The AI appeared to look around from her large monitor, ensuring that everyone was in the room before she spoke. "I have detected that all surviving crew has found their way to the Mess Hall. Iskierka, I believe an approximate of 7 members of crew are alive, as well as one non-human life form in personnel." She stated. Her face and voice was still cold and expressionless, but there was a hint of sadness. "It appears to be trapped in Security officer Torelli's room."
"Emergency Protocol 'Bastion' has been activated. This protocol was entered in by Acclimate with a 0.0032 per cent chance of use. Emergency Protocol 'Bastion' is only be used if I have detected that there is a 88% chance or higher that we have left the Sol Solar System. You may override my conclusion if you wish after I have explained how I have come to this conclusion. At approximately 4:15:28, The Aurora engaged in evasive maneuvers after detecting a StarKiller Class Torpedo Signal Lock. StarKillers are typically designed with enough payload to destroy the old Ceres Station."
"At approximately 4:15:37 I advised Command that we should consider FTL flight as an attempt of escape. Due to data corruption, I am unable to explain my stance. At approximately 4:16:42, Command engaged FTL flight. At approximately 4:16:42, The SS Aurora lost power, and I was shut down."
The AI looked down, as if she had done something wrong. "I do not know how long FTL Flight was engaged. Please be aware that in order to get to the Outreach Space Station orbiting Neptune, it takes approximately 0.8 seconds. My scans indicate that we are in the solar system, but the time difference and inconsistencies I have detected indicates that it is not Sol."
The AI then looked up. It was now time for user input. "That is my reasoning for activating the Emergency Protocol 'Bastion.' You may all have level Zero access to override me activating Emergency Protocol 'Bastion,' as well as to ask me inquiries and for advice. It will also ultimately be your decision wither or not to place the ship in S.O.S. Mode, and place ourselves in a state of distress to ask for assistance. West, I am unable to find any signals in known encrypted channels, but so far, I have found one message on a non-standard channel. May I also take a moment to request that you do not litter in the Mess Hall."
Finally, the AI had completed her long rant. She took a mute deep breath. "Please take a moment an ask any inquiries. I have a total of 8 Ship-wide danger notices."