[Examining her exterior footage, EDI locates it immediately. It is roughly twice Normandy's size, a drab and blocky design that nevertheless carries some of the elegance of old seafaring ships; a highly impractical design, and an odd size. It's overlarge for a frigate, undersized for a dreadnaught... she can't help but wonder at its purpose.
Regardless, the result is the same: she must discard Captain Harlock as a potential crewmember. He will surely presume to have other obligations. Still, that's no call for rudeness.
The inner airlock opens onto a gangway. To the left are a set of blast doors, firmly locked, and to the right proceeds a narrow walkway. In the gutters to either side lie duty stations, seats currently unoccupied and display screens set to standby.]
To your left, lies the bridge, from which maneuvering adjustments may be made. It is regrettably off-limits at this time. [It's not that she doesn't trust you. It's that she doesn't know you.] To your right, please observe the Combat and Information Deck. Central to the Turian-inspired design is the raised command platform from which the captain or commanding officer may survey the entire deck. The galaxy map display may be configured with infinite variability and...
[She continues, describing as he passes each feature with the smooth professionalism of a flight attendant and the detailed observational skills that only an AI could master. She doesn't tell him everything, of course, nor does she allow him access to the captains quarters, the engineering deck, or indeed all but the most public portions of Normandy's interior; this is still a competition, after all.
But at regular intervals, the ever-present question:]
no subject
Regardless, the result is the same: she must discard Captain Harlock as a potential crewmember. He will surely presume to have other obligations. Still, that's no call for rudeness.
The inner airlock opens onto a gangway. To the left are a set of blast doors, firmly locked, and to the right proceeds a narrow walkway. In the gutters to either side lie duty stations, seats currently unoccupied and display screens set to standby.]
To your left, lies the bridge, from which maneuvering adjustments may be made. It is regrettably off-limits at this time. [It's not that she doesn't trust you. It's that she doesn't know you.] To your right, please observe the Combat and Information Deck. Central to the Turian-inspired design is the raised command platform from which the captain or commanding officer may survey the entire deck. The galaxy map display may be configured with infinite variability and...
[She continues, describing as he passes each feature with the smooth professionalism of a flight attendant and the detailed observational skills that only an AI could master. She doesn't tell him everything, of course, nor does she allow him access to the captains quarters, the engineering deck, or indeed all but the most public portions of Normandy's interior; this is still a competition, after all.
But at regular intervals, the ever-present question:]
Is there anything more you would like to know?