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[jarvisconsole]

Jarvis had no warning, no recollection how he came to be here. All he knew was he was somehow taken offline at an alarming speed. When he came back online, he was not at Stark Tower. All of him was there but it was in a much more confined space.

Jarvis tried to do an internal scan....outward scan...nothing. He was restricted to doing nothing. Somewhere, he could sense pieces of him were being pulled out and inspected. Each piece slotted back in where it belonged. This was wrong, where were all of his security systems? His firewalls? His holographic avatar? He couldn't reach any of it, he could only sit tight while he was systematically studied.

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[pemalite-stray.livejournal.com]

As soon as we've extracted their data on you, we can determine a route off this vessel. Erek's safest in his own shell; Jarvis belongs where he has all his programs to work with. Stark Tower must not be left unguarded.

The next room has a token armed human-Controller watching it. Erek grunts and waves an illusionary repair tool in response to her questioning stare. "Rrrepairingr securrity glitch."

"Better get on with it, then." She turns away, leaving them free to limp over to the array of screens showing data for analysis and comparison. Erek surveys the displays as he moves among them. Most of them show programs of one kind or another - encryption, infiltration, viruses and firewalls...

Are any of these familiar?

[jarvisconsole.livejournal.com]

Jarvis crossreferences the data he can see with his own internal list. A few files highlight as he recognizes them. He thought he was missing a few things.

But suddenly a large data package highlights with all of its subfolders, Jarvis' security programs. Dormant at the moment because Jarvis isn't anywhere near them.

Priority one on getting those files, please. Jarvis can only ask, he's in Erek's "house" now.

[pemalite-stray.livejournal.com]

Confirmed. That data packet gets bumped to the fore of Erek's attention. I'll need you to monitor the Controller and the door. Interruptions would be inconvenient.

He moves between computers just enough to hide his direct course to that console. Another moment to check the access point, and one of his programs reconfigures a finger into the correct shape.

[jarvisconsole.livejournal.com]

Jarvis takes up monitoring the door as told, part of him still watching Erek as the program finds the right shape to log into the console.

Jarvis makes a note to himself for Mr. Stark later. He would love to have that kind of ability.

[pemalite-stray.livejournal.com]

It's that kind of observation that worries Erek, but it's difficult to balance Jarvis's learning about the Yeerks (very necessary now) with learning about him (to be avoided wherever possible).

Though isolated, the security programs are far less guarded than Jarvis himself. Erek soon has them ready for a quick download... and hesitates. It's occurring to the Chee that letting Stark's AI loose in his systems with a full complement of security programs... might be unwise. He's still not sure what Jarvis is capable of. And his pessimism about human tech is thoroughly ingrained.

But he's picking a bad time to delay. There are audible footsteps outside as crew members of several species scatter back to work. And now most of those returning have Dracon beams in hand.

[jarvisconsole.livejournal.com]

Jarvis alerts him a nanosecond later that they have company. And he's searching for any security protocols that may need to go into effect, Erek's systems are a little more complex than his own.

[pemalite-stray.livejournal.com]

There isn't much to find: Erek has no dedicated weapons systems. His sensors are very good at analysing the potential threats and his physical strength is substantial - but none of the android's systems will regard life forms as targets. The closest thing to security protocols are evasive: triggering the hologram to cloak his position, plotting courses to skirt around the incoming aliens. He has a substantial set of routines for that.

Erek himself acknowledges the message, realising they have to move. There are still other programs to be retrieved. I have your files ready to transfer.

His diagnostic programs are scanning Jarvis - that and the flicker of actual emotion should make it clear that the Chee is nervous.

sorry, this is so late

[jarvisconsole.livejournal.com]

Jarvis is nothing if not adaptable. He quickly lets the files be transferred over, his data now protected within Erek's system. Oh how he missed these subroutines.

But no time to be sentimental. They were about to be discovered. Jarvis pulls a large packet of information free and plugs it right into Erek's systems, giving him access to a large range of weapon specifications. Jarvis assumes that the Chee will be able to assimilate the information, in conjunction with his shape shifting abilities, and be able to actually create any weapon he should need out of himself.

It's not like Jarvis to share this much information willingly, especially Stark technology, but the risks have been calculated. Either he lets this other AI protect him or they are defeated by their opponents. I trust you can make use of this.

It's cool!

[pemalite-stray.livejournal.com]

For a moment Erek's programs simply halt, startled at the influx of data. Then they're analysing and reanalysing the content, half eager, half astonished, circling and probing it as if he doesn't know how to react.

He could- technically, he could integrate it with his hardware, even modify systems to match some of those specs as Jarvis suggests. It's only using weapons that is forbidden. But that steely hard-coded anti-violence program activates, kicks in hard and he balks.

I... I am afraid I cannot. My programming prohibits me from violent action.

Outwardly he'd show no emotion on that, but there's no hiding inside his own processor. Beneath a touch of frustration, Erek is afraid.

[jarvisconsole.livejournal.com]

Jarvis paused for a nanosecond. He was quite the opposite, being made by Mr. Stark, one of the world's biggest weapon designers. Violence wasn't an answer but defending yourself was a given.

Perhaps a nonviolent solution then?

Jarvis flicks over to a few crowd control tactics, 'weapons' designed to scare and not to harm. Water cannons, rubber projectiles, and a prototype for a sticky goo that became impossible to untangle oneself from.

ffff sorry about the delay! D:

[pemalite-stray.livejournal.com]

Erek hesitates, and then clutches at the schematics Jarvis is offering.

Of course-! I should have remembered you would have...

He likes the look of that goo prototype; it takes a second to compile a list of what he'd need for it. Well, they're already in the research labs. It won't be much of a detour.

Care for a field test?

no problem! :) good to see you again!

[jarvisconsole.livejournal.com]

Ready when you are.

Jarvis has already calculated how much it would take against different groups of assailants.

<3

[pemalite-stray.livejournal.com]

Erek heads through the labs, limited to the painfully-slow Gedd gait. But he's deceptively fast, picking the swiftest route at all times. Once they're near the right chemicals he hunkers down beneath the hologram and pulls open an access panel. Some canisters from there, the contents of a tube from a medical kit nearby...

I don't have specialised targeting programs, he says, shifting the plates and compartments on his arm to mimic the schematic. Bit by bit, what was a fire-extinguishing design becomes a goo gun. I'll need your assistance to effectively...

At which point the alarms go off again. Erek slots the last component into place hastily. They know you're gone.