>>5970337>>5970357>>5970400>>5970333>>5968814<span class="mu-b">SYNERGY Updated: [Finder-of-Zephyrs: 61% (Rank C-)]
SYNERGY Updated: [Coen La’afette: 73% (Rank B-)]</span>
>Kiro rolls 54. Ready and raring to go as always.>Coen rolls 93. Concerned and sceptical. >FoZ rolls 72. Concerned but thoughtful.“...so now Father has deactivated my implant and wants me to keep all of this to myself and just… <span class="mu-i">conform</span> to how things have always been done.” You explain in quiet exasperation, “But I know what I saw was real, at least in part, and now that my connection has been cut off I'm asking for your help to work this out manually.”
Your Tactical and Engineering officers stare at you in silent concern, still processing your request along with the wild tale of simulated nightmares and secrets lost to time. You nervously drain the last of your mug, more soggy crumbs than coffee at this point, as you wait for your crew’s judgement. It’s a lot that you’re asking them to take on faith, not to mention they’d be complicit in defying direct orders from the Captain just by helping you. And while you’ve taken precautions, you aren’t sure whether the Guardian AI will cause trouble for your friends just for knowing what you’ve now told them. What if they-
“Ssho when we ssshtartin’, Dal?” Kiro, almost unintelligible around a mouthful of pancake, interrupts your worried thoughts.
“What?” You blink, taken aback.
He gulps mightily and gasps for breath in his haste to speak.
“I said, ‘so when are we starting?’ Sounds like the sooner we find out where this new friend of yours is hiding, the better!” Your brother grins toothily, eyes bright with excitement at the promise of a mystery to solve. Kiro at least, has no qualms with supporting you — faithful as ever.
“Oh, well I was hoping we could look at some historical medical records or maybe trace what server her command code was being used from…” You glance over to FoZ to judge his reaction to that idea but find him in deep thought.
You consider repeating yourself, but the distractible avian appears to have entered one of his fugue-like states and you know getting through to him while he ponders is a futile endeavour. Coen however, despite not attending the academy with you and the rest of your crew, has always been more in sync with what you have in mind, though now he’s quick to voice his concerns.
“We are the first you’ve told all of this, correct?” He asks cooly, ”Not even the Captain knows?”
“He asked me not to share any details with him.” You nod in affirmation. “He’s networked into the ship with his implant too. With the AI on alert-”
