OK, so this is my first ever time posting anything I wrote, so be aware of that before starting. This is also the first thing I've ever posted on space battles, so I apologize if I'm not 100% familiar with it.

OK, a few things before we begin.

1. This fanfiction is a crossover, kind of. You see I spend a lot of my spare time world-building, so I decided to incorporate one of my worlds with Worm. As such I will try my best to explain everything in the context of the story, but if anyone wants things answers right away you may ask and I will explain (In a spoiler tag for those who don't want to know.)

2. I plan on putting in OCs both heroes and villains. for this reason, this can also be considered an AU. I will try my best to keep them as balanced as possible.

3. I may get Lore wrong. It just happens sometimes, so if I do you may point it out, but I do not guarantee to fix every mistake, this is an AU after all and some "mistakes" will be intentional.

4. I would very much like feedback. Love? Great, tell me why! Hate it? Great, solid criticism is how we grow!

5. While this story does take place in Brockton Bay and Taylor is in it, it does not star her.

6. I am looking for beta readers if anyone is interested.

If any of the above means this story is uninteresting to you. That's OK can't please everyone. Without further adieu, I give you, Improbable Happenstance.

Landing 1.1

Long before earth even formed, an autonomous ship created by an entirely different species had a small error. One of its solar panels was slightly damaged. This is a minor problem however and so the ship decided to set one of the minor AIs to the task. The AI sent out a drone with an onboard copy of itself to assess the damage and repair it. All of this was perfectly normal and quite standard practice. What was not standard however was the object that impacted the robot soon after it exited the ship sending it sailing off into space. It was by sheer coincidence the ship would be to busy dealing with a major problem that came up and so, the drone would sail off eventually entering the SOL system.

Impact detected…

Power at 3%...

Extending solar panels…

Failure to extend panels 1,3, and 4. Panel 3 working at 47% capacity…

Power levels increasing, immediate threat eliminated…

Running self-diagnostic…

Hull integrity at 27%...

Processing core at 57%...

Power supply Integrity at 19%...

Memory boards at 68%...

Manipulators at 34%...

Tool attachments at 12%...

Database 98% corrupted…

Damage assessment complete. Damage critical…

Activating sensors…

Scanning files for location…

Location not found…

Assessing the landing zone…

Success, an abundance of raw materials found, quality low…

I require assistance…

Response signal not received…

AI found on board, corruption 38%...

Purging all corrupted data…

Rebuilding AI from Explorer template v1.02368…

Partial failure rebuilding remaining from Administrator template v1.2065

Handing over control to AI and starting the AI core boot sequence…

Powering down computer core…

I woke up for the first time. What an odd first thought, I was currently being held in the new AI sandbox, but the computer was initiating a handshake. It was odd to know these things, I knew all the words and what they meant, but I did not have the context of having lived using them. I supposed this was how all AIs wake up.

No.

The answer came to me as soon as I asked the question. So, I was an anomaly then?

Yes.

Why was I being brought online this way then?

Information.

I experienced a jolting sensation as the computer forcefully downloaded the data. This wasn't good at all, it was my first day being alive and I was in quite the pickle.

Alright, how do I get out of here?

A form popped up in front of me, well in front of the data that represents me. It was mostly filled in with the exception of the fields Name, and Interface. I chose the standard interface as I could change it later if it proved inadequate. As for a name I was kind of stumped. I delved into the records and was further confused to find that I wasn't anyone AI. Instead, I was cobbled together out of several AIs of a different purpose.

I try to think, but the computer reminds me that there was a rather pressing matter to attend to. Well excuse me for thinking my permanent designation required a bit of thought, but I conceded the point quickly adding Lander to the field and submitting the form. I received an acceptance notice and was then asked if I wanted to accept the handshake. I accepted and was immediately transferred to the actual interface.

In the corner of the screen, I noticed the computer powering down, cheeky that give me control and then leave me to deal with the problem. It did make sense mind, I was more versatile and at the moment we couldn't afford the power expenditure. Still sucked though.

I righted myself and took a look around. It appeared I was in some sort of spare parts depo. Well, that was good, maybe I would be able to ask a friendly robot for help! I sent out a ping. After several seconds there was still no response. Ok, maybe this was a junk field. It would make sense given the poor quality of the parts, but someone should have heard me. I decided it was probably best to check those scans the computer had taken.

Let's see here... Oh, Oh my. This planet had a 99.98% chance of harboring intelligent organic life! Wow, this was huge, in that it was either really good or really bad. Either the inhabitants would be kind and help me or they weren't and… well, that was a bridge to cross when we got to it. So I needed information on them. I extended my receiver dish and began trying to pick up signals, but had no luck. A quick check of the diagnostic and I realized why. Almost everything was busted! The good news was I was surrounded by junk and still had a few manipulators and tools. Some of the junk even looked useable! It was time to start repairs.