Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31401828-20170602122803/@comment-29038468-20170826011105

"We'll see about that." Justine says. She studies the map and teleports to the core processor of ICARUS. "So this is what your processor looks like...Alright ICARUS, you'll be working under my executive orders from now on." Justine says aloud. She removes the glove from her left hand with her teeth. "You'll feel a slight systems failure for a quick moment." She says. Placing her hand onto the processor, black lines start tracing all over the processor before encompassing the entirety of the processor. The darkness fades and now the processor glows a soft purple indicating a complete overwrite of code, now, ICARUS and the Trieste are under Justine's explicit control until it becomes over written again by hand or Justine hands over the ownership to someone else and confirms it. "Now then, ICARUS, if you would be so kind as to copy all of the data you have in your data banks, I'd like that in a physical form if possible." She says.