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The Connors say hello meatship!

With his bugout location secure, and now stocked with some food John decided it was time to get some weapons. Carefully he made his way to the armory making damn sure this time that no one else was around. He wasn't going to slip up again like he had at the Vatican.

Scrolling through the weapons in the armory computer he was impressed with the selection. Hell, some of these hadn't even finished being developed before Judgment Day occurred. If he wasn't god only knows where being ordered around by an AI, and it's slave crew he'd almost be happy about it. In a few minutes he had quite the list assembled. Double checking it one more time he submitted it to the computer.

[Access to that quantity of weapons is restricted. Please see the command staff for authorization. Any furthers attempt to retrieve weapons will result in you being locked out of this system until your access is reauthorized by the captain.]

He glared at the machine, and pulled out his computer. Interfacing it with the omnicomm he started searching for an access panel. Finding one he spent several minutes methodically prying it open enough to get to the console's guts. Patching in he began to run through sub systems one by one looking for a way in. Whoever had designed the security hadn't counted on someone for who information warfare was a way of life. Finally he found a crack in the armor. It wouldn't be pretty, and they'd know he'd been here but he didn't have a choice. It was act now, or let this opportunity slip by.

Running the program the computer began to send out the weapons to the caches John had designated. Now all he had to do was move them again so the crew couldn't track them down by just following the digital trail. Hopefully that would keep them guessing long enough for him to slip back to Grand Central unnoticed.

After another couple of hours he'd managed just that. Already he was prepping the weapons, and loading magazines just in case someone was smart enough to pick up his trail.

[ooc: Once again in case anyone wants it the list of weapons John has stolen is here. Once you see the sub-thread you want your pup in go ahead and tag it. I'll leave it to each thread to sort out their posting order. Have fun everyone!]

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Disembodied voices now? Someone must have patched into the PA system in the station, and decided to play games with him. The kids on this ship obviously had too much time on their hands. "To protect myself. I would think that would be obvious."

[ooc: You godmodded John just a bit there. Can you please be mindful of it in the future? I understand what you were trying to convey. Just please keep an eye on it.]

"So you're making a fort," Alessa said. Why did that seem so familiar to her? She was sure it had something to do with someone that the ship had not wanted her to remember, which was irritating but at most really brought no emotional response from her. People came and went on this ship: what did it matter to her?

"Why with all of those weapons? That's bound to bring the security team down here and get you thrown in the brig. I'm told that most people don't like being alone by themselves."

"Because they work better than bricks, and bare fists." Stupid kid. He turned back to his work, and double checked that the optic's mount was secure. "Security will have to find me first, and then drag me out of here to throw me in the brig."

Alessa looked intrigued. "I'm well aware of that, since your kind is so prone to violence in the quickest way. Not that I can see where you would get bricks. Of course, Security WILL be here soon, and they will confiscate the weapons. They're fairly intolerant to these sorts of actions. So what exactly will this prove?"

She was actually interested now. Somebody who knew his actions would invariable lead to capture. Why do it?

"They won't." Like hell he'd let them capture all of his weapons. One of the cardinal rules he learned from his mother was to always have another cache. Cops never looked farther than they had to. If they got their bust they'd be happy, and you could just roll back in later to retrieve everything. "If you can't understand why I'm doing this that's sad. You must not be human. Are you one of those AIs I've heard about?"

If it was he was going to rip it's code apart.

Alessa flat out giggled at this, she had to. "You know, no one ever mistook me for the AI's on this ship! No, that would definitely not be me. They're the ones promoting all of that good feeling of cooperation with each other in order for the greater good of defeating the Ohm. I have no desire to try hard to band these people together. As far as I'm concerned, its only a matter of time before something devastating attacks. The Ohm will have little to fear from us. We're too unprepared."

She shrugged. "I'm a demon, actually. I have no real concern of what you do or don't. What interests me is the why."

"You're not human so you wouldn't understand." A demon, yeah right. How stupid did they think he was? More machine tricks that's all. "Besides if you don't care what happens to this crew you can just fuck off. I'm not here to hurt these people."

For all their stupidity they were still human, and thus worth saving. No point in winning the war if you destroyed the very think you were trying to protect.

"I understand more than you do," Alessa said, shrugging. "For one thing, I've been here longer. For another, if you care so much about the people on the ship, you could start actually trying to follow their stupid rules. Doing this isn't going to earn you praise or make the situation any easier on this ship. At least I have my reasons for not following what we're told."

He was crude in a way, as expected from one doing something like this, but still was a sort of representation of the sort of people Stacy gathered to the ship. The more she looked at the way these people reacted to their situation, the more Alessa started to question how well Stacy actually looked at the people she saved. Grabbing at random would at least answer the question of why she was here.

"I'd say that's a load of bullshit if you can't even understand why I'm doing this." Whatever it was he was positive it wasn't human now. Nothing human would still be confused about his reasons. To be free, to be unrestrained by a machine overlord. Pretty basic human desire he felt. "Also I don't follow rules that get people killed."

"What you appear to be doing right now is gathering weapons and trying to make a fort for yourself: weapons that don't belong to you and taking actions that are are in direct conflict with the wishes of those on the ship. Trying to rationalize these actions by saying I don't understand your grand plan sounds like equally ignorant 'bullshit.' But you're right in one way: I don't get the paranoid actions of one human over another. You all seem to think you know more than the people who've been here much longer. Then again, I suppose I should be used to those of you not concerned with the actual "big picture."

Alessa looked curious. "And what rules would those be?"

"How is your lack of understanding of human beings my trying to rationalize anything?" This thing was really starting to get on his nerves. Setting down the carbine he'd been working on he picked up the Mk 23 pistol and started performing a functions check. Satisfied he loaded a magazine, racked the slide, and set it on safe. With his focus back he could continue speaking.

"If you're so concerned with the big picture then what are you doing about it? Sounds like you prefer to sit back, and complain a lot. So enlighten me."

Either it would start making some sort of sense or it would go away. Either way he'd be happy.

"Understanding humans isn't hard," Alessa said, "But that doesn't mean I get why they do things that they do. For instance, this course of action before talking to the rest of the crew is short sighted. Your reactions, from what I've seen and heard, seems to indicate that you have a phobia involving the AI. I can tell you, despite the trouble we had with a certain one in the past, that the AI is the least of all our problems. This is why the whole reason of getting the people mobilized is important to the people here. I understand that well enough. If you're going to do this, you may as well comprehend that yourself."

Here, Alessa laughed. "I've done my share in helping on the ship, as repulsed as I am by those actions. The beings we found were far more dangerous than any AI or human I had ever seen. It had the powers I did but to a more dangerous extent. And guns would have done nothing."

"So arming myself against a possible threat, and securing a base of operations is short sighted? I think you better leave the military planning to the adults." Would it get off it's superiority complex already! Angrily he shoved the pistol into his holster, and began function checking another one. So far he wasn't impressed with this things powers either. All it had amounted to was pissing him off, and that wasn't anything special.

"And it's not a phobia, but an understanding. Give something like that free will, and almost every time it's going to try to take out humanity. Of course it comes to this conclusion logically. It's a new lifeform. To survive, and thrive it will require resources. Humans control those resources. Since there isn't enough to share it makes sense for machines to simple take them from the controlling party. To those things wiping out humanity is simple mathematics." He'd had plenty of time to think about why Skynet had burned the world. Every time he came to the same conclusion. Because it made sense for it do so.

"It is when you steal those things that are required for making your base," Alessa said shrugging. "There are going to be people on the security team who will immediately want to prevent you from making such a base. Granted one existed in previous times, but that was as a fort: taking weapons is bound to get noticed. If you were going to do something like that, you could at least have taking the weapons slowly, so as not to arouse suspicion. This way you're just asking yourself to get caught, and then what will be the point of all of this?"

Alessa smirked at the rest of what he said, though not of superiority. At least this was a human who was thinking of possibilities that could come of trusting the AI on the ship, and in such a creative way. His world must have been a particularly war torn place to come to this conclusion, and one that actually required (gasp!) logic.

"So I take it Stacy's message of peace and love was lost to you?" Alessa said this with a note of amusement. "In that case, you got quite a bit more interesting. Why your suspicion with these particular AI? We have been here a long time, at which point our life force could have been sapped and used. Why here, and now?"

"Not lost, I just think it's bullshit! What ever reason that machine has for keeping us alive so far it can't be good. They don't have to work on human timetables. For all I know it's just been a grand experiment to see if it can make docile humans. If it is I'd say it seems to be succeeding." He ignored her comments about the weapons, and fortifications. He wasn't going to bother explaining the numerous reasons why all over again.

"What you call docile is also likely to be called 'dealing with their circumstances.' And honestly, I can hardly blame them. In my line of work, its easy to come across the unexplained, the horrific, and see people at their worse. Not only has one been transported from their world and been told everything they know and love is dead, now they have to deal with other people's unique personalities. Of course, considering the other horrors they've been force to fight and deal with recently, you would think that would be against our so-called captors plans."

Because making humans docile, well, it would be far easier with better food and non-evil entities invading their dreams. Even she knew that much.

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