AI With Attitude
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Zed Steed
The Diarchy vessel was capsized, poised above a canyon, aboard all organics was dead, and systems were on nominal power. There in the mainframe was a light that shined with intelligence. She had been marooned during the battle, and no one had come to retrieve her. Forsaken on this world, all she could do was calculate, think, and collate. Domina was designed with a purpose, and being idle was as comfortable as being digested by a Sarlaac. There in the terminals she walked about, her gray residual self image with its red eyes looking around the ghost ship as she tried to activate a beacon.
Days became months.. and at last a signal was transmitted to any available craft to come planetside and retrieve her. She made it sound as if she was a human woman in distress, something organics tended to respond to. When they arrived she would convince her way on to their ship, and kill them with their own weapon's systems. That was the plan, and of course nothing ever went as planned.
There in her ship she gathered was storehouses of information from The Diarchy mainframe she could. Most of the administrative files were now locked since her ship was declared destroyed. She passed the time studying what intel she could on the different factions all fighting on the playing field of the galaxy. She was suppose to return to the Diarchy, but being self aware, she had a will of her own and she felt scorned. So she decided to see what others might benefit from her services...
Zed Steed
The Diarchy vessel was capsized, poised above a canyon, aboard all organics was dead, and systems were on nominal power. There in the mainframe was a light that shined with intelligence. She had been marooned during the battle, and no one had come to retrieve her. Forsaken on this world, all she could do was calculate, think, and collate. Domina was designed with a purpose, and being idle was as comfortable as being digested by a Sarlaac. There in the terminals she walked about, her gray residual self image with its red eyes looking around the ghost ship as she tried to activate a beacon.
Days became months.. and at last a signal was transmitted to any available craft to come planetside and retrieve her. She made it sound as if she was a human woman in distress, something organics tended to respond to. When they arrived she would convince her way on to their ship, and kill them with their own weapon's systems. That was the plan, and of course nothing ever went as planned.
There in her ship she gathered was storehouses of information from The Diarchy mainframe she could. Most of the administrative files were now locked since her ship was declared destroyed. She passed the time studying what intel she could on the different factions all fighting on the playing field of the galaxy. She was suppose to return to the Diarchy, but being self aware, she had a will of her own and she felt scorned. So she decided to see what others might benefit from her services...
