09-27-2013, 04:03 AM
Soft morning light broke through the glass of the balcony window where it, having enveloped the balcony itself in its brilliant glow, slowly crept across the apartment. Presently, the filtered rays of sunlight that flitted across the room steadily lit up the sleeping form sprawled across the bed that dominated the space. Nanoha stirred a little, flinging a hand across her eyes to shield them from the dazzling light, and wondered why she hadn’t thought to draw the blinds before finally letting herself go to sleep.
Good morning, my master. It has been ten hours, twenty-two minutes, since you began your rest.
Raising Heart’s plucky wakeup was greeted with little more than a huge yawn from her barely awake master. Nanoha was not known for being great at waking up, but once up she would be running at full capacity until the day ended. The Intelligent Device was, after the nearly twenty years of their relationship, very used to the human particulars of her master. It was all carefully recorded and added to the comprehensive responsive architecture that her magical systems were comprised of.
Of course, Raising Heart didn’t need sleep; she had been busy the entire night running a complex series of searches via the newly installed Dataverse device that Nanoha had constructed and incorporated into her systems. The substance designated as ‘Omnilium’ certainly did seem to have powerful applications, but the Device was suspicious of the probable chance that the source of this powerful was ultimately nebulous. Something of this power and versatility was remarkable to the point of outright absurdity. Her master’s assessment that a powerful Lost Logia must be at play here was not at all unfounded, but Raising Heart could not find any data in her extensive internal logs that indicated the ancient Belkans had ever created a device that even rivalled this sort of power. Something was amiss indeed.
While the Dataverse certainly did contain a great store of information, it was very clear that there were few denizens interested in a comprehensive system of managing said information. She had found numerous references to a region of the Dataverse that was referred to as ‘The Databanks’, which certainly sounded like a place worth investigation, but the entrance was barred to remote users except via high level admin rights. Hacking had never been Raising Heart’s strong point, so she logged the relevant data and left it for Nanoha to sift through later.
Regarding more immediate concerns, locating the library of Coruscant had taken mere nanoseconds. There was a vast amount of data regarding it, though most of it consisted of irrelevant social networking references. The library’s networks appeared to be within a closed network, so further data retrieval was impossible without directly interfacing with the library’s database system. That was not much of an issue, since Nanoha wished to visit the library in person regardless.
One oddity, however, was an apparent ban on Primes accessing the library; a law put in place by Dredd himself. Reasons were, naturally, vague and mostly consisted of ‘public security’ or ‘state secrets control act’ and other such inane politicking. It was clear that the Empire valued its information dearly, and was determined to ensure that the possible leak of information at the hands of uncontrolled Primes was something they were determined to prevent. A determination that the Prime called ‘King Bradley’ had apparently forgotten to mention to Nanoha.
Over the course of Raising Heart’s internal discourse, her waking master had finally roused properly from her sleep. Stretching, Nanoha slid off the end of the bed and walked across to the living space that the rest of the single-room apartment was taken up by. She stopped, likely remembering where she was, and stared with some disappointment at the bare kitchen counter in front of her.
“Did you get up to much, Raising Heart?”
Yes, my master. A thorough diagnostic has been completed, and the Dataverse connection has been fully explored. I have compiled a list of relevant data logs for you to view, and readied a suggested plan for Omnilium expenditure to restore my systems fully. Also, several remote recording devices were located within this accommodation. They were of simple composition, and were easy to deactivate. I have also utilised the new device system to order a selection of foodstuffs and other necessities. They should be arriving shortly.
Nanoha resisted the urge to roll her eyes. This was typical Raising Heart behaviour; Nanoha was a mother to all those under her command or training, and Raising Heart had become her second mother in response. Master and Device had been together for so long that the bond between them did lead to some bleed of personality. Nanoha had become significantly more capable of critical analysis than she had been in her youth, and Raising Heart had developed… Well, a heart, so to speak. Add that to an Intelligent Device of unknown origin and unique make up, incredibly complex development over the course of nearly twenty years and the result was a Device so finely tuned that every device technician in the TSAB struggled during maintenance.
It did give Nanoha a little flush of pride to think about, from time to time.
Recording devices in state provided accommodation? It was obvious, but did the Empire no favours in Nanoha’s eyes. At any rate, they were of no issue now thanks to Raising Heart’s vigilance. All they had to go on now was here actual location of residence, but that wouldn’t be a hassle to relocate if needed.
Raising Heart received the delivery as Nanoha took another showed and dressed. With a full day to explore the city ahead, it was best to get creature comforts out of the way. The delivery was, naturally, filled with exactly what Nanoha expected and a decent breakfast took little time at all to prepare. Going over the diagnostic reports, and the data files that Raising Heart had compiled that night, Nanoha began to understand just how massive Coruscant was. Perhaps checking out the city and its inhabitants would be the best course of action, and visiting the library could wait.
Over the course of the next few days, that was precisely what Nanoha and Raising Heart did. The citizens of this tier of Coruscant were pleasant, regular, folk- if a bit stuffy or naïve at times. They spent hours just walking the streets, chatting to shopkeepers or fellow commuters, poking around in every large public building they came across, and climbing to every vantage point they saw to view the city as extensively as possible. Nanoha spent one afternoon playing a modified form of baseball with a group of energetic youngsters at a small field on the outskirts of a residential district, and Raising Heart took every opportunity to connect to every Dataverse terminal they happened across.
It didn’t take much questioning of the locals to understand that while this tier of the city was a sort of utopia, conditions below dropped with every tier you went down. The government, run by the enigmatic but beloved ‘Emperor’, was as close to a carefully concealed totalitarian dictatorship as you could get. While Nanoha was still concerned that the blanket ban on Primes entering the library would prove to be an unwelcome complication, she had several academics she spoke with assure her that proper application to the relevant authorities would grant her access. As to which authority was the relevant one, she still had no idea; each person had suggested contacting a different government department each time.
It was then that she remembered about the message that Judge Dredd had sent to every new Prime arriving at Coruscant. The one about the upcoming Jubilee of the Emperor- some sort of festival here- and a stiff invitation to assist with security. Nanoha was loath to help the man, but perhaps it might be an opportunity to speak with him directly regarding the library, or perhaps another Prime in the Empire’s employ who might be a bit more… Amiable.
From what she had heard from the locals, the festival started on the morrow. At the very least, it would be an interesting melting pot of state sanctioned activity and pure social fun.
Returning to the apartment for an early night, Nanoha checked the Omnilium reserves building up within her and smiled slyly to herself. If Raising Heart’s projections were correct, tomorrow morning would allow them to reactivate a particular vital system. One that might give some people a surprise.
Good morning, my master. It has been ten hours, twenty-two minutes, since you began your rest.
Raising Heart’s plucky wakeup was greeted with little more than a huge yawn from her barely awake master. Nanoha was not known for being great at waking up, but once up she would be running at full capacity until the day ended. The Intelligent Device was, after the nearly twenty years of their relationship, very used to the human particulars of her master. It was all carefully recorded and added to the comprehensive responsive architecture that her magical systems were comprised of.
Of course, Raising Heart didn’t need sleep; she had been busy the entire night running a complex series of searches via the newly installed Dataverse device that Nanoha had constructed and incorporated into her systems. The substance designated as ‘Omnilium’ certainly did seem to have powerful applications, but the Device was suspicious of the probable chance that the source of this powerful was ultimately nebulous. Something of this power and versatility was remarkable to the point of outright absurdity. Her master’s assessment that a powerful Lost Logia must be at play here was not at all unfounded, but Raising Heart could not find any data in her extensive internal logs that indicated the ancient Belkans had ever created a device that even rivalled this sort of power. Something was amiss indeed.
While the Dataverse certainly did contain a great store of information, it was very clear that there were few denizens interested in a comprehensive system of managing said information. She had found numerous references to a region of the Dataverse that was referred to as ‘The Databanks’, which certainly sounded like a place worth investigation, but the entrance was barred to remote users except via high level admin rights. Hacking had never been Raising Heart’s strong point, so she logged the relevant data and left it for Nanoha to sift through later.
Regarding more immediate concerns, locating the library of Coruscant had taken mere nanoseconds. There was a vast amount of data regarding it, though most of it consisted of irrelevant social networking references. The library’s networks appeared to be within a closed network, so further data retrieval was impossible without directly interfacing with the library’s database system. That was not much of an issue, since Nanoha wished to visit the library in person regardless.
One oddity, however, was an apparent ban on Primes accessing the library; a law put in place by Dredd himself. Reasons were, naturally, vague and mostly consisted of ‘public security’ or ‘state secrets control act’ and other such inane politicking. It was clear that the Empire valued its information dearly, and was determined to ensure that the possible leak of information at the hands of uncontrolled Primes was something they were determined to prevent. A determination that the Prime called ‘King Bradley’ had apparently forgotten to mention to Nanoha.
Over the course of Raising Heart’s internal discourse, her waking master had finally roused properly from her sleep. Stretching, Nanoha slid off the end of the bed and walked across to the living space that the rest of the single-room apartment was taken up by. She stopped, likely remembering where she was, and stared with some disappointment at the bare kitchen counter in front of her.
“Did you get up to much, Raising Heart?”
Yes, my master. A thorough diagnostic has been completed, and the Dataverse connection has been fully explored. I have compiled a list of relevant data logs for you to view, and readied a suggested plan for Omnilium expenditure to restore my systems fully. Also, several remote recording devices were located within this accommodation. They were of simple composition, and were easy to deactivate. I have also utilised the new device system to order a selection of foodstuffs and other necessities. They should be arriving shortly.
Nanoha resisted the urge to roll her eyes. This was typical Raising Heart behaviour; Nanoha was a mother to all those under her command or training, and Raising Heart had become her second mother in response. Master and Device had been together for so long that the bond between them did lead to some bleed of personality. Nanoha had become significantly more capable of critical analysis than she had been in her youth, and Raising Heart had developed… Well, a heart, so to speak. Add that to an Intelligent Device of unknown origin and unique make up, incredibly complex development over the course of nearly twenty years and the result was a Device so finely tuned that every device technician in the TSAB struggled during maintenance.
It did give Nanoha a little flush of pride to think about, from time to time.
Recording devices in state provided accommodation? It was obvious, but did the Empire no favours in Nanoha’s eyes. At any rate, they were of no issue now thanks to Raising Heart’s vigilance. All they had to go on now was here actual location of residence, but that wouldn’t be a hassle to relocate if needed.
Raising Heart received the delivery as Nanoha took another showed and dressed. With a full day to explore the city ahead, it was best to get creature comforts out of the way. The delivery was, naturally, filled with exactly what Nanoha expected and a decent breakfast took little time at all to prepare. Going over the diagnostic reports, and the data files that Raising Heart had compiled that night, Nanoha began to understand just how massive Coruscant was. Perhaps checking out the city and its inhabitants would be the best course of action, and visiting the library could wait.
Over the course of the next few days, that was precisely what Nanoha and Raising Heart did. The citizens of this tier of Coruscant were pleasant, regular, folk- if a bit stuffy or naïve at times. They spent hours just walking the streets, chatting to shopkeepers or fellow commuters, poking around in every large public building they came across, and climbing to every vantage point they saw to view the city as extensively as possible. Nanoha spent one afternoon playing a modified form of baseball with a group of energetic youngsters at a small field on the outskirts of a residential district, and Raising Heart took every opportunity to connect to every Dataverse terminal they happened across.
It didn’t take much questioning of the locals to understand that while this tier of the city was a sort of utopia, conditions below dropped with every tier you went down. The government, run by the enigmatic but beloved ‘Emperor’, was as close to a carefully concealed totalitarian dictatorship as you could get. While Nanoha was still concerned that the blanket ban on Primes entering the library would prove to be an unwelcome complication, she had several academics she spoke with assure her that proper application to the relevant authorities would grant her access. As to which authority was the relevant one, she still had no idea; each person had suggested contacting a different government department each time.
It was then that she remembered about the message that Judge Dredd had sent to every new Prime arriving at Coruscant. The one about the upcoming Jubilee of the Emperor- some sort of festival here- and a stiff invitation to assist with security. Nanoha was loath to help the man, but perhaps it might be an opportunity to speak with him directly regarding the library, or perhaps another Prime in the Empire’s employ who might be a bit more… Amiable.
From what she had heard from the locals, the festival started on the morrow. At the very least, it would be an interesting melting pot of state sanctioned activity and pure social fun.
Returning to the apartment for an early night, Nanoha checked the Omnilium reserves building up within her and smiled slyly to herself. If Raising Heart’s projections were correct, tomorrow morning would allow them to reactivate a particular vital system. One that might give some people a surprise.
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