<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=194682.msg11556033#msg11556033">Quote from: Mac84 on 18-08-2015, 01:15:15</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Maori stood triumphant, and was laughing heartily until she was whacked upside the head by Texas, carrying an overly large wooden mallet. Much like out of a Loony Tunes Cartoon. In reaction, a very exaggerated bump grew on the top of Maori's head as the girl looked up with watering eyes. Maori quickly started to bawl before turning to Effingham, and pointing at Texas. "(sniffle) E-Effie, She hit me!" She wailed like a small child. tears streaming down her cheeks. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Effie's response said so much about the heavy cruiser's mental model, as she knelt down and wrapped her arms around Maori, cuddling her almost like a mother with her child as she gave Texas a stern look. "Was that really called for, Texas?" she asked sternly. "You should know better than to hurt the little ones like her." she scolded her as she rubbed Maori's back and did her best to make the young girl feel better. "I don't care if you were being exasperated or whatever, you do not bully anyone smaller than you; especially someone who was a friend of mine back in the day."<br/><hr/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=194682.msg11556033#msg11556033">Quote from: Mac84 on 18-08-2015, 01:15:15</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">When Abbey accessed the Node, she would see the same thing that Arizona had saw. A complete, and total log of reports from the Fleeting dating the complete 17 years since Arizona has been assigned to the island, and subsequent "Flagships" After. The interface would tell her that all the reports are stored here, and were never accessed from another terminal, or location. Basically, the reports were sitting in limbo, doing utterly nothing. However, since her programs, and equipment were far more specialized than Arizona, or any of the other ships. She was able to break everything down code, by code. Line by line. In doing so, she would find something odd. A tracer that was not linked to the main interface, but to something else. It was like a signal that the Node was still active, or possibly when a report was sent. Yet, that second option was highly implausible since not one report has been re-transmitted in all that time that the forgotten Fleet has been stationed at that lone island. a quick trace of the line would direct Abbey's attention south, towards Antarctica.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Abbeydale rubbed her chin in thought. "Hmmm... how very interesting you are..." she murmured, tapping her fingers on one solid bicep as she began to make a copy of this information. "Now, that's the software side... what about the rest of you..." she murmured, as she knelt down, her hull form flashing a little as energy rings manifested around her, as she began to study the actual nanomaterials in the Data Node.