Nyx N1X3
Reaper in the Wings
Organics operated at the macro-level of time. Their every action at its most fundamental was measured by the second. What they created -- the cybernetic, the synthetic, the technological -- was not confined by the rigors of organic evolution. A second could be stretched into an eternity if the processing unit was large enough or powerful enough. Nyx's core was not so advanced, but every second could hold more than a single act.
As her ship swung into position, the Droid's red eyes gazed out the cockpit window before her. Electrical inputs flowed rapidly across the bridge between her and the vessel she piloted. Communication from the squadron's leader, Keira Cerdulan, could be heard with perfect clarity and any orders executed without hesitation. In the midst of that, however, the Droid beheld the endless expanse of space all around them. The nebulous cloud of gas spanning far and wide glowed with the light of countless, fledgling stars. Nyx once heard an organic describe it as 'beautiful.' What was beauty? And was a mixture of gas and light, purely physical processes, capable of invoking such awe?
That sub process of analysis continued as priority was given to the mission before them now. A large transport vessel carrying classified and important cargo had been waylaid by what was originally believed to be pirates. Far beyond the transport that hung in the void sat another, larger vessel that had no doubt deposited the fighters in the area. The distress signal had grown more insistent as time went on. Apparently the transport's condition continued to deteriorate under fire. Their first objective then would be to draw the enemy's attention.
"Scythe, Lead. Engaging target," Nyx's voice informed Keira as her ship peeled off and set off at full burn.
The movements of the fighters were laid out before her as well as their current flight paths and likely deviations once engaged. A fluid display that would shift depending on who was targetted, which would spur those around to react. It resembled a Human board game, but out here in the vacuum of space only the victor left the field alive.
Once they cleaned up the front line, they could carry through and take on the larger ship. Confronting that head on would be a challenge, but then their squadron wasn't known for taking the easy jobs.
Filed in the sub process running in the background, not yet entirely suspended in favor of combat routines, was the thought of a fire sight being 'beautiful.' Laser canons produced light. Would the exchange provide visual stimulation an organic would enjoy? If they were not engaged in the combat directly that is. Perhaps Nyx would ask one some day. Aesthetic appreciation was still something she had not quite grasped. However, for now she would be content with fulfilling the mission parameters.
[member='Keira Cerdulan']
As her ship swung into position, the Droid's red eyes gazed out the cockpit window before her. Electrical inputs flowed rapidly across the bridge between her and the vessel she piloted. Communication from the squadron's leader, Keira Cerdulan, could be heard with perfect clarity and any orders executed without hesitation. In the midst of that, however, the Droid beheld the endless expanse of space all around them. The nebulous cloud of gas spanning far and wide glowed with the light of countless, fledgling stars. Nyx once heard an organic describe it as 'beautiful.' What was beauty? And was a mixture of gas and light, purely physical processes, capable of invoking such awe?
That sub process of analysis continued as priority was given to the mission before them now. A large transport vessel carrying classified and important cargo had been waylaid by what was originally believed to be pirates. Far beyond the transport that hung in the void sat another, larger vessel that had no doubt deposited the fighters in the area. The distress signal had grown more insistent as time went on. Apparently the transport's condition continued to deteriorate under fire. Their first objective then would be to draw the enemy's attention.
"Scythe, Lead. Engaging target," Nyx's voice informed Keira as her ship peeled off and set off at full burn.
The movements of the fighters were laid out before her as well as their current flight paths and likely deviations once engaged. A fluid display that would shift depending on who was targetted, which would spur those around to react. It resembled a Human board game, but out here in the vacuum of space only the victor left the field alive.
Once they cleaned up the front line, they could carry through and take on the larger ship. Confronting that head on would be a challenge, but then their squadron wasn't known for taking the easy jobs.
Filed in the sub process running in the background, not yet entirely suspended in favor of combat routines, was the thought of a fire sight being 'beautiful.' Laser canons produced light. Would the exchange provide visual stimulation an organic would enjoy? If they were not engaged in the combat directly that is. Perhaps Nyx would ask one some day. Aesthetic appreciation was still something she had not quite grasped. However, for now she would be content with fulfilling the mission parameters.
[member='Keira Cerdulan']