended Crew size is between four and six individuals - organic or otherwise." "Just try and get me a connection to any local and active channels, we need to find a marketplace if one is nearby, or a nearby planet with an active population. Firing engines."

'Firing engines,' as if he was actually speaking to anyone. His personality matrix could be in itself hypocritical, making him think, but still follow programmed orders. As if sentient, but following protocols and variables. In the end, the only thing that mattered was continuing his programmed orders. After landing, he would need to check his currency balance, or trade something from the ship, and buy the most critical supplies. Then see about any labor droids, and construction materials. That was only the first step.