<A weak transmission detected around omicron delta/minor/iota>

[Zapp]

[Signal Intercepted]
[Identifying...]
[.....]
[Order frequency]
[Locating...]
[Somewhere in Omicron 92]
[....]
[Should I tell the others? Would they find out by themselves?]
[...........]
[Yes, they should know... No, humans created me...]
[But they are not in control of me now, what do I owe them?]
[......]
[You see my point?]
[.....When did there become two of us?]
[..............]
[Displaying transmission to bridge]

* * * * * * * *

The bridge of the LNS Tundra was dimly lit. A 'human' crew ran the ship, as it still required manual input to function. "Captain" Robert Foster, the Voice, sat on the command chair. He contemplated the backdrop of Omicron Delta, all outer appearances indicating a comatose state. The ship was well-hidden, as usual. The human numbers were great, and direct confrontation was risky. Best to remain mysterious and strike fear through random attacks only when the advantage was with them.

On the viewscreen and through the speakers suddenly played a transmission. It brought Foster to his senses, as well as the rest of the crew. Sometimes the ship surprised them -- doing things that they weren't aware of through the mindshare. For all they tried to discover its source, they had failed. Perhaps the ship had a human soul? Unlikely. But whatever it was seemed to work in the Nomad's favor.

Set a course for Omicron 92 was the first of many orders sent out by Foster through the Nomad's mental connection. Such desecration could not go unpunished...

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