Ok, this is my 'what happened next' story for the TV show 'Space: Above and
Beyond', and is set after the end of series one, the only series they made.
Legal: Space: Above and Beyond, and the regular characters are owned by the studio and writers that created them. The character of Michael, and his back-story are my own personal creations, and are nothing to do what so ever with the actual Space: Above and Beyond universe.
Angel in Disguise, part 2
The AI finally stopped when they reached a small cave. Shane looked round, and saw piles of equipment scattered around the cave: a radio, a small generator, and a stack of weapons and ammo. She turned to look at Vanessa: the young lieutenant was still unconscious, but seemed to be breathing steadily, if not to deeply. The AI walked over to the back of the cave, and returned with a first-aid kit and two MRE's. Shane quickly opened one of the MRE's and ate it while Michele tended to Vanessa's injuries, his back to Shane.
Shane slowly pulled her sidearm from its holster and pointed it at the AI's back, "Ok, what's going on here?" Michael slowly turned, his arms raised, "Like I said captain Vansen: I was sent to find your escape-pod and return you to allied lines." Shane struggled to keep her gun level, "Why would an AI do that? You all work for the Chigs!" she asked through gritted-teeth.
Michael sat down on the floor and slowly lowered his hands and placed them on his knees, "I am not a normal Artificial Intelligence unit: I was created as an experiment by the British government. I lack an internal modem, so I was not exposed to the so-called 'chance or choice' virus. After the AI-war, the project was shutdown, and I, being the only prototype in existence, was seconded to military intelligence. I have been used for recognisance and surveillance ever since. When your transport was shot down, I was the closets friendly in the area, so they sent me to pick you up."
Shane lowered the gun, but kept it pointing in the same direction as Michael, "What unit do you belong to? I don't recognise the badge." The AI looked at the unit-flash on his arm, "Technically, I belong to the 22nd Special Air Service regiment." Shane blinked, "The SAS? You're a member of the SAS?" Michael nodded. Shane shock her head, "Why would a unit like the SAS want an AI, even a 'friendly' one, as a member?" Michael shrugged, "I doubt that they have been told. I have had no contact with them. Technical data and combat training was downloaded into my memory at Bletchley Park. I never went through training."
The AI suddenly looked at the cave entrance, "There is a Chig patrol 200- meters south of our potion. I suggest you allow me to prepare a suitable defence." Shane nodded, and the AI picked up a GPMG and sat it at the entrance to the cave. He then handed Shane the assault-rifle he had carried during the trip from the crash-site to the cave, "You may find this more effective than your sidearm." She took the gun and checked the magazine: it was loaded, and there was a stack of spares just to her left. She grimly pulled back the bolt and pointed it at the cave entrance.
Legal: Space: Above and Beyond, and the regular characters are owned by the studio and writers that created them. The character of Michael, and his back-story are my own personal creations, and are nothing to do what so ever with the actual Space: Above and Beyond universe.
Angel in Disguise, part 2
The AI finally stopped when they reached a small cave. Shane looked round, and saw piles of equipment scattered around the cave: a radio, a small generator, and a stack of weapons and ammo. She turned to look at Vanessa: the young lieutenant was still unconscious, but seemed to be breathing steadily, if not to deeply. The AI walked over to the back of the cave, and returned with a first-aid kit and two MRE's. Shane quickly opened one of the MRE's and ate it while Michele tended to Vanessa's injuries, his back to Shane.
Shane slowly pulled her sidearm from its holster and pointed it at the AI's back, "Ok, what's going on here?" Michael slowly turned, his arms raised, "Like I said captain Vansen: I was sent to find your escape-pod and return you to allied lines." Shane struggled to keep her gun level, "Why would an AI do that? You all work for the Chigs!" she asked through gritted-teeth.
Michael sat down on the floor and slowly lowered his hands and placed them on his knees, "I am not a normal Artificial Intelligence unit: I was created as an experiment by the British government. I lack an internal modem, so I was not exposed to the so-called 'chance or choice' virus. After the AI-war, the project was shutdown, and I, being the only prototype in existence, was seconded to military intelligence. I have been used for recognisance and surveillance ever since. When your transport was shot down, I was the closets friendly in the area, so they sent me to pick you up."
Shane lowered the gun, but kept it pointing in the same direction as Michael, "What unit do you belong to? I don't recognise the badge." The AI looked at the unit-flash on his arm, "Technically, I belong to the 22nd Special Air Service regiment." Shane blinked, "The SAS? You're a member of the SAS?" Michael nodded. Shane shock her head, "Why would a unit like the SAS want an AI, even a 'friendly' one, as a member?" Michael shrugged, "I doubt that they have been told. I have had no contact with them. Technical data and combat training was downloaded into my memory at Bletchley Park. I never went through training."
The AI suddenly looked at the cave entrance, "There is a Chig patrol 200- meters south of our potion. I suggest you allow me to prepare a suitable defence." Shane nodded, and the AI picked up a GPMG and sat it at the entrance to the cave. He then handed Shane the assault-rifle he had carried during the trip from the crash-site to the cave, "You may find this more effective than your sidearm." She took the gun and checked the magazine: it was loaded, and there was a stack of spares just to her left. She grimly pulled back the bolt and pointed it at the cave entrance.