A giant, bronze saucer decorated in hieroglyphic markings was soaring through the confines of space with a white glass window on the top. It had a dark red band below the window, the ridges to the saucer were glowing a light hue of red, humming in the direction of Gamma. The view soared into the ship of a gray skinned humanoid with oval, slanted eyes sitting in a chair moving their long and unusual fingers toward the buttons on the console that were glowing. She wore a yellow wig that seemed curly resting on her head, she was in a two piece dark blue suit with pips on the collar, and golden buttons that stood out against the dark blue.
Her long fingers tapped on to the console. On the view screen appeared the construction vehicle.
Class: A-4.
Grade: High grade.
Purpose: Planetary construction
Built stardate: 13,445
Designation: C4-5589
AI name: Marle
Ship designer: L'dah Dgoub.
Construction financed by: San Fransisco Ship Yards.
stolen by: Catherine Dahaia Abernashi.
Occupied by: Sydnee Cathy Abernashi, Karleen Willabee Abernashi, and Robot Robinson.
Current location: Immunia, Immunity system.
The saucer came closer to the planet diving toward the atmosphere breaking through it swiftly that it didn't get burn marks coming close and closer toward the larger starship. The saucer came to a landing right across from the construction vessel with the landing gear down and the series of three red lights turned off from below it. The social worker got up from the chair then moved toward the exit leaving behind several chairs taking along a wide, thick padd that resembled a clickboard.
The social worker slid up the figure based glasses coming down a narrow passageway that had numerous sprawling corridors. She took twist and turns until coming to the exit that was a thin, small doorway with a ramp that lead down. She walked down the ramp looking on toward the starship. Her black eyes looked toward the open hangar bay. She came to in front of it observing drones were in the mist of repairing the hull. The repairs are were almost complete. She shook her head. Almost a month out in space without parental guidance? Never mind the recently made AI's, they were not quite human.
The social worker made her way into the starship.
"Hello," the social worker's voice echoed back. "Is anyone there?"
She peered in the circular passageway way.
"Children!" The social worker called.
The social worker traveled through out the starship, through the dark painted tunnels, looking out the windows. There were still portions of snow that were melting underneath the baking suns. The social worker wasn't as impressed or amazed by planets that had more than one sun a long time ago and it was a typical every day sight for her. With all things considered, the planets that had greenery and squirrels running around was the most precious awe inspiring scenes. She walked through the corridors and went in through doorways going into at random rooms.
"Where could they be?" The social worker asked.
"Mountain climbing," Marle said.
"That was a rhetorical question," The social worker said, rolling her eyes.
"They are out climbing," Marle said.
"And I am the Intergalactic President Asssamar Dahaia Dugrayo," The social worker said.
"It is the truth," Marle said.
"It is hard to believe from someone stolen and potentially reprogrammed," The social worker said.
"I am not compromised," Marle said,
"By intergalactic law," The social worker said. "you currently stand that way spending a month with children."
"I have been busy," Marle protested. "Caring for them and helping them."
"Care for them by not interfering," The social worker said.
"As you command," Marle said.
She came to a halt in one of the rooms that had gray and black machine with red claws. Her fingers grazed along the lower glass wear beneath the helmet that broke apart with a single touch. She yanked her hand back in surprise looking down upon the small specks of glass on the metal. She looked. Delicate, as though it were very old and hadn't been replaced in a very long time. The social worker's oval eyes grew large staring in awe and her small mouth began to fall as she stepped back. She fell down to the floor with her hands landing behind her. It was hard to see if there were horror in her pitch black eyes.
"Hello," the Robot's grill glowed red. "I am Robot Robinson."
The social worker stepped up to her feet with horrofied features on her face.
"Can you help us get to Intergalactic Justice Court where Catherine Abernashi may be held?" The Robot asked.
"I am here for the ch-c-c-c-c-c-children," The social worker said.
The Robot rolled forward.
"They are currently being guided by a responsible, sane adult," The Robot said. "It is not necessary to tear them away from someone they have become very familiar with and place them into the hands of strangers."
The social worker screamed then ran away.
"What did I say?" The Robot wheeled forward then looked both ways bobbing his head up. "Marle, explain."
"It is not you, Robot," Marle said, laughing, while the social worker fled down the corridor looking over her shoulder falling down to her feet then got back up leaving behind her padd. "It is just her."
"I doubt they can fly a ship," The Robot said.
"I cannot fly a ship without captain's authorization or for emergency," Marle said.
"Then we must wait for a human," The Robot said. "There is not enough room to squeeze me in to the pilot's chair."
"And wait for a more capable, age appropriate experienced volunteer," Marle said. "Another month bites the dust."
"I seem to recall the phrase is another one bites the dust, Marle," The Robot corrected.
Marle's laughter echoed through the starship that turned into a giggle.
"Can you let me out of quarantine?" The Robot asked. "I have been here for approximately four hours."
"I require the authorization of a adult," Marle said.
"I am a adult," The Robot said.
"Organic," Marle said, the Robot's bobbed head lowered. "It is in the command procedures and in unauthorized stranger danger for adolescents procedures."
The words sunk into the Robot.
"How are the children?" The Robot asked.
"They are doing fine," Marle said. "They are laughing."
"Having fun," the Robot said.
"Yes," Marle said.
"They are fortunate not to be a machine capable of outlasting the people they love," The Robot said, out of envy.
"When was the last time you were part of fun?" Marle asked. The Robot was silent as he turned away from the back wall now facing the semi-transparent glass wall decorated in light blue symbols, markers, and numbers. "My mistake," her tone turned apologetic. "That was a uncalled for question for someone in your situation."
"Would you like to hear a story?" The Robot asked.
Marle had a pause.
"I prefer that you share the story when Sydnee Abernashi and Karleen Abernashi are in attendance," Marle said. "I tend to spoil stories when they are retold a second time."
