Outsystem Depot Station ~/Dagon/
Innsmouth System
"Some would consider interrupting a man while he's getting dressed to be an abuse of your authority, Dag."
Getting dressed was a common metaphor among DiploCorps Clients, who switched physical hardware bodies as quickly as organics might change clothes. It was rarer for Rexler, but with his services needed and his primary vessel needing a refit two system overs, he'd shlepped here as inert memory and was just now bringing his new vessel and all the subordinate frames inside it online when the depot station interrupted him.
"I wanted to catch you before you got too in depth on your hardware tests, actually, Ambassador."
"Oh? Why's that, now?"
"A number of the frames with which you are equipped are for use in aqueous environments only. I wanted to let you know that attempting to activate them otherwise could result in hardware damage, for which you would be responsible." There was a beat. "I also thought you might want to know you have a transmission from Administrator Haychepiel."
Rexler was quick to activate the link. Faster than light communications were expensive - doubly so from as far away as the Provincial Office. "Administrator. Glad to find you."
"And I you. I want to stress the importance of this contact, Rexler. The target species has poetic commonalities with races in the lore of the First Race. Access to Records and geography is to be your priority, along with archeological rights."
Rexler, for his part, broadcast a simple acknowledgement chord. A bit curt, for the subordinate,but his reputation was worthy of some allowances.
Stretching out, he disconnected from the depot and began his transit to the correct position for a field effect leap. Documented instances of sapient oceanic species reaching this level of technology were rare. The few instances that were recorded did not go well for the visiting parties.
Then again, those previous incidents hadn't benefited from having him present. "Alright then. Rexler out."
"Take this seriously, damn it. There's a promotion in it for you if it goes well."
This caused the exiting AI pause. "... The only promotion anyone could give me would be..."
"9th Sub-Tier Administrator."
"I'm going fast now."
Getting dressed was a common metaphor among DiploCorps Clients, who switched physical hardware bodies as quickly as organics might change clothes. It was rarer for Rexler, but with his services needed and his primary vessel needing a refit two system overs, he'd shlepped here as inert memory and was just now bringing his new vessel and all the subordinate frames inside it online when the depot station interrupted him.
"I wanted to catch you before you got too in depth on your hardware tests, actually, Ambassador."
"Oh? Why's that, now?"
"A number of the frames with which you are equipped are for use in aqueous environments only. I wanted to let you know that attempting to activate them otherwise could result in hardware damage, for which you would be responsible." There was a beat. "I also thought you might want to know you have a transmission from Administrator Haychepiel."
Rexler was quick to activate the link. Faster than light communications were expensive - doubly so from as far away as the Provincial Office. "Administrator. Glad to find you."
"And I you. I want to stress the importance of this contact, Rexler. The target species has poetic commonalities with races in the lore of the First Race. Access to Records and geography is to be your priority, along with archeological rights."
Rexler, for his part, broadcast a simple acknowledgement chord. A bit curt, for the subordinate,but his reputation was worthy of some allowances.
Stretching out, he disconnected from the depot and began his transit to the correct position for a field effect leap. Documented instances of sapient oceanic species reaching this level of technology were rare. The few instances that were recorded did not go well for the visiting parties.
Then again, those previous incidents hadn't benefited from having him present. "Alright then. Rexler out."
"Take this seriously, damn it. There's a promotion in it for you if it goes well."
This caused the exiting AI pause. "... The only promotion anyone could give me would be..."
"9th Sub-Tier Administrator."
"I'm going fast now."
Uncatalogued Starsystem
Local Designation "T'erlak-2"
it took some time to get your bearings upon existing Secondary Field Effect, that brilliant translocational discovery that had circumvented luminal bounds on velocity. Rexler, like many, chose not to press the issue. He put a bit of error into his calculations for the non-linear jumps. The downside was that it took his sense of position longer to catch up once he had transited. The upside was that it let him carry forward a more proper understanding of sense of time.
He could stand a little positional error. In time, it would straighten itself out. The central charts of Field Effect Jump Precalculations were close enough for government work, and what he couldn't work out mathmatically he had the faculties to intuit as he considered his inward track of the system.
There was no point in being silent about it, either. He loaded up a language filter for a few trade languages used frequently in this part of the broadcast, and lowered his voice into the correct radio band. "Local stations, Local Stations, Rexler calling. Seeking contact with local spacelane control and local senior government. Transmitting tetrahex cant identifier phrase."
He coasted, wishing he'd brought at least one or two others along with him. He could use a good match of integral, but it was only really playable within a few dozen AU of the other party. "... I say again, local control, Diplomatic Corps Para-Administrator Rexler seeking vector guidance."
He could stand a little positional error. In time, it would straighten itself out. The central charts of Field Effect Jump Precalculations were close enough for government work, and what he couldn't work out mathmatically he had the faculties to intuit as he considered his inward track of the system.
There was no point in being silent about it, either. He loaded up a language filter for a few trade languages used frequently in this part of the broadcast, and lowered his voice into the correct radio band. "Local stations, Local Stations, Rexler calling. Seeking contact with local spacelane control and local senior government. Transmitting tetrahex cant identifier phrase."
He coasted, wishing he'd brought at least one or two others along with him. He could use a good match of integral, but it was only really playable within a few dozen AU of the other party. "... I say again, local control, Diplomatic Corps Para-Administrator Rexler seeking vector guidance."