Ultimatum walked through the cargo hold. He had a mental list of the entire ship's cargo. It was important to keep track of what was used and how much they had left. If they ran out of food then there would be some problems. Fortunately he had kept a supply of military rations aside for emergencies. He hoped that the organics would not have to feed off of them, he had heard that their taste left much to be desired.
It went quickly, there was little except to check over and make certain that nothing had been taken. All was in order and Ultimatum soon moved back to the bridge. Another couple dozen hours or so to go. This would be a long trip, but well worth the wait. He kept himself busy by continuing to record a log of the events thus far. For starts he had picked up two passengers. The supplies were full. The first stop was not far away, in space travel terms. In reality they were moving faster than light, a feat believed in the old days to be impossible. Yet here they were, moving between stars and planets at speeds that boggled the mind.
Looking out the window he did not marvel at the scene of stars traveling by so fast that they were merely blue streaks. He did not like this view. He preferred to see the stars when almost stationary. Seeing something at high speed did not allow one to enjoy its beauty, it just made one lazily see it as they continued on with their work. It was a sign that organics had become too complacent. They no longer cared about what could be seen in the world around them, simply jumping about without actually looking at what surrounded them. He wondered if they would even notice one of the stars going out without a computer or warning system to tell them.
This was going to be a long trip. He could not allow himself to think in such ways so close to organics. It might make him somewhat less hospitable.
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At last the ship exited hyperspace. It had felt like... well only a number of hours. Ultimatum could not say that it felt like an eternity, he could not become disillusioned in such a manner, his internal clock made certain that he was always aware of passage of time.
The droid sent the message over the intercom, knowing that more than likely the jolt into realspace would send the message more clearly than anything he said over the intercom. He then waited by the loading ramp, he hoped to talk to them and tell them of what he planned. He expected that the organics would want to stretch their legs and perhaps sight see. He had never been here and wanted to see some of what it was like, though he had most of the information on the place in his databanks ready for reading when he had the time. He however did not want them getting left behind or lost, from what he had read so far this was not the safest place to be, though it certainly was not the worst.
[member="Lady Kay"] [member="Ryn'Dhal"]
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