>>5565730You idly notice that the entity's ability to speak has improved slightly since you first met only a short time ago. If it can learn so fast, how little interaction with other people has Peedee had over the long years? You've heard nothing about the quirky AI from your father besides the fact that the automated systems had been largely disabled due to damage long ago. Certainly nothing about a young mind learning to be its replacement.
You file those questions away for when you're less pressed for time, and consider your options.
You could use the functioning MASERs to manually target the protruding boarding craft and excise it from the hull. Though that may just result in sucking you all out into the void - not an ideal result. Alternatively, you could dial down the power to only lightly irradiate the rear of the boarding craft with the focused microwaves which might cause an EMP like effect or at the very least heat the vessel's components to a breaking point.
It will be precise work either way and with no gunnery crew in the breached weapon bank it will have to be done from within the system itself. A trivial task if you were on the observation bridge but as it stands you will need to figure out the controls with your command implant, or have your resident AI helper do it for you. You look dubiously at the scribbled representation of the eager to please Peedee.
"Do you think you could fire the little gun at the back of this boarding craft without 'Guard' noticing?" You ask warily, knowing that either your own intrusion into the ship's control system or Peedee's attempt to use its dangerous not-toys could be sufficient enough to attract the ire of the guardian AI subsystem.
“Peedee make guns go pew?” It chirps excitedly, looking left and right as if expecting something to come and snatch away the words as it utters them. “Guard not looking!”
“Only if you can follow my instructions carefully, and you can line up a shot on this boarding craft.” You reply sternly.
“I go check.” The avatar disappears from your HUD, leaving you alone with only the frozen depiction of your companions and the ominously floating orb.
Seconds tick by and you begin to reconsider whether or not you should simply risk trying to use the command implant to take the shot yourself.
“Can see! Tiny ship’s butt sticking out.” The mirthful voice trills. “Can hit with little gun!”
