Dead Planet Part One

The second android turns and looks as it hears Kranot speaking, "Welcome! Are you crew? I did not realise there was a gynoid on board."

"I am Pander, T.U.R.I.N.G. series 4. I am having trouble raising any of the crew or indeed, finding out what happened. Can you assist?"

Is it just me or is that scream getting closer? Trevor goes to the door to the bridge and keeps watch on the hallway outside the bridge holding his crowbar at the ready.

"I was hoping it was my imagination." Carter says, looking extremely uncomfortable and unsure as to what to do with himself.

The overwhelming feeling of dread is clearly starting to affect Alicia. Her breathing is suddenly much deeper, and she's not really looking forward as she walks as much as she's staring at the floor, just following everyone.

The bizarre situation in Command doesn't seem to affect her as much, that particular room being so much more spacious than the hallways. Still, the whole situation is macabre. Drips of sweat start to slide down her face, and when the other scream can be heard again, she grips her crowbar to the point where her palm starts to hurt. "Goddamit..." She whispers, more to herself, but still loud enough for anyone to hear. She looks at her crewmates and forces a forced smile. "Let's make sure it doesn't to us, yeah?".

She nervously approaches the two gynoids and interjects the conversation. "So? Can you help it?" She asks Turing, as she looks around for vents or anything weird in where something could crawl in.

Kark, best we don't linger here.

Akira pinches the bridge of his nose, as much a gesture of concentration as it is of disgust of the androids in their untidy condition.

"Hello Pander, could you direct us to the ship's log and databank acces?"

"Certainly, you may access from here," somewhat unsure of himself, Pander indicates the workstation.

"Greetings Pander and Kranot. We are attempting the assess the current situation. Do you know the source of the screams?" TURING looks specifically at Kranot. "How did you sustain damage to your chassis?"

"Heads up everyone! There is something out there! Trevor says with some urgency in his voice. "Corporal i would feel a lot better with your gun over here"

"We do not know, our memory banks appear not to register ...."

THREAT ASSESSMENT: POTENTIAL HIGH

COMBAT PROTOCOLS ENGAGING...

TURING calmly draws her vibechete.

She addresses her question to Kranot. "Prior to being damaged, what is your most recent memory?"

Kranot’s eyes flicker, as he accesses memories.

"11:17 I woke up here, damaged. No memories prior.."