>>5971093“Well, regardless.” FoZ perseveres, “due to the intrusive nature of your experience last night, you might want to visit medical for a checkup. Or at least let Eyes-of-Night take a look at you discreetly if you think that might be an anomalous action.” He nods at Coen, acknowledging his earlier point. “She is trained as a medical assistant after all.”
“Assuming you haven’t caused her to be flagged as a security risk with whatever was in that sample you gave her, of course. Where exactly did you say it came from again? “ Coen states softly with an arched brow. “You were sure to warn her not to use any of her lab’s networked equipment, correct?”
Right…that. You leap to your feet, all thoughts of finishing breakfast banished by a surge of adrenaline.
“I should probably go check on her.” You reply hastily, only mildly panicking. “Please think about what I asked. I’ll need your help.”
“Not in escaping from the brig, I hope.” Coen comments dryly.
“Though that would be interesting too.” FoZ replies thoughtfully.
“Gottagobye!” You dash for the mess hatch, determined to reach the medical deck before EoN finishes setting up her equipment, and push your way past the crowd still filtering in.
“Mffph cmmphnn wffph woo!” Your Ops officer shouts something indecipherable, but chases after you — nimbly ducking between and sometimes under the press of bodies to keep up.
By the time you both reach the medical deck and enter the lab EoN uses for her science work you realise just how long you spent recounting your story. The Tyllano woman has already begun analysing the sample, the grey mass hovering in a brightly lit mass lock field surrounded by various scopes and magnifying equipment. Your Science officer herself looks wide eyed in shock at the readings and is making incoherent distressed hooting noises that increase in volume as you stand there catching your breath.
“Eww, is that snot?” Kiro asks, huffing slightly from the run.
“Oh thank the stars you’re here!” EoN screeches, finally noticing your arrival, “The nanites I injected into the sample to manipulate it are out of control! They’re systematically destroying it and refuse all my stop commands even when disconnected! They aren’t supposed to be able to do that!”
“Calm down, EoN.” You note her deployed vac suit and promptly activate your own for safety, nudging your brother to do the same. So protected, you rush forward to assist. “Tell us how we can help?”
“I’ll take all the hands I can get. We need to burn off the rampant nanites before there's nothing left to analyse!” Her squawks translate in a harried tone. “Here you two, take a laser scalpel and sync your visor feeds with my instruments!” She holds out a pair of shiny surgical lasers to you and Kiro in desperation.
