Continuing from last week’s Isaiah the Gray #TBTRPG story, Captain Issac tells Isaiah and Jimmy: “Gentlemen, perhaps its best we return to the ship. There, we can rest and discuss. I fear here we may not be safe for much longer.”
Exhausted and They gone, Isaiah doesn’t question Issac’s wisdom. The three men hobble out of the room and back into the daylight of the Korriban desert.
Isaiah activates his communicator: “AI, send the shuttle to our coordinates and pick us up.”
The AI responds over the communicator: “Understood Commander. The shuttle is inbound to your location. There is a tremendous wind storm not far from your location that’s interfering with our sensors but we should be able to make it to your position in short order.”
Jimmy and Issac hold Isaiah’s weight on the Sith Temple steps for nearly a minute, all the while the spirits in the wall stare warily at the group.
The shuttle screams through the atmosphere and lands near their location. The three men make their way on board where Hanari and T’Enora are waiting. They help each on board and the shuttle rockets off back toward space. The minute it takes to make it back to the Defiant are a blur for Isaiah as he fades in and out of consciousness like someone who is incredibly dehydrated.
With the shuttle docked, Jimmy C helps Isaiah back and has him sit for a moment. Jimmy turns to Issac: “Head back to the Odyssey and wait for our signal. The shuttle will bring you back when it’s time to depart.”
Issac, T’Enora, and Hanari nod and leave on the shuttle which zooms away out the port window toward the nearby Odyssey.
Isaiah though for his part seems to be recovering and stands. Jimmy looks to his comrade and asks: “What now, Isaiah?”
“In truth, I do not know Jimmy. Let us sleep on it. Perhaps our dreams will have the answers reality is holding from us…” Jimmy nods, puts his hand on Isaiah’s shoulder, and then heads off toward his cabin.
In his room, Isaiah tosses and turns but cannot find rest. He turns the light on, sits up, and walks over to the computer interface terminal. “AI” says Isaiah “who built this ship?”
The AI immediately responds: “I’m sorry Commander but the records relating to the construction of this vessel have been purposefully erased. I’m afraid I cannot answer the question.”
“Purposefully?” asks Isaiah
“Yes” replies the AI “it seems whomever deleted the records did so in an obvious way. I surmise based on the available information that they wanted you to know that such records had be purposefully deleted.”
Isaiah nods his head and begins to pace the room. “But what about features, weapons, capabilities, or even cost…surely those records are intact?”
“Indeed they are” replied the AI “This ship is capable of the maximum speed currently reached in the Galaxy through light speed travel. It is the only ship of its kind listed in my database with a cloaking device of this power. If you don’t mind me saying, the ships AI is considered a breakthrough in AI development capabilities. Moreover, its weaponry would be considered in the Royal class of ship weapons which rates it at Fleet Flagship level. For cost, I do not have a price. Instead, a rating: Galactic. If I compare that rating to others with it, that puts it at a half-dozen Star Destroyers by itself.”
Isaiah looks puzzled, as if those figures must be wrong. “But this ship is 1/1000 their size – and we’re worth 6 times the commission price for one?” asks Isaiah.
“At least” replies the AI “Galactic level prices do not have a limit.”
Isaiah paces the room. “What about the ownership of this ship…you mentioned I was given ownership of it and was thus its Commander. Who granted that request?”
The AI responds: “The being “They” is the one who transferred ownership to you. Ownership before They is where my records cease to exist, my apologies again Commander.”
Isaiah sits on his bed, trying to put the puzzle pieces together.
A few moments later, the AI interrupts his thinking: “Commander, I have detected another ship entering orbit around the planet. Coruscant in origin…likely Jedi from its registry codes. What shall we do, Commander?”
