I couldn't locate SaintBeam anywhere, and since my "psychic" link with him was permanently severed, there was no use in that. So I turned to some books written by the Trilaxians, who regularly deal with multiple personalities. I do a bit of basic memory recovery, since it seems that I got a copy of SB’s memories. I don’t have all of them recovered yet, but it shouldn’t be too long. I look for the origin of Malice Beam.
It seems that SB’s life has always been on that ship, a very lonely existence from what I can see. And it also seems that he slowly lost touch with his original self. Not in the same way that one faced with isolation for so long would normally loose one’s mind. I knew better. It is mainly because I am now joined with Malice, that I can draw comparisons between to two memories. I recognized his “handwriting” on SB’s memories, although Malice was not sentient at the time. It was when I joined them that he was able to take form.
Then it hit me like ice water. If I had SB’s memories, he had mine! SHOOT! That means he knows about the Taco thing in High School, and about the Battle-Suit I’ve been making. MY PASSCODES!
I got up and ran to the nearest working terminal. There are certain levels of things which the computer uses to identify a person. The lowest of them are pass codes, and the two highest are voice and DNA. I knew SB had the pass codes, and he might have some thing with my DNA, but I had all three. I used that to undo anything he might have done, and then changed my codes.
Then I had an idea, I didn’t get rid of the old ones, but rigged them. I created a new account with those codes, set it to level 1 access, then told the computer to tell me when and where it was used.
Now for the Battle-Suit. Since I can no longer trust in the Unicron body, and I KNOW some very violent stuff is going to happen here, I need some offensive power.
(two hours later)
I’m informed by Ops that we might have to deal with a nuke, and could I possibly come up with a means of preventing it. It wasn’t hard, nuclear weapons had become obsolete years ago, however, our little station wasn’t exactly up to date, and no one thought a nuke would ever be used again. Idiots, nukes are SO easy to make, they should have foreseen it. Oh well, after a few modifications to the shields, we are ready to fend off a nuclear strike (assuming that there is someone watching the scanners to make sure that no uranium makes it into the station).
, should I leave now are stick it out. I might be worth it to hang around, since this is pretty much THE center of infomation in this sector, IF it's not destroied that is.