Happy (pretty freakin' close to) Nerdy-ween!

[Ultra Nerd]

/> A.I 'Ultra Nerd' launching, stand by....
SETTING COMMS...
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/> AUDIO BEGINNING... <\

You stand back as the light blue image of a man in a light green bathrobe,boxers, and pink slippers appears before you. His eyes open and he looks up to your eyes.

"Hey! I'm Ultra nerd, the one and only S.A.I, or Smart Awesome Sexy-guy!..... I think. Anyway, i'm pretty sure it's October 22nd, right? So, that means it's almost Halloween! So what are you gonna be, you big bastard? A skeleton? A vampire? A Kolo? I'm gonna be a Pumpkin for Halloween, becauuuuuuuuuu........."

///> ERROR! 'Ultra Nerd' REBOOTING! <\\\
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/>. Please insert 25 credits to continue this process... wink wink .<\

(BTW, i should explain this thread out.... either post as yourself or someone else cool, like your rp character, I don't really care, just wanted to say HAPPY ULTRA NERDY-WEEN!) 

[Astro]

████ Hours, ███████ ██, 2557 (Military Calendar) /

UNSC Ammo, Please, Emergency Landing


Sgt Jock McPherson

16th Marine Regiment, 2nd Battalion

Badland 3-4 Actual


"All hands! Brace for immediate-"

The ship had gone dark. A shock wave that would have made the Richter scale cry slammed through the ship. Titanium had met soil. Jock had barely survived; his squad weren't so lucky. Half of them had been crushed by a huge piece of the bulkhead on the descent. The rest had died on impact, save one. Private First Class Tarik Ahmal suffered massive internal bleeding upon being thrown to the deck. Jock, nursing his wounds, stayed with him until he passed.

Sergeant McPherson moved on at that point. He shouldered his rifle lightly, as to not upset the extremely painful dislocated joint. He limped down the passageway, stopping for a moment and resting his MA5D against the wall. Carefully, he rotated his arm and forced it upwards. An unsettling pop resounded throughout the empty corridor of Titanium, echoing slightly. With a dull ache in place of the pain, Jock picked up his rifle and continued.

A left, a right, another right, a left; that was where the NAVCOM was and, with it, the AI's core. All UNSC personnel knew that, even after the war, NAVCOM's had to be purged to keep the UNSC's secrets, well, secret. It seemed pointless hiding Earth now that the Covenant had attempted to coat it in a nice shiny layer of glass, but standard operating procedure was clear.

To safeguard and protect the Inner Colonies and Earth, all UNSC vessels or stations must not be captured with intact navigation databases that may lead Covenant forces to human civilian population centers.

If any Covenant forces are detected:


1. Activate selective purge of databases on all ship-based and planetary data networks.


2. Initiate triple-screen check to ensure all data has been erased and all backups neutralized.


3. Execute viral data scavengers (Download from UNSCTTP://EPWW:COLEPROTOCOL/Virtualscav/fbr.091)


4. If retreating from Covenant forces, all ships must enter Slipstream space with randomized vectors NOT directed toward Earth, the Inner Colonies, or any other human population center.


5. In case of imminent capture by Covenant forces and boarders, all UNSC ships MUST self-destruct.

Violation of this directive will be considered an act of TREASON and pursuant to UNSC Military law articles JAG 845-P and JAG 7556-L, such violations are punishable by life imprisonment or execution.

Article 1 of the Cole Protocol was like a fresh memory to Jock. It had been drilled into every Tom, Dick and Harry in the UNSC. Currently, his mission was to locate and destroy the ship's AI construct.

The Scotsman reached a pair of doors that were ever so slightly ajar. He could see inside the room but there wasn't a chance in hell his fingers were going to open it. He produced his combat knife, giving it's width a once-over before jamming it into the slot. Slowly, he pried the doors apart, enough to fit a few fingers. Then, enough for both hands and soon, his foot was in there. It got to a point where he had his back against one and his palms against the other.

He rolled in, the doors holding where they were. Jock's rifle scanned the room and deemed it clear. Then, as he headed over towards the ship's heart, a voice rang out. Was that the AI?

"AI? That you?"

Please don't go Skynet on me.

[Cute Huragok]

Ryan Willis, aboard the UNSC Columbus

"Warning, Warning we are about to enter crash collision vectors with planet Alpha."
Ryan winced as the ship started shuddering, due to a corrupt A.I who claims to be the god of Halloween is attempting to crash the ship into the planet below. "Come on!, your not the god of Halloween, YOUR A COMPUTER FOR GODS SAKE." Ryan tried to give logic to what computers would understand, but the A.I still wouldn't listen.

On the screen appeared this to his near distraughtness of disliking this "dumb" A.I who had a corrupt database. . This made Ryan groan and rub his hands over his eyes, as that was the reactions of the other people on the ship. The captain sighed, and started repeating "we're all doomed, get to the escape pods." Just as he said this, the A.I released all of the pods which caused everyone to panic. Ryan smiled, since he knew that the A.I would be hearing everything that they would be saying. But to his disliking, his Pelican was no where found in the ship's dock. Ryan groaned and rubbed his eyes, preparing for impact.