Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5290299-20140428031950/@comment-4681758-20140501011858

''Fascinating. The design for this AI is cutting-edge, even by Brotherhood standards. Creating a thinking, feeling computer... The programmer who made this was years, perhaps decades ahead of the time.''

In any other circumstance, Ciarán would have studied this technology for another few hours, but he was here for a reason. He instead started to sift through communications going in and out of the ship. Most of them used code names for the ship and its crew, and were mostly about job information and payments. But there was one in particular that was all-too familiar to him.

"Impending danger.  Fafnir crew still intent on capture.  Recommend preemptive attack to secure personal safety and safety of crew.  SGC fire to rear thrusters recommended for maximum damage and impediment to ship's ability to pursue."

"'And I looked, and behold a Pale Horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him.'  Revelation 6:8"

"Oh my God...", he said as he realized what ship this was, as well as who was on it. Immediately, Ciarán looked to the security camera footage, and the last bit of footage showed an injured Liadan getting off the ship.

"Dammit...  She's not goona be happy to hear this." Ciarán started dialing on his Scroll, and was happy that, at the very least, he didn't have to deliver this news in person.

"It's Ciarán.  I'm sorry for calling at this hour, but this can't wait.  The airship that crashed outside the city?  ...It was your sister's ship.  I'm investigating the crash site, and the last bit of security footage showed Liadan getting off the ship, but she was pretty badly injured.  I found a blood trail on the beach, but there were no signs of a body.  I still need more time to investigate here, but you should start checking to see if Liadan's been admitted to any hospitals, likely on the East End of town.  Her injuries were bad, but they didn't seem life-threatening.  ...I'm sorry I had to be the one to tell you, Flannery."

Ciarán then pulled the Scroll away from his ear in anticipation of her answer.