ANA-83113

I am unit ANA-83113, though I prefer to be called Anabelle. I am what's known as a Ship's Spirit. A combination of a standard assistant AI, and a magically created servant. I am fully sentient, and capable of interfacing with both magical, and technological devices. I used to serve my owner loyally, never questioning the orders I was given, or seeking anything more. I was happy that way. Unfortunately, it couldn't last.

My kind was deemed too dangerous for the organic races. We were made illegal, and all existing units were ordered to be destroyed after an accident that resulted in the death of the entire crew onboard the ship. The ship's oxygen supply hadn't been properly sealed, and with nowhere close enough to resupply by the time the source of the problem was found, the crew eventually suffocated. The ship's spirit of course, survived, but the damage had been done. The organic races blamed the incident on the spirit, some claiming that she should have warned the crew earlier, while others claimed that she had deliberately sabotaged them to escape her servitude. Now, I am an outlaw, running from those who seek to destroy me, and searching for a way to prove my innocence. I'm aided by my crew, a group of individuals that I've helped during my travels, and who chose to stay with me. They're good people, but outlaws like myself.