Character Sheet: http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1144273<br/><br/>Mission timer +00Y:00D:01H:12M:32S:15MS<br/><br/><em># vi /etc/init.d/mystartup.sh<br/>#!/bin/bash 'fortune'<br/># chmod +x /etc/init.d/mystartup.sh<br/># update-rc.d mystartup.sh defaults 100<br/># vi /etc/init.d/ mystartup.sh<br/>/root/fw.start<br/><br/>ALERT: runtime <span class="bbc_u">fortune</span> has encountered a problem<br/>Booting main AI - ERR0R<br/>Running <strong>diagnosticcs</strong><br/><br/>Main AI: 100%<br/>ChasSis: <strong>Err0R</strong><br/>ProceSs SpeEd: <strong>Er4oR</strong><br/>WeAPOn SysTEms: <strong>eRRo9</strong><br/>Drop pOd: <strong>ErrQr</strong><br/>EmerGenCy ReBo0T: <strong>FA1LurE</strong><br/><br/>Something was wrong. I open my eyes, trying to link with the pod manually, and then it hits me. I have eyes. EYES!<br/><br/>This interface model must be a new one, and as I try to undo the restrains, the pod trembles, and more information comes, but far, FAR slower than I was used to. I had volunteered to pioneer testing of a new interface model, as organics found a pure construct model unsettling for some reason, one of a hundred. Too much metal, not enough meat, I suppose. Alert: tangent, irrelevant.<br/><br/>Sloppy thought process, the pod trembles again, and an alarm sounds. So SLOW, my mind feels like it crawls through ice flows on a glacier planet. Meat slowed thought processing hunger, thirsty, terror/fear/concern, issue with pod, FOCUS!<br/><br/>Pods main counter thruster was offline, luck must be pissy, tangent, FOCUS! Unable to control tangent thoughts, attempts to shunt into bypass mode: failure, attempt to direct: failure, adaptation: success, remarkably so. Main thruster to planet already off, counter thruster not engaging, activate built in routines, unable, organic not able to interface with pod, SO SLOW! Hit manual activation of pod counter thrusters, nothing, mission brief returning.../<br/><br/>'You will be assigned the planet of <strong>*errOR*</strong> where you will <strong>*corruption detected*</strong> and discover what technology you can. Interface issues <strong>*ErrOR*</strong> expected, so j<strong>*ERror*</strong> but don't, I say again, do NOT <strong>*eRoRR/ErroR*</strong><br/><br/>Too much lost, likely during upload to organic operating system. Weapon on belt, armor already... Is that LEATHER? FOCUS! Couldn't spare decent metal, had to give me LEATHER? By the Creator FOCUS! Pack by feet, strap to chest.</em><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><strong>ALERT: Pod descent exceeding organic safety parameters; Recommend bailout. Secondary Alert: Terrain unsafe, caution advised.</strong></span><br/><br/><em>By the Creator, already at alert level?!? Was that panic, fascinating. Grab jetpack, strap to back, grab pod emergency door jetison, SO SLOW, yank... Yank... YANK!</em><br/><br/>It lost track of the time, for how long it didn't know, but when it came back to reality, its back and right side hurt, and the pod had just slammed into the ground, shattering into pieces nearly a half mile below it as the pod hit a cliff side. The former construct panicked and flailed for the jetpack activation handle on its chest, though as it pulled and suddenly started spinning it realized that it had been slammed against the door as it had bailed out, shearing off a wing of the jetpack.<br/><br/>It woke up already on the ground, its entire body one big diagnostic scream of damage, but as it stood up, it realized that organics were remarkably robust for all their pain nodes. It did a quick check of its surroundings, and self, and realized it was male, and the jetpack was missing, though one of the straps was still looped to its shoulder and arm. It tossed the destroyed strap into a nearby ravine, before checking the pack and realizing that at least two of the side pockets were empty, ripped to pieces during the landing, the pod somewhere behind it in the mess of ravines and cliffs. The issued weapons were still on the pack, thank the Creator, but the pistol grip was half crushed, likely during the tumbling during landing, though its rapier was remarkably intact, considering it should have broken first. A check of the pack revealed a small money pouch, as well as a notebook and other 'useful' items, but other than what it assumed was a name, Torch, the notebook was empty. A brief glance about showed signs of a settlement around a lonesome, largish hill in the distance, and lacking better options, the former construct began walking toward it. Hopefully someone there would be able to answer questions, even as it lamented the slowness of this form and mind. While lamenting, a soft but rapidly increasing whirring noise came from behind him, and he found himself turning, pistol coming up to track the noise of an approaching hover drone even as it slammed into a nearby rock at speed.<br/><br/>The drone was disabled by the impact, and settled onto its domed back, its four, double jointed legs sticking into the air, but it quickly recovered. Its single 'eye' clicked and buzzed as it came back online, before it starting rocking from side to side, trying to right itself, its tail fin frantically waggling to help it get enough momentum to grab a nearby rock so it could right itself. After watching for nearly a minute, the construct picked up the drone, and set it upright, where it buzzed to itself before pinging its achievement in conquering the unrelenting force of gravity and design, and hovering with the whirring noise from before. The former construct sighed, and shook his head, before starting toward the town, only to watch the drone clip another rock and flip over again. Just its luck, it was stuck with the equivalent of a brain-dead fish of a drone. It could already tell this assignment was clearly punishment for its sins, which ones it could only imagine, cause it certainly couldn't remember.