"I would recommend maybe not plugging the UAT-5 adapter cable into th-" The lights flickered as a loud electric pop reverberated through the computer core's compartment. "Well." Trevi said, sounding as disgruntled as a VI possibly could. "I see you plugged it in anyway. Perhaps you should listen to the virtual intelligence that runs your ship. I am far more intelligent than you. Virtually of course." The robotic being giggled.<br/><br/>Jrax'eer rested upon his knees before the navigational data storage core's internal console, the remnant of the minor shock still throbbing in his hand. The large orange cable lay sprawled across the floor and he picked it up again. "Ok Trevi, where would you like me to stick it?" The hostility was plain in his gritted voice, although he did manage to swallow some of his more choice words.<br/><br/>"Now now captain, no need for such an abrasive attitude. Please plug the cable into the port three up and 5 to the left of the one you, so foolishly, tried to apply it to previously."<br/><br/>The thought of launching the VI unit that held Trevi's personality into space crossed his mind, but alas, he was too useful. Thankfully, the new mute function that Jrax'eer had installed worked marvelously. "Very good." He plugged the cable into the correct input port. "Now run a compatibility check on the erasure protocol and the core itself. I triple checked the programming, but you never know." Jrax paused, stroking his stubble in thought. "List out the parameters of the failsafe as well. I want to make sure I didn't miss anything."<br/><br/>Trevi sighed loudly in melodramatic exasperation. "Captain do I really have to? I've done this at least four times."<br/><br/>"Yes Trevi, yes you do." Jrax smirked a bit. "I'm sorry did you have anything else on your agenda today?"<br/><br/>"As a matter of fact captain, I did. There is quite the long list of things to do and people to see while I'm stuck on this rickety ship with an overgrown reptile and his insanely demanding fleshling counterpart."<br/><br/>Jrax stood up, a look of bemused shock crossing his features. "Well… That was just rude."<br/><br/>A garbled noise came from the intercom. "The list is as follows… Master."<br/><br/>A long list of failsafe parameters and requirements sounded through the room, ranging from "in case of tampering" to "if Jrax is taken prisoner", as Jrax fiddled with more wires and mechanical components. The list ended after about three minutes and he deemed the small project to be a success.<br/><br/>The coming weeks would be a delicate matter and taking proper precaution was important to both Ama and Jrax. With both star maps uploaded into his personal nav system, either empire getting their hands on it could mean devastation, neither of them wished to risk that scenario. After the discussion between Ama and Jrax about these possibilities, Jrax'eer set to work on, what he called, the Erasure Protocol. What this would do is delete the Drakolexian charts from the nav computer if one of many parameters were met. It took a number of days, but utilizing Trevi's assistance he managed to complete the task. A copy of the Drakolexian charts was left on the planet where the small carnivorous rat lizards they lovingly called "Nibbeys" spawned from. The trip to the planet's surface only helped to remind Jrax of how very annoying the small creatures were.<br/><br/>"Thank you Trevi. I think that about does it." He removed the safety gear that he wore. "I'll run a few more scans later, but I'm confident."<br/><br/>"Well that's wonderful. I'll be sure to keep myself busy with tending to my overwhelming apathy."<br/><br/>Jrax'eer just laughed at the VI's comment. "That's nice. Perhaps if you're not too incredibly busy with that you can scan some of the surrounding systems. I'd prefer not too get ambushed by some kind of pirate faction that made their way out here." Jrax turned to walk out of the computer core when he saw Ama leaning on the doorway's threshold.