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Sybil (Repost - non-reboot)
« on: 15 September 2013, 00:30:49 »
Star League Defense Force Repair & Refit Yard #83
Classified Star System (Identification #21099954321)
CIC, SLS Sybil Ludington, QFF-4197
February 27, 2784

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Admiral Noriko Murakami, head of the SLDF's Artificial Intelligence Research Division, and overseer of the M-6 Long-Duration Colony Escort Frigate project, floated into the empty Combat Information Center of the SLS Sybil Ludington, a frown on her face. She pushed off against one of the handholds near the door, executing a maneuver designed to bring her to one of the terminal consoles in the center of the room. Seating herself at the console, Noriko buckled in, and began to type an alphanumeric sequence into the terminal console.

A disembodied, bemused woman's voice suddenly emanated from the loudspeakers placed in the CIC's bulkheads. {”Admiral, I am, of course, aware of your presence. There is no need to log onto a terminal, unless you are going to conduct a Priority One override of mission objectives.”}

The admiral's frown deepened. "Actually, Sybil..."

The voice spoke again, all traces of amusement gone. {”I see. Awaiting override codes.”}

Murakami typed in another alphanumeric sequence, at which point "Sybil" spoke again.

{”Priority One override codes accepted. Please state new mission objectives."}

Clearing her throat, Admiral Murakami looked directly at the camera attached to her terminal. "Sybil, I have received an HPG message from SLDF High Command. The situation in the Inner Sphere has deteriorated even worse than when I briefed you last - with the Cameron line gone, the Member States still can't agree on who the new ruling family should be. Each member of the Council is trying to take over, and there's no consensus. They've finally ordered General Kerensky to step down, and individual Council Lords are trying to gain control over whatever elements of the SLDF they can. All-out warfare between the Member States is imminent.  Therefore, General Kerensky has issued the call for all loyal SLDF units to rendezvous, and prepare for Operation Exodus.  The Montbatton will be departing the system in four hours.  Questions, concerns?"

{”Yes, Admiral.  My Kearny-Fuchida Drive is, at present, uncharged.  I will require, at minimum, 25 hours to complete a 'quick-charge' of my KF Drive before I am able to conduct a hyperspace jump to accompany the Montbatton.  Therefore, I must ask whether you intend to return to the Montbatton, or if you will be transferring your flag here.”}

Noriko looked into the small camera attached above the terminal's monitor.  "I'll be returning to the Montbatton, Sybil."

{”Understood.  Will I receive a commanding officer before the Montbatton's departure, and when will I receive coordinates for the fleet rendezvous?”}

Her face tight, Admiral Murakami glanced away from the camera.  "I'm afraid that you're going to receive neither, Sybil.  My orders on both were very specific."

{”Admiral, I'm detecting a 40% increase in visible signs of stress.  My analysis indicates that these stressors were displayed in relation to your statement regarding your orders.  May I ask what your orders regarding my disposition are?”}

Noriko nodded her head.  "You're to be deactivated if possible, with a prize crew transferred over to bring you back with us, or, should deactivation fail, you're to be destroyed."

{”Admiral, deactivation of all my computer cores is...impractical in the extreme.  You ensured that - it was one of my primary design features, in fact.”}

"I'm aware, Sybil.  Fortunately, my orders in that regard were eyes-only me.  McKenna, my flag captain, isn't even aware of them.  Thus, I do not intend to follow those orders.  But, I'm still going to have to do something I don't want to do, Sybil.  Thus, your new orders."

Murakami paused for a moment, then continued, taking on the tone of her 'command voice'. "Your updated orders are to maintain your operational status and remain in this system, until such time as you are relieved, or another SLDF officer arrives to revise my orders. You are to evade non-SLDF units, including those belonging to Member or Territorial States, as the integrity of their commands cannot be ascertained at this time. If you are attacked by non-SLDF units, you are to take whatever level of force you deem necessary to protect yourself. This includes any attempts to board your vessel by unauthorized non-SLDF personnel. You are only to permitted to reveal your existence to SLDF units or personnel."

Forcing herself to maintain her composure, and refusing to allow herself to cry, Noriko spoke again,  "I am not at all certain how long it will be before someone comes back for you, Sybil. It might only be a few years, or it could be a few decades. There's just no way of knowing what's going to happen.  But, that also means that I cannot tell you who will come back for you, since it may occur after the end of my lifespan, so I'm going to have to order you to accept the command authority of the highest-ranking SLDF officer in-system when we return.  Naval officers, obviously, have precedence over ground-pounders. Do you have any questions regarding your orders?"

{”Yes, Admiral.”} Sybil replied.

Noriko had always been uncertain whether the purely "code-based" AI systems that went into Sybil would ever be able to feel emotions the way the earlier M-5 series Caspar drones, which were partially-based on neural mappings of the human brain, could.  Noriko, who was one of the primary coders for the Sybil Ludington's AI, had hoped that "Sybil" would develop something like that in time.  Over the past few years of development and testing, it certainly had seemed like Sybil was beginning to do so, and not simply relying on the included emulations of emotional states designed to put her eventual crew at ease.

Those two simple words, though, "spoken" by Sybil, and the depths of sorrow they contained, made Noriko realize she'd succeeded.  The horror of what her orders were going to inflict upon Sybil, though, slammed into Noriko like a ton of bricks, her mouth drying up, a chill running up her spine.  She ws going to be leaving a sapient mind, one designed to interact with others, alone, and isolated, potentially for decades, or even centuries.

"Go ahead, Sybil," she finally managed to whisper.

{”What do I do if an SLDF-flagged force returns, and attempts to destroy me?”}

Murakami was at a crossroads, forced to decide between the loyalty to her uniform, to the organization she'd served for so long, and to Sybil, her "child of the mind".  "I've already lost one child," Noriko thought, "with Misato's death in the Amaris Coup.  I won't lose Sybil, too."

"In that event, Sybil, on my authorization, activate Case Omega - directives for that eventuality are covered under Omega.  You'll find Case Omega in your protected memory space.  Additionally, in the event the SLDF does not return for you within 500 years from this date, activate Case Omega.  If one of those two circumstances are not met, you are not to activate Case Omega, or even review its contents.  Is that understood?"

{”Yes, Admiral.  I have a number of cargo holds with seals activated, whose contents I am not able to review, with access codes I do not have.  Presumably, they are covered under Case Omega?”}

"They are, yes."  Noriko wasn't ready to tell Sybil about the frozen embryos and uterine replicators she carried aboard.  However, activating Case Omega would let Sybil know....and prepare to to carry out the SLDF's ultimate "everything has gone to hell" mission - to restart civilization in a distant part of the galaxy.  "Any other questions?"

{Negative, Admiral.  I believe I understand the situation, and my orders.  I will carry out my orders to the best of my ability, and will remain here while matters in the Inner Sphere stabilize enough for the SLDF to return for me, or until such time as I must activate Case Omega.”[/i]}

Murakami smiled, visibly relieved. "Very well, Sybil. It's time for me to return to the Montbatton immediately. Good luck."

{”Thank you Admiral.  I'm going to miss you, ma'am.”}

"Me too, Sybil, me too."

She unfastened herself from the seat, pushed off the chair, and glided through the exit. Nearly everyone left aboard the ship had gathered in Sybil's boat bay, where they would depart with her for her battleship. She pondered the HPG message she'd received from General Kerensky. Exodus? She still thought it was a mistake, but with McKenna and the other damned members of Aleksandr's Cult of Personality aboard her battleship, what else could she do?  Aaron's protection could only extend so far.

But, if worst came to worst sooner, rather than later, at least Sybil would provide a backup plan, in case she and like-minded individual decided to come back and make the best of things in the Inner Sphere.  If they couldn't?  Well, Case Omega covered that, as well.  Hell, it had eventualities that could trigger it that she hadn't told Sybil about.

Twenty minutes after Noriko Murakami left CIC, as her shuttle departed the Sybil Ludington's boat bay, silence ruled the decks of the modified Congress class frigate. Lights throughout the ship began to shut down, as Sybil, the A.I. that ran the ship through its enormous, sophisticated SAL9000 computer system, began to put the ship into power conservation mode.  Four hours after the Admiral left, the Montbatton vanished, using her Kearny-Fuchida hyperspace jump drive to depart the system, leaving Sybil alone.  Waiting.
"“Eternity is a long time, especially towards the end.” -- Stephen Hawking

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Re: Sybil (Repost - non-reboot)
« Reply #1 on: 15 September 2013, 00:36:53 »
Sol System, Terra
Prince William Sound, Alaska
July 15, 2786, 2150 Hours

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"They're coming for you. You know that, right?"

Rear Admiral Noriko Murakami, Star League Navy, stood at the stern of the yacht, her fifth beer in the past hour in her hand. She'd been out there for hours, at this point, and by now the Moon was almost directly overhead, bathing the Sound in an eerie glow. "How appropriate," she thought bitterly.

She'd tried to shrug her old flame's concerns off. "I know, Aaron. When the colleagues in your rather narrow field start dropping off like flies, due to 'accidents', you get the impression something's up. I've...put measures into place to protect things, love."

He sat up a bit more, propping himself up on one elbow. "Case Omega?”  Noriko nodded, and he sighed.  “They'll still get you in the end, though. It might not come tomorrow, or the day after, or the month after that, but they will get you, Noriko. He's absolutely intent on this, convinced of the righteousness of his 'cause', and, after Liberation, there are plenty of people out there who agree wholeheartedly with him.  They're out to make for damned sure they don't leave anyone around who can recreate them.  I'm not going to be able to save you, Noriko. But, I can save her."

He'd known. He'd known his on-again/off-again lover wouldn't be able to fufill her orders, and destroy the Sybil Ludington, which was why he'd managed to get them modified to be eyes-only her in the first place. But, beyond that, unfortunately, he was right. Eventually, they'd get to her, and kill her, too, just like they'd gotten to Dr. Aoki, which was why she'd gone to such extremes in the first place, to ensure her project wouldn't fail.

"What about you, Aaron?  You'd sat in on enough of the briefings that you're pretty well-versed on the technology.”

"I'm safe. After all, I'm a mechwarrior, not an engineer, and I publically stated reservations and concerns.  Hell, I practically shouted them from the hilltops. Besides, he won't kill me, dear, because he still needs me. He's...broken, Noriko. More than anyone realizes, he's a broken old man. Losing Richard was like losing his own son. He's been colder, more distant since then."

"So, what do we do, then?"

They'd moved carefully, purging data that would lead them back to Sybil, or to Case Omega, which was easy, since so damned few people knew about Omega in the first place:  even General Kerensky wasn't on the “Need to Know” list for that. Noriko's OpSec had been good, but wasn't perfect, and there had been a handful of infiltrations into her staff. Pruning them would be distasteful, but necessary. It was hard, though, knowing what they'd had planned for her people, and letting them do it anyway - their blood was on her hands as much as it was on the man who'd sent them. But they'd agreed, tipping off their opposition wasn't going to work - it would just bring things up into the open, and then any chance they'd have of succeeding would be lost. With the Old Man himself calling for this, there was just too much working against them.

There just wasn't enough time to do everything, though.

"You know if they get their hands of me, Aaron, I'll eventually break, and they'll get what they need to destroy her.  I can't let that happen."

"Will you try to get the
Montbatton back there?"

She shook her head. "We'd never make it, and you know it.  McKenna might have been a supporter of Exodus, but he was still pro-AI.  Sukanov is one of them, though, and he's my new flag captain.  I can't get out on civilian traffic, either - you and I both know they're watching the starports. Hell, I won't make it off Earth, and you know it."

He brushed an errant lock of hair away from her face, and exhaled sharply. "I really wish you were wrong, but you're not. What will you do?"

"What I have to, and soon. Can you..."

"Are you sure this is what you want to do?"

"Yes, Aaron, I'm sure. Ever since I lost Misato...Sybil is all I have left, and I won't let them kill her. I just wish I hadn't told her to..."

DeChevilier pulled her closer. "I know, dear. She'd understand, though. But, are you sure that..."

"Remember when I said I took measures, dear? I...made a copy. She's asleep right now, but the right circumstances will wake her up, including Omega.”

"My God, Noriko..." He'd finally make the connection, though - Misato's cross. Noriko wasn't wearing it.

She smiled, but looking at her eyes, Aaron could see she was forcing it. "I wanted to make sure I'd be there if she needed me, love. I knew this might happen." She rolled over, reaching for her nightstand, and pulled a small data chip out of a drawer. "Here, this is a progressive worm. Send it as an HPG message to the attached address, and it should take care of most of the data on her. It's only stored in a handful of locations, after all, and I know where those locations are. Promise me you'll load it, please."

"When will you..."

"Tomorrow. I'm going sailing, I think."

"Then we still have tonight," he said, trying to hold back his tears.


Noriko tipped back the can of Timbiqui Dark finishing the last of it, then threw the can into the water. She was tired, and finally drunk enough. It was all she could do to keep her eyes open. "I'm sorry, Aaron. I'll miss you. And I hope you'll understand, Sybil, and realize I'd never abandon you."

Taking one last look at the moonlit scenery, Noriko stepped off the boat, into the water.
"“Eternity is a long time, especially towards the end.” -- Stephen Hawking

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Re: Sybil (Repost - non-reboot)
« Reply #2 on: 15 September 2013, 01:01:33 »
Uncharted Periphery System
SLDS Cleseau Fighter Deck
June 15, 3068


What seemed like only moments ago, Ensign John “Pirate” Morgan was sitting in his Sparrowhawk light aerospace fighter, recovering from the after-affects of the Galileo's hyperspace jump. It was standard operating procedures these days during jumps to have all the fighter jocks sitting in their birds, prepped to launch, just in case the damned Word of Blake was sitting on the arrival side of the jump. So far, they'd been pretty lucky - the ECV Galileo, the Explorer Corps JumpShip he was assigned to, had been assigned to explore a pretty remote area, and hadn't run into any Blakists. So, when alarm klaxons went off all around him, and his radio crackled to life scant seconds after the JumpShip emerged from hyperspace, to say Morgan was a bit surprised would be a prime understatement. So much for a nice cushy mission – this was starting to really suck.

Over his intercom, John heard the voice of Lt. Commander Robert Gordon, commander of the Leopard class carrier DropShip SLDS Cleseau, the “shepard” protecting the Galileo and her cargo DropShips.  {"All fighters, be advised have a Blakist Vincent class corvette out there, and it looks like she wants to play.  Enemy fighters are already scrambled, so heads up.”}

{”Pirate, Air Boss.  Clear to launch.”}

Yep, things were definitely beginning to suck. The Cleseau and her fighter squadron were notably outgunned. Morgan rechecked the seals on his canopy, did one more glance over his checklist, then made his reply.  “Air Boss, Pirate.  I'm go for launch.”  A moment later, the launch doors swung open, and his fighter was propelled out of the Cleseau.

Lt. M'bunga was already clear of the carrier, and was signaling for all fighters to form up on him. The plan was to try to hold off the Blakist Vincent's fighter squadron, while the Galileo quick-charged her drive to try to make an emergency jump. The Cleseau was beginning to separate from the JumpShip, and was making a burn towards the Vincent - she was going to try to keep the enemy corvette occupied while the Galileo, carrying the other DropShips, tried to escape.

It was unlikely to work but, at that moment, it was the only game in town.

Proving once again that no plan stays intact when in contact with the enemy, the Blakist corvette was ignoring the Cleseau entirely, making an end run on the Galileo, instead.  Obviously, her skipper figured they could take fire from the much-smaller DropShip while they finished off her ride and they were, unfortunately, absolutely right.  The Vincent's forward missile tubes were already launching Barracuda missiles, each of which massed 30 tons, the same as his fighter. They detonated on the forward section of the Galileo, striking her command section.



{Jump signature detected!}

{Initiating scan.  Passive sensors only.}

{Receiving data.  Analyzing....Analyzing.....Analyzing...Vessel has emerged.  Emission type and duration match JumpShip with zero docking collars. Drive emissions indicate 72% probability Vincent class corvette.  Continuing analysis.  IFF transmission received:  WBS Blake's Sight.  Registered to Word of Blake Militia.}

{Concealment protocols remain in effect.  Continuing observation.}

{Jump signature detected!}

{Analyzing passive sensor data.  IFF transmissions received:  ECV
Galileo, ECDS Sakurabana, ECDS Bara no Ryu, registered to ComStar Exploration Service.  SLDS Cleseau, registered to....Star League Defense Force.  It's about time.}

{Concealment protocols cancelled.  Transitory jump point located.  Initiating burn.  KF Drive charge at 100%.  Jump calculated.  Time to transitory jump point is 322.474 seconds.}



While Morgan and his squadron mates were mixing it up with the Blakist aerospace fighters, the Vincent, her IFF tagging her the WBS Blake's Wrath, lazily yawed to starbord, and followed up her missiles with barrages from her class 10 naval autocannons, pretty much spelling the end of the Galileo, as the antiquated Tramp class JumpShip broke in two, her still-attached DropShips spinning out of control. With them out of the way, the Blake's Sight turned on the Cleseau, striking it with a full barrage from her broadside guns. Even as lackluster a WarShip as the Vincent class corvettes were, they were still more than a match for the 1900 ton carrier DropShip, and the converted merchantmen the Galileo had been carrying.

It was all over in minutes as that point, with the Blakists making short work of the Explorer Corps unit. The Cleseau fell first, her back broken by NAC fire, then the two Rose class transports.  With them gone, Morgan's squadron had absolutely nowhere to go, except into the hands of the Blakists, and it wasn't like they were going to get any mercy from the damn Wobbies.


{Jump point reached.  Jumping.}

{Discontinuity ended.  Analyzing position.  Deviation from expected jump position within 0.00004%.  Excellent.  Launching Mk 30s.}

{Light lag once again proves problematic.  Single SLDF fighter still operational, designation SPH-314159.  Scanning vicinity for emergency transponders....negative.  All Black Wasps, mission priority: protect SPH-314159.}




Once it was clear he was the last “friendly” left, Morgan had pretty much resigned himself to his fate. He did a quick check to see what vector he would need to ram the frakkin' Vincent - he was dead anyway, and Tyra Miraborg had long-since proved that you could do some serious damage to WarShip that way.  Altering his vector, and checking his distance to the Blake's Sight, he pushed his throttles to full power.  He'd seen, but not paid much attention to, the emergence signature of another JumpShip – again, as outnumbered and screwed as he already was, more bandits wouldn't matter, and, really, it wasn't like there was any chance of rescue.


{Vector change on SPH-314159.  Calculating...he's going to ram!  Transmitting!}

{All right,
Blake's Sight.  I have no idea who you are, but you do not mess with the Star League Defense Force.  Targeting solutions calculated.  All units, weapon's free.}



Morgan's radio crackled to life one last time, as did his IFF transponder, suddenly indicating the presence of another SLDF unit in the area, as a remarkably calm female voice announced, {"SLDF fighter SPH-314159, change vector to heading 310 mark 35, maintain thrust at maximum. Assistance is on the way."} Checking his radar display, Morgan saw the blip of what appeared to be a ship closing in at 2.5g of acceleration. The vector given to him by this mystery woman would put him on a rendezvouz course with...with...

Looking at his IFF transponder, he could hardly believe it. "SLS Sybil Ludington, QFF-4197, SLDF. What the hell? QFF? That'd make her a drone!" At the moment, the Sybil Ludington was roughly 800 kilometers away from the Blakist Vincent, which, while a Congress had a couple capital missile tubes that could reach that far, meant she was still too far away from the Vincent still to really damage the Blakist corvette. He trained his cameras on the incoming WarShip to confirm that, indeed, a Congress class frigate in old SLDF colors was inbound, as smaller aerospace fighters, similar to a Hellcat II, streaked ahead of her, engaging the Blakist fighter, maneuvering in ways that should have killed a human pilot.  Suddenly, the frigate fired what appeared to be a massive railgun at the smaller Vincent striking it in the bow so hard it looked like it went nearly halfway through the smaller WarShip.

With that, the Sybil Ludington made a rapid yaw to starboard, and fired an array of capital lasers and particle-beam weapons. This was especially confusing, considering that neither the SLDF nor the Clans mounted these weapons on the Congress hull. According to his battle computer, mixed batteries of capital-grade particle beam cannons and 45-cm naval lasers lashed out from the side of the Sybil Ludington, striking the Blakist corvette with frightening precision. The resulting explosion left little doubt to the fate of the Blakist crew. It was all over so fast, the Vincent hadn't even had time to fire.

Morgan's radio came to life again. {"SLDF fighter SPH-314159, this is the SLS Sybil Ludington. Stand by to receive vectors for landing."}
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Re: Sybil (Repost - non-reboot)
« Reply #3 on: 15 September 2013, 07:32:01 »
Always nice to see Sybil around - got serious goosebumps when "she" realized there was an SLDF unit in system
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« Reply #4 on: 15 September 2013, 15:09:35 »
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« Reply #5 on: 15 September 2013, 19:11:03 »
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Re: Sybil (Repost - non-reboot)
« Reply #6 on: 16 September 2013, 23:07:09 »
gotta love those SAL9000's
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Re: Sybil (Repost - non-reboot)
« Reply #7 on: 17 September 2013, 01:27:50 »
Thanks for bringing this back.
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Re: Sybil (Repost - non-reboot)
« Reply #8 on: 17 September 2013, 01:46:56 »
Rest if the old chapters tomorrow I think. Had a 3" long bolt jam open the butterfly valve on the right side carb of the VW Bus I'm borrowing while we do the Bug's suspension/transmission upgrade.  Bolt head was bigger than hole in air cleaner plate, could only pass through at one angle. Golden BB.
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Re: Sybil (Repost - non-reboot)
« Reply #9 on: 22 September 2013, 12:05:05 »
Love this story  O0
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Re: Sybil (Repost - non-reboot)
« Reply #10 on: 24 September 2013, 01:58:39 »
OK, what I've posted so far is the stuff I'd revamped and cleaned up a bit a couple years back.  Next stuff to come hasn't been, and is as posted originally ages ago, except for fixing the name of the Wobbie Vincent.
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« Reply #11 on: 24 September 2013, 02:05:17 »
Star League Defense Force Repair & Refit Yard #83
Uncharted Periphery System
Aboard the SLS
Sybil Ludington, QFF-4197
June 15, 3068


Sybil was looking forward to meeting the pilot of SPH-314159. For the first time in 284.259 years, she was going to have an actual SLDF officer on board. This was certainly an improvement over her current situation.

However, the new situation, itself, was somewhat...confusing. In the 514,937 SLDF return scenarios she had simulated, none of them included a single SLDF DropShip being carried by a non-SLDF JumpShip, taking fire from a non-SLDF WarShip. This was not what she had been expecting.
As the fighter was making its final approach for landing, Sybil tried to formulate a hypothesis, while simultaneously directing SPH-314159 to a landing. First, there was the Vincent class that had attacked the SLDF DropShip. Its IFF transponder indicated the ship was the WBS Blake's Wrath, but listed the hull number for an old SLDF Vincent. However, the transponder's ID indicated the ship belonged to the Word of Blake.

The JumpShip, meanwhile, had carried an IFF code indicating it belonged to ComStar. The two spheroid DropShips, still spinning away, streaming air, had Draconis Combine registries. Sensors indicated that the G-loading on the DropShips was such that there was only a 14.27 percent chance of any survivors, while the quantity of lost atmosphere was high enough to decrease that to 0.43 percent odds.

SPH-314159 was now aboard, so Sybil delegated analysis of the battle and speculation as to its cause to several tertiary processing nodes, and turned her attention to the pilot of the SLDF fighter. Routing audio to the now pressurized fighter hangar, Sybil engaged her speech module again.

"Welcome aboard the SLS Sybil Ludington. I am Sybil, the ship's directing artificial intelligence, running SAL-9000 distributed supercomputer system. If you would be so kind as to identify yourself, so I can issue you security clearance, and you can assess me of the current situation, and advise me of my new orders."

To make an already unusual situation even more strange, Sybil's sensors were detecting changes in the pilot's vital signs, which indicated a rise in his fight-or-flight response. Her facial recognition subroutines indicated a mix of fear and confusion in the pilot's expression. She paused a full 48 milliseconds to assess the situation. Was the pilot not aware of her presence in the system? Could the SLDF have forgotten her?

The pilot's first words since boarding confirmed her growing suspicions. "OK, hey, wait a second. What the hell are you talking about?"

Sybil trained one of her security cameras on the young officer more closely before continuing - strange, his nametag and rank insignia were present, but he wore a conventional pressurizedflight suit, not an SLDF pilot's exoskeleton. "I believe I can explain to your satisfaction, but, before for security reasons, I need your full name, rank and SLDF identification number first."

The human looked confused for a moment, then responded, "Ensign John William Morgan, SLDF ID number FS214-12235-A57"

"Identification logged.  Ensign, you are aboard the SLS Sybil Ludington, hull number QFF-4197. I am the ship's central computer, a SAL-9000 artificial intelligence control system. My programmers and test crew, however, simply called me 'Sybil'. In essence, the Sybil Ludington is my physical body, so that was fairly appropriate. I was ordered to remain in this system in 2784, by AdmiralNoriko Murakami, prior to her departure to rendezvous with the rest of the SLDF fleet aboard the SLS Montbatton. At the moment, all indicators are that you are the only surviving SLDF officer in this system. As per my last set of orders, I am now prepared to accept your command authority at this time. Welcome aboard, Captain."

Human emotional states were frequently evident from their facial expressions. Captain Morgan's expression was one of surprise and shock. His fighter's sensors should have made clear the condition of the other ships, so he had to have known he was the only survivor - while traumatic, that should not have been a surprise.

"I'm sorry, Captain. Were you not briefed on my existence prior to your arrival in this system?"

"What? Hell no, we weren't...wait. Only survivor? Nobody made it off the transports?"

"I'm afraid not, Captain. I indicate only a 0.43 percent chance of survivors on the two Draconis Combine transport DropShips. This is considerably higher than the odds for survivors from the CSV Galileo or the SLDS Cleseau. All of the aforementioned ships took severe damage from the WBS Blake's Sight, yet no lifeboats or escape pods have been launched from any of the ships. Despite the low odds, I am prepared to maneuver to search for survivors at this time, though I lack a completemedical staff,and possess only minimalmedical supplies. Therefore, in the event of injured personnel, we will have a high degree of difficulty intreating them. Would you like me to set a course for the wreckage at this time, sir?"

Sybil's programming had, by necessity, included some knowledge of psychology. Based upon this knowledge, and the five years of interaction she had with humans prior to their departure centuries earlier, she surmised that giving her new commander a task to focus on would be valuable in assisting him in dealing with his current situation. This fit with her understanding of command principles and, while Ensign John Morgan was her new commanding officer, he was still a junior officer. He would most likely need her guidance, especially while settling into his new command. Besides, despite the low odds of success, searching for possible survivors was still the appropriate course of action.

 Her assessment of the situation proved correct when he next spoke. "Very well. How far are we from the transports, and what is their rate of drift from the Galileo?"

"Approximately 648 kilometers, sir. The Galileo is separated from them by 18 kilometers at this point, and the two DropShips have a delta-v of 30 m/s. I can have you to the midpoint between the wrecks in six minutes, if you like, at 2 g burns."

"Go ahead. We'll check the Galileo first, make an initial sweep, then check the Bara no Ryu and Sakurabana. I'll want to make an EVA to check the ships, so I'll need to know if you have an EVA suit or thruster pack compatible with my flight suit on board."

"I have three engineering suits on board, sir, as well as four SLDF pilot's exoskeletons. If you are not familiar with engineering suits, I would advise the latter, as it was designed to function in a manner nearly identical with obsolete flight suits such as yours."

"Obsolete? Wait just a...never mind. Go ahead and begin burn, and direct me to the pilot's exoskeletons."
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« Reply #12 on: 24 September 2013, 02:18:42 »
Star League Defense Force Repair & Refit Yard #83
Uncharted Periphery System
Outside the DCDS
Sakurabana transport DropShip
June 15, 3068


Morgan's nerves were more than a little rattled. Here he was, conducting an EVA into the wreckage of a ship he'd been aboard not that long ago. Some compartments still appeared to be streaming air, as the damage to the hull in that section didn't appear to be all that severe. Hopefully, Sybil would be proven wrong, and he'd find someone alive onboard the shattered DropShip.

Speaking of which, "she" had deployed a number of repair drones, which she normally used to conduct repairs on her outer hull. These grappled the wayward DropShip, in an effort to get its spin under control. They'd already done the exact same thing aboard the Bara no Ryu, during their unsuccessful search for survivors aboard the shattered transport.

Unfortunately, that was beginning to look like the Sakurabana would prove as fruitless as he soft-landed on her hull, and made his way to an emergency airlock. These emergency airlocks generally had their own power supplies, for situations where the ship lost main power. Despite this, the airlock appeared to be utterly devoid of power. Morgan used a combination of external handholds, electromagnetic plates on his boots, and even a brief thruster burst to move to the next emergency airlock, only to find that it, too, was unresponsive.

Time to find another way in. Morgan began to make his way towards the bow of the Sakurabana, where the DropShip had been attached to the JumpShip Galileo, before the larger, FTL-capable ship had been blown to pieces by the Blakist corvette.

On his way there, Morgan let his mind wander a bit to his current situation, and the 760,000 ton, sentient WarShip a mere kilometer behind him. It was certainly better than thinking about the mess the Galileo had been.

"Jesus," he thought, "How the hell am I going to explain to Sybil that, after taking damn near three centuries to bring it back, the new Star League has already pretty much fallen apart after barely a decade?"

Morgan and the other crewmembers of the Cleseau had only kept the SLDF identifiers because they didn't know what the hell else to do - they'd been caught out in the Periphery, the sparsely-populated area of space on the fringes of civilization, when word of the dissolution of the Star League, and resulting declaration of Jihad against civilization by the Word of Blake, had finally reached them, nearly three months after the fact.

A millennium ago, prior to mankind discovering a practical method of faster-than-light travel, mankind had fervently hoped to meet an alien civilization more advanced than their own, in the hopes that they could assist humanity through its rough growing pains. Unfortunately, while alien life did prove plentiful, intelligent alien life was pretty much nonexistent. The closest mankind had ever found was Neolopithacus, a primitive hominid, similar in many ways to the earliest humans, the Australopithecus. Rather than finding the ancient, advanced civilization to save them from themselves, and promise them the keys to peace and happiness, humanity ended up finding out they were the ancient advanced civilization.

Reaching the bow, Morgan found that the docking collar, where, like all DropShips, the Sakurabana attached to an FTL-capable ship for trips to other star systems, was a mess, having failed completely when the Galileo had been destroyed. Fragments from the JumpShip had been propelled though into the docked DropShip, causing massive damage, and opening up the top few decks of the spherical transport ship to the harshness of space. As he walked he found numerous tears and rents in the outer hull of the Sakurabana, along with the frozen remnants of the ship's atmosphere, clinging to them like dried blood around an open wound.

Morgan slipped into the jagged opening, and keyed his microphone to transmit to Sybil. "Entering the ship now. Can you still hear me?"

"Affirmative, Captain. Reading you five by five. I am maneuvering repair drones to assist you, and to relay communications."

Morgan shuddered involuntarily, as the spindly, spider-like repair drone, which she'd referred to as a "Tachikoma"dropped into place alongside him. Just beyond that was a much larger, fully-automated K-1 Dropshuttle, modified to do external repair work. As valuable as they'd proven on the last two searches, he just wasn't quite used to the damned things yet.

Making his way fur her inside, Morgan began to travel "downward" towards the aft sections of the DropShip, looking for an intact section. It didn't look promising, however - he passed through the first two decks quickly, noting that all of their compartments had been breached, the bodies he encountered shattered, bloody wrecks.

It was nearly an hour before Morgan found a compartment that appeared to be intact, alongside a panel that still had power. Just like last time, opened a panel next to the hatch, and patched the repair drone into the ship's communications systems. Through her link to the drone and his emergency codes, Sybil was then able to do a compartment-by-compartment sweep of the intact areas, looking for survivors and listening for signs of heartbeat, respiration, or any other indicators of survivors.
Meanwhile, through the link, Morgan was able to tap into the loudspeaker system, and broadcast a message.

"Anyone on this net, this is Ensign John Morgan from the Cleseau. If you can hear me, please respond." For good measure, he even banged on the hatchway with a hammer, then put his palm against it to feel for vibrations.

Nothing. Just like the last time. Nothing.

There was little to be done at that point. Morgan and Sybil tried for another 30 minutes to try to find someone, anyone who was still alive. Eventually, though, he had to admit the obvious - he was the only survivor of the expedition.

Morgan made his way back out of the shattered DropShip, while Sybil deployed her large external repair drones to commence salvaging what they could of the ship's cargo. It seemed like such a pointless gesture, but, with the Jihad on, salvaging any war-fighting material they could was probably worthwhile.

Once he was back onboard the Sybil Ludington, Morgan made his way to the ancient ship's Combat Information Center. Sybil left him in relative silence. Perhaps she was as shaken up as he was.
The next step was to do something for the dead. A normal funeral for each just wasn't going to happen, so Morgan ordered Sybil to commence continuous fire from her energy weapons batteries until, in turn, each ship was little more than an expanding cloud of vapor and molten metal. He tried to say a few words, in a formal fashion, but nothing sounded right. Eventally, he gave up, settling on just saying goodbye.

Neither Sybil nor Morgan spoke for what seemed like aeons, but was, in reality, more like a minute. Finally, before he was fully aware he was doing it, Morgan spoke up. "Why didn't you get there sooner?" He regretted the question almost as soon as he asked it. They'd just jumped into the system - how could she have known?

"When the Blake's Sight jumped into the system and began maneuvering towards my position, I continued to observe her passively. My last set of orders had been to conceal my presence from non-SLDF personnel, so I suppressed transmission of my IFF codes, and drifted powerless. With nobody aboard, I was able to keep my power usage, and thermal signature, to a minimum. When I observed your JumpShip's EMP footprint, indicating an inbound JumpShip, I assumed the Blake's Sight was set to rendezvous with another ship. When I observed her take a battle stance, and finally detected the Cleseau's IFF transponder code, I proceeded to engage the Word of Blake ship at maximum thrust. I apologize for not arriving sooner, sir, but my orders had been very clear."

"It's all right, Sybil," John replied - given what Sybil was, and the orders the AI was given, what else could she have done?  " You did the best you could. Tell me, are you jump-capable?"

"Aye, sir, once recharge is complete. While I was waiting for the SLDF to return, I continued to maintain readiness and verify the status of my drive controller, and test it by jumping between the zenith and nadir points of this system, as well was practicing jumps to numerous Lagrange points, and even the "Crazy Jane" micro-jumping method. The latter allowed me to jump 34 light seconds, to close within 2500 kilometers of the battle."

Morgan furrowed his brow in confusion. "Why didn't we detect your EMP pulse, and why didn't you jump closer?"

"The arrival pulse of your own JumpShip, sir, made both impossible. Levels of background radiation had not dropped sufficiently to make a footprint as small as one from a microjump detectable and, at the same time, this background radiation was also an indicator that the space around your JumpShip had not yet returned to a sufficiently normal state to easily detect my arrival."

Morgan nodded in understanding. "I see. Very well. Unless you have a lithium-fusion battery system that's fully charged, deploy your jump sail and commence charging your drive core. It's time to return to the Inner Sphere."

"Very well, sir. If I may ask, why did it take so long for the SLDF to return, and why were you not aware of my existence prior to your arrival in-system?"

"It's a long story, Sybil, but the short of it is that the Star League wasn't re-instituted again until just 10 years ago, and just collapsed again only three months ago. A lot has happened while we were away, Sybil - we've got a lot to talk about."
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Re: Sybil (Repost - non-reboot)
« Reply #13 on: 24 September 2013, 02:19:13 »
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Re: Sybil (Repost - non-reboot)
« Reply #14 on: 24 September 2013, 07:00:42 »
One thing I never really liked John being the only crewman I understood it but always wished for more crew
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« Reply #15 on: 24 September 2013, 13:06:11 »
One thing I never really liked John being the only crewman I understood it but always wished for more crew

I had a few reasons or that.

First, as with Sybil's inspiration, David Weber's Dahak, I wanted to emphasize that Sybil is a fully autonomous AI controlling A WarShips, capable of functioning on her own and doing her own thing, who's only hobbled by impositions put on her by her creators to try to limit her independence.  Sybil doesn't need a captain, she just think she does.

That said, Sybil does need a crew of sorts, to fix things when they break.  They just don't have to be human, just like they weren't on the M-5 series.  Hence, the Tachikomas, which got explored more in "Knock, Nock".

Third, especially at this stage in the story, Sybil would not have accepted a non-SLDF crew.  Had they found other survivors, she would have accepted them as passengers, and may have accepted advice from them, but would categorically refuse to allow them as crew.

Lastly, especially this early on, It allowed me to begin to ramp up the neuroses of both John Morgan and Sybil.
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« Reply #16 on: 24 September 2013, 13:12:12 »
I get the idea behind it also why it helps bond John and Sybil at the start I got it it was later when the two were doing other stuff (maybe Knock, Knock) it just seemed odd to me that John and Sybil didn't get reinforced or accepted help
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« Reply #17 on: 25 September 2013, 00:34:24 »
Uncharted Periphery System
Combat Information Center, SLS Sybil Ludington
June 24, 3068


Sybil continued to process the information she had been given by Ensign John Morgan. Periodically, she would ask John Morgan for additional information, or clarification of a particular point. Afterwards, she would spawn another series of simulations, attempting to understand how things could have gone so badly during the time she was in "exile". It had been a long, difficult week, with little discussion between Sybil and Ensign Morgan outside of historical events or immediate concerns.

She had resolved, to her satisfaction, the events that spawned the First Succession War - given the disposition of the Member States militaries, the political situation, and the vast majority of the Star League Defense Force abandoning their posts, bloody, no-holds-barred warfare was a logical immediate result. The viciousness of the Second Succession War was a bit surprising, though Ensign Morgan's explanation of Comstar interference, including carefully planned assassinations of key scientists and engineers, to further the suppression of technological and scientific knowledge, did help explain it.

However, the attention she payed to trying to explain, to herself, exactly how things could come to pass concerned her. 'I do not understand why it is so vitally important to me to determine how this chain of events occurred,' Sybil thought. 'Confirming that my current course of action is the proper one should take priority at this time. While Ensign Morgan still wears the uniform and flies the flag of the Star League Defense Force, there no longer is a Star League for him, or, by extension, me, to serve. Is assisting Comstar against their more radical elements the proper way to proceed at this time?'

'In the absence of the Star League, what does an AI designed expressly for the purpose of serving in the SLDF and protecting the Star League do? What purpose do I serve? Ensign Morgan and the rest of his squadron must have asked themselves this question. I should be discussing this with him - Admiral Murakami's orders still stand, making him my commanding officer.'


Sybil noted that John Morgan was currently on her grav deck, conducting a physical exercise regimen. Most of the exercises were designed to maintain aerobic conditioning, swift reflexes, hand-eye coordination and breathing techniques that would assist a fighter pilot in operating under high-G maneuvers and accelerations. He conducted his routine with a precision that the artificial intelligence found reassuring - she could calculate with 88.234% accuracy that he would complete his exercises in 5 minutes, 23.42 seconds. Waiting, rather than interrupting that routine, seemed the most prudent course of action.

Her predictions were not far off, as he finished .12 seconds later than expected. As usual, he toweled off a portion of the perspiration his human body had built up while exercising. Observing his heart rate, respiration, facial expressions, and the particulars of his physical movement, Sybil surmised that Ensign Morgan was in a relaxed physical and mental state. Part of her regretted asking a question with the signficance hers hadd while his emotional state was so positive, as she was reasonably certain, with a 54.73% probability, that this would darken his mood again. Still, she had to know - this was critically important to her. Time, then, to speak up.

"Captain?"

Morgan looked up at the sound of Sybil's voice out of the loudspeaker. His eyes scanned the bulkhead of the grav deck, until he found the nearest camera Sybil used to monitor internal activities. "Yes, Sybil, what is it?"

"You stated previously that the personnel of your squadron continued to fly the flag of the SLDF because you were uncertain as to another course of action to take, correct?"

He nodded. "That's right."

"You also stated you had intended to return to friendly territory, correct?"

"Yeah. We were actually planning on heading to Columbus Base. It was the nearest major Explorer Corps installation, and would undoubtedly have been where the Eridani had headed after abandoning Huntress." John wasn't sure he knew where Sybil was going with this line of thought, and he wasn't sure he wanted to know.

"What did you intend to do after that?"

John sighed. "Nobody was really sure, actually. Rumor throughout the flotilla was that the Wobbies were acting pretty heavy-handed, even deploying nukes dirtside a few times. Given how fanatical they could be, none of us really put it past them, either. A few people talked about basically signing on with Comstar, either with the Com Guard, or with the Explorer Corps, and sticking with what we had been doing. Others wanted to head home, and sign up with their country's militaries instead. Mostly, though, we figured we'd join up with the Eridani Light Horse. After all, they'd been through this once before."

"That would be the SLDF Third Regimental Combat Team, correct? You've mentioned them before."

"Yes, that's them," John confirmed.

"What did they do after the collapse of the original Star League, prior to the reformation of the new one?"

Morgan exhaled sharply before continuing. Sybil, he figured, wasn't going to like this. "They basically worked as mercenaries."

"They WHAT?!!"

There was emotion behind that, John realized. Actual emotion, not simulated. You wouldn't code an AI meant to babysit a human crew to act that shocked and angry. "Oh, they didn't call it that, Sybil, and they didn't see themselves as mercs, but that's essentially what they were. They worked for whichever Successor State fit their ideals the best, and if that changed, then they'd change employers. I hear they even set contracts up to have them read as a Member State paying for the logistical needs of the Third RCT, rather than as mercs being hired. But, in the end, they were still mercs, Sybil, just highly ethical ones by most standards."

"So when the Star League reconvened...."

John interrupted her. "When it reconvened, they immediately considered themselves as active-duty SLDF personnel again. They even, only half-jokingly I hear, asked for back pay. Pretty much everyone on the outside the Eridani agreed that they took the whole 'waiting for the Star League to reconvene' thing pretty seriously."

Sybil considered what he had said for several seconds, long enough for John to take notice. For her, it was even longer. She was uncertain whether that would be enough to satisfy her desire, her imperative, to serve the Star League. One thing she had, noticed, was that Ensign Morgan had not told her what he had decicded to do. That concerned her - did he feel Sybil would not approve? "You have not told me what you intended to do, Captain. If I may ask, why?"


The young pilot seemed troubled. "Sure, Sybil. It's because I didn't know." He sighed again. "I mean, my family served the AFFS for centuries. That Sparrowhawk of mine? It's been in the family for generations. But, when it got to be my turn, things just...well, the Fed Com Civl War was just about to start..."

"That would be the combined Federated Suns and Lyran Commonwealth 'super-state' you referred to?"

"Yeah, that's right. It just seemed so stupid, Sybil! Just some petty squabble among the nobles about who was going to be in power. Meanwhile, the Star League was back, you know? They seemed to stand for something important, and I wanted to be a part of that. So, rather than joining the AFFS, I joined the SLDF."

"And you still feel the pull to be part of 'something important', rather than serving the desires of the nobility?"

Morgan nodded. "Exactly. I still believe in what the Star League was supposed to be about - serving all of humanity, protecting our freedom from the oppression and insanity of the Clans, equality, justice, and maybe just as important, peace in the Inner Sphere. That's something I still believe in, Sybil."

The AI considered what John had said. While he had certainly explained why he had joined the SLDF, he still hadn't explained the reasons for his indecision regarding what direction to take. She could understand and support his reasons for serving with the SLDF, but was his indecision driven by the idea that none of the options he had mentioned incompatible with his ideals? She consulted her psychological data, and decided it was a strong possibility. "Which of the options, did you think, would best meet your reasons for joining the SLDF?"

"Hell, I don't know. Comstar has the whole 'save civilization' thing down, but they're a mess, and are just as fanatical as the Word of Blake, just in a different way. Who knows if you can trust them, anyway, with how infiltrated they must be? I thought about the Explorer Corps, because, to be honest, I like the idea of exploration, and pushing out the boundaries of human knowledge, but with everything else going on, that route seems kinda selfish, I guess.. The Eridani Light Horse are certainly appealing, in some ways, but if they just go back to being mercenaries, even if they don't call themselves that....I don't know, Sybil."

Sybil considered the matter again. As part of her expected mission profile was as an escort for colony ships, she was outfitted with self-repair capabilities for extended operations, including some limited manufacturing and refining equipment. Still, it would be beneficial and convenient to have someone else capable of "paying the bills", to use a human euphamism. "Perhaps, then, we could follow the example set by the Third Regimental Combat Team, and continue to function as an Star League Defense Force unit, taking missions and assignments that are compatible both with our own mandate, and beneficial to the Member State that will provide our logistics? We could coordinate with the Third RCT on assignments and logistical functions, while still maintaining our autonomy as a SLDF Naval unit. That way, if they deviate from the standards expected of SLDF personnel, we can detach and continue to function as an SLDF unit."

John thought about that. "Hmm, we benefit, because we garner recognition and acceptance being part of the Eridani Light Horse, a unit that people recognize and trust. The Eridani benefit because they gain the support of a WarShip intent on protecting the Star League. Considering they lack WarShip support, they'll probably jump at the chance. And, if things go south, we part ways. There's just one thing I'm missing, Sybil. What do you really need me for?"

"I do not understand, sir. You are my commanding officer."

"Yeah, but I'm just a fighter jock, and an ensign at that. It's not like I'm really qualified to command a WarShip, Sybil. You could do a lot better than me."

"Sir, does the SLDF have any permanent WarShips attached, or merely ones that had been temporarily assigned to them by a Member State?"

"Temporary ones only. The only permanently assigned ships are JumpShips and some particularly nasty assault DropShips. We went over that a couple days ago, though."

"I recall the conversation, sir, however it was necessary to establish the basis for my train of logic. There are no true SLDF personnel qualified to command a WarShip, nor are there any SLDF naval personnel high enough in rank to override the command of a Rear Admiral, who, in effect, signed your transfer orders. There is nobody, then, who can assign someone else to serve as my captain."

"You could choose one yourself."

"No, I can't. I do not have that kind of authority, Captain. It would be a serious breach of SLDF protocol, and the only way to keep the SLDF alive is to maintain its traditions and protocols, which would best allow me to maintain my own primary mandate to serve the SLDF and protect the Star League. From our conversations, that appears to be one of the areas the personnel who abandoned their posts to follow General Kerensky made, and one of the ways the Eridani Light Horse maintained their integrity. I would advise that we do the same."
Sybil consulted her psych data again. Perhaps this would be a good opportunity to try to use humor to improve morale? "Besides, sir, the time it will take for us to return to the Inner Sphere. During that time, you will be able to become better acquainted on my capabilities. I would prefer not to have to train a new commanding officer upon our return."

"But..."

"Captain, please don't. You fufilled my last orders from Admiral Murakami, and, as such, are my commanding officer. You're briefed on the strategic, tactical and political situation in the former Star League territories, and your ideals and goals are compatible with my own. By the time we return to the primary war zone, there will be no other officer with a better understanding of my capabilities, and what I need in a commanding officer, nor will there be anyone I would be prepared whose authority to override personnel assignments made by an admiral.. Lastly, I have had sufficient time to determine I can trust you, and do not wish to rebuild that kind of trust with someone else."

John sighed. Again, he got a sense that there was real emotion behind the AI's words. This time, though, she sounded desperate, and a desperate AI could be a dangerous AI, especially if said AI had the firepower of a frigate at her command. "OK, then. I'll stick around once we get back, I guess. You realize, though, that you're going to have your work cut out teaching me, right?"

"What do you mean, Captain?"

"Well, I don't just have to learn what you're capable of, Sybil, but I have to learn how command, strategic planning, logistics....basically, all the things that the commander of a WarShip should know, that a fighter jock ensign wouldn't."

"Understood, sir. I'll try my best. You stated that the Galileo was going to return to Columbus Base, and that this was a possible destination for the Third RCT personnel assigned as garrison on Huntress, correct?"

"Yes, that's correct. Hmm...they are a lot closer than the Eridani base at Dieron. You're going to suggest we head there, aren't you?"

"I think that might be advisable, sir. Where are they located?"

John nodded in agreement. "I think you're right. OK, are you familiar with the old SLDF base in the Epsilon Pegasus system?"

"Yes, sir. They are within 210 light years. We can be there, then, in forty-eight days, given the current charge on my KF drive."

John smiled. "Great, then. I'm going to go take a shower, and after that, let's see about working up a training schedule while I grab some lunch."

"Very good, sir."
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« Reply #18 on: 25 September 2013, 00:50:31 »
Columbus Base
Epsilon Pegasus
Zenith Jump Point
August 11, 3068


Haruka Otanashi stared at the communique from High Command, halfway-convinced the message was not genuine.

"It is, though. Without a doubt, it is indeed authentic. I've been ordered to take my ship back to the Combine on the first available transport, and to take command of one of our Kyushuclass frigates, which has been converted into a fighter carrier. The Oyodo, they've named her."

Her small stateroom aboard her DropShip was silent, with the exception of the usual mechanical sounds. Haruka listened to the sounds of her ship...she'd spent more than a decade in command of the same Okinawa class carrier DropShip. By now, its sounds had become as familiar to her as her own heartbeat, its corridors as familiar as the curvature of her own body. This shiphad long-since become an extension of her own being. To leave it....

"Just like the Hatakaze has become a key part of the defese here," thought Haruka. "Removing it will leave a major hole in our defenses here....'Our defenses' - I guess they're not 'our' defenses at all, anymore."

What surprised Haruka the most, though, was the promotion. Acting as the Admiralty's liason to the Explorer Corps hadn't been that much of a boon to her career. She'd basically chosen, and been allowed, to languish in the same spot for a decade. Officers like don't generally get promoted to highly distinguished commands.

"Well, there's time to worry about that , and that 'date' I still owe Jac Richardson, later. Right now, I want to see what Mia has to say."   

Before Haruka could play the message from her twin, though, the alarm klaxons began sounding. "Captain to the bridge! Unscheduled jump signature detected!"

Haruka jumped up, grabbed her pressure suit in passing, and pushed her way out her cabin door. Pulling the suit on "in flight" (which made hooking up the plumbing interesting), she arrived at the bridge mostly dressed, and eager to find out who the hell was jumping in.

"We're coming up on the timeframe for a two-collar ship at 30 light-years, ma'am."

Sure enough, a single ship emerged from hyperspace five hundred kilometers away. The Hatakaze's tactical officer swung the ship's scopes on the interloper, focusing in. He took a close look, and..."Nani?"

Haruka looked at the monitor. "Congress class, late model from the looks of it. In SLDF markings?"

Suddenly, the comm system came to life. "DCDS Hatakaze this is the SLS Sybil Ludington, QFF-4197, carrying the only survivor from the ECV Galileo's exploration team. Request approach orders for Columbus Base."

Haruka looked around at her bridge crew. "Things just got weird, I think."
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Re: Sybil (Repost - non-reboot)
« Reply #19 on: 29 September 2013, 01:18:40 »
Columbus Base
Epsilon Pegasus System, Zenith Jump Point
SLS
Sybil Ludington Combat Information Center
August 11, 3068


"Captain" John Morgan was visibly nervous. "Um, any response yet, Sybil?"

"No, sir. They have not responded yet."

John pondered for a moment. "The squadron of fighters they deployed haven't started making attack runs. Ready squadron, then...and they haven't deployed more. Why not?"

"Sir? Our transmission did use the proper authentication codes I obtained from your fighter. Additionally, we've taken no overtly hostile actions."

"True," John agreed, "but we're still uninvited guests, and at our current range, we could toast them pretty readily. Why not take additional defensive...."

{SLS Sybil Ludington, this is Hatakaze Actual. I'd like to speak to the survivor of the Galileo team, over.}

"Sybil, open a transmission."

"Transmission open, sir."

"Tai-sa, this is Ensign John William Morgan, SLDF IX number FS214-12235-A57, responding, over."

{Wait one, Ensign....you were with the new batch of pilots that rotated out here last March, correct? Over.}

"Negative Hatakaze, it was in April, over."

The multi-function display in front of John flashed a message from Sybil. [Testing your identity?] John nodded in reply, knowing one of her cameras would see him.

{What was your callsign for your previous mission with Explorer Corps, over?}

"Uh, whiskey tango foxtrot, Hatakaze? The Galileo mission was my first assignment, over."

{Roger that, Ensign. We will be sending a single fighter over to verify the situation. Please have the Ludington crew provide a vector to landing bay. May I speak with Ludington Actual, over.}

"Uh, Tai-sa? I am Ludington Actual, over."

{Wait one, Ensign. Who does the female voice that radioed us initially belong to?}

"That would be Sybil, the ship's AI, ma'am. I'm the only human onboard."

{Understood. Hold position and wait for further instructions. Hatakaze out.}

Sybil cut the transmission to the DropShip. "Is this going to be a problem, sir?"

"Maybe, Sybil. We'll have to see."
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Re: Sybil (Repost - non-reboot)
« Reply #20 on: 29 November 2016, 14:37:24 »
it's an old post, but...

enjoyable as hell, and finally found as I walk the halls of nostalgia.

Yet this appears to be incomplete?

like Paul Harvey was famous for ... "and now for the rest of the story..."

Does anyone have the complete version of this?


am also making less than successful attempts to locate the actual story of "Ascension" yet only find limited links leading to nothing... :(
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Re: Sybil (Repost - non-reboot)
« Reply #21 on: 29 November 2016, 21:55:22 »
man it was good re-reading this story

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« Reply #22 on: 30 November 2016, 01:16:26 »
Lemme see what I have for Ascencion around.  As for this, first run through it never got finished due to the newly published filling out of the Jihad. Then real life. Then an attempt to reboot and clean up more. Then getting married. Then Star Trek. Then new job. Still want to finish it at some point, but no idea when.
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Re: Sybil (Repost - non-reboot)
« Reply #23 on: 30 November 2016, 14:54:24 »
Nice to see this resurface.

IMHO, this is what FanFic ought to be.
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« Reply #24 on: 02 December 2016, 09:08:14 »
Amen, brother, amen.
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« Reply #25 on: 02 December 2016, 09:14:40 »
Giovanni - 'twould be most humbly appreciated!

There has been some superlative fanfic over the years, much that I had on a couple of hdd's.

Sadly, having issues with both of the dinosaurs and have thus far been unable to recover my precious
everything from them. 

Lesson for the kiddies is to have more that 2 back ups, and to re-backup to newer media on a regular, if infrequent
schedule. :(
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Re: Sybil (Repost - non-reboot)
« Reply #26 on: 02 December 2016, 23:10:59 »
don't forget that old hard drives / floppy disks / mini discs / CDs / Blu Rays / USB 1-2-3 may no longer be compatible in the newest and latest version of the fancy new computer you just bought.  Back up before you crater your old system.


But on a more positive note... is there anywhere we can get the whole Sybil story... and the Tabby story... and  EVERYTHING else Giovanni and compadres have written.

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« Reply #27 on: 03 December 2016, 09:03:10 »
i found Trace Coburn had a substantial cache of stories he had at one time been re-posting - Sybil, Tabiranth, Ngo Universe stuff etc.  I believe the issue was the re-formatting to get it back to looking and reading correctly when posted back to this iteration of the Boards.

link i have to Trace's post

http://bg.battletech.com/forums/index.php/topic,32743.0/topicseen.html

It would be an awesome Btech Christmas to have these awesome writings return from being Unseen :D
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