Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20170313134600/@comment-30700719-20170317234751

"What the-ICARUS, shut it down!"  I stop and blink. I had no idea ICARUS could actually be infuriated. Looks like Siri's going to get a missile to the face. I keep going and nearly run straight into the Trip Mine. "Huh. I wonder what would happen if it actually hurt me?" I whip out my Raging Judge and fire it at the Trip Mine, whilst simultaneously yelling in pain. I then keep running to the helm. "Put the helm in lockdown! Apply metal plating to the monitors, servers and computer systems! I don't want to break anything while I'm tossing the March Hare around the room." In the helm of the Trieste, thick metal covers roll down over the fibreglass windows. A thin layer of molten metal is sprayed around the room, effectively prohibiting any access to the functions of the helm.  ICARUS's digital form changes again, swapping out the delta wings for wings with wide cylinders in them. The gravity-defying engine changes into the standard engine.  It seems that Siri is having a profound effect on ICARUS-rather, he's getting angry. Nothing ever gets ICARUS angry. Not even the time that a 13-byte virus took him the good part of a week to purge from the system. "Geez, I'm starting to wonder if this March Hare is even from this planet!" I approach the helm and walk inside, my eyes snapping to all possible entrances.