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Silver Bud
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[X] Golem Core.
[Animated Image.]
First thing's first: It's time for his routine checkup of the ship's core. Alex speaks out with a clear voice as he approaches the door. "Fairweather, could you prepare your core for examination? I'm coming down for maintenance." Two large, purple glass domes on either side of the bridge give an acknowledging glance to him before returning their beads of light to the waters ahead.
A calm, androgynous voice from a speaker next to the door. "Yes, captain."
The dim, energy-saving lights of the cabin click on as the door parts automatically, revealing a cramped but homely room. Packed into the left corner is a short bunk bed with an underchest, while a small kitchen occupies the right. He reminisces for a moment before continuing on. This ship, the GRS Fairweather, is a Golemantic Reconnaissance Ship. It took eight-thousand refracts to buy it, and it took another five-thousand just to reconfigure it. It was a heavy bill to foot, and the costs left him surviving by the skin of his teeth for a few months. But it was so damn worth it! With this ship, his diving missions have fared better than ever! With a nostalgic sigh, Alex turns to the right and opens a trapdoor tucked in the room's corner and climbs down into the belly of his ship.
The trapdoor closes with an automatic hiss while the room slowly lights itself up. Walking across the warm metal floor, he stops at a wide black console with a display screen. "Fairweather, status report?" A golden eye above the monitor blinks to life and looks down to him.
"I am currently running at eighty-five percent efficiency. Current hull integrity sits at ninety-five percent, repairing at a rate of five percent per twelve hours."
He looks at the display screen closely as Fairweather brings up the data.
"Excellent. Are you experiencing any overclocking problems from that scuffle a few days ago?" Of course, pirates were always a threat out on the Cava Ocean. But this ship's state-of-the-art submersion system worked wonders in escaping their filthy clutches. The confusion on their faces when the ship "sunk" was great!
"Negative. Current stasis repairs have reached ninety percent stability so far. All that is left is your semiweekly inspection of the golemetric interface."
Alex gives a toothy grin at his friend's eloquence. "I see you're enjoying your new toy just as much as I am?"
"'Enjoyment' is an understatement, Captain Alex. Now, the approval?"
"Yes, yes. Let's see if anything needs fixing!"
A menagerie of colorful dials, buttons, and gauges litter the console's surface. Pressing and turning only a choice few of them, Alex watches as a metal pillar nestled in the corner under the bow unscrews open. A column of swirling liquid filled with countless stars is revealed. From within the column, he can see Fairweather's large, heart-cut amethyst core thrumming quietly as it pumps the living constellations through its supporting pylons. Alex brings over a set of tools, gets to his knees, and opens the bottom pylon's wire duct to investigate the wiring. He is satisfied by what he sees. Not a single wire or tube is damaged, and a quick test of the starwater reveals no signs of staleness. He checks the top platform as well, performs some diagnostic checks on both, and then raises the shield back up.
The armored cylinder closes with a satisfying hiss. "Alright, Fairweather, everything checks out. You're as stable as ever!"
"Thank you, captain." the Fractal says appreciatively. "My heart can rest easy now."
Alex chuckles at the joke. "Anytime, Fair."
That marks one task off of the list. What should he do next?
[ ] Goals.
[ ] Storage.
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