>>6029391>5/6“You? You found them out?” A voice interrupts. “I’m the one with an ear to the ground not you, you overgrown shag pile rug.”
“OOF-” The shadow in the hatchway doubles over as shorter figure elbows her way into the room, flicking the light switch back on.
You breathe a sigh of relief as the light reveals the two remaining members of your bridge training crew, neither possessed by an irate AI come to exact retribution upon you. What a notion… You surreptitiously pinch yourself to ensure that— ouch. Yes. You aren’t dreaming.
Your Communications officer — Isobel Buxton — leans on the hatchframe, arms crossed in mild disapproval and amusement, as she watches your Navigation officer — Cleo von Clifton — curse like a salty shipman clutching bruised ribs. The Ulveng quickly straightens and gives her companion a dirty look.
“Ancestors, Izzy. I was just fooling around, no need for cheap shots!” The wolf-like woman whines, adjusting her translator back to her ‘normal’ settings making her sound like a petulant young girl.
Isobel ignores her comrade’s griping and addresses you. ”FoZ and Coen said you lot were working on something serious enough to ditch a pancake breakfast for so I had to grab the frightening furball here and find out.” The human woman shakes her head, tossing her bushy brown hair and rolling her eyes. “And enough with the kicked puppy act. I’ve seen you take worse hits on the sparring mats without flinching.”
Cleo pauses and then straightens with a predator’s toothy smile. “Haaa…you’re no fun. But you don’t need to sound so sarcastic, I spooked them good this time, huh? Bird-brain, Ell-Cee, Tiny?” She turns, flashing a laconic grin to EoN, you and Kiro respectively.
“Hmph, having fur for brains has clearly addled your memory.” EoN sniffs contemptuously, having barely flinched from her position, “After the <span class="mu-i">fifth</span> time, only Kiro is still surprised by your antics.”
“I-I wasn't scared… I was just making sure Dal, w-wasn’t.” Kiro stammers, peeking out sheepishly from behind you.
Cleo just shakes her head, chuffing in amusement. You wince as your brother releases his death grip but still don’t quite trust yourself to reply as you catch your breath.
“So, a little birdie told me that you three were up to something down here.” Isobel gets right to business, an eager gleam in her eye. “So spill the tea.”
<span class="mu-b">Please assign SYNERGY values to Isobel Buxton and Cleo von Clifton.
Reminder that SYNERGY affects both your social relations with each crew member as well as how effectively they use their skills, abilities and traits to assist you and, to an extent, each other.
<span class="mu-s">Remaining SYNERGY Values:</span>
*Rank A+ (88%),
*Rank B+ (77%)
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>Izzy: [Insert your vote Rank here] >Cleo: [Insert your vote Rank here] 