>>5554201Your implant begins to throb again and you have to look away lest nausea get the better of you. Maybe you just have a migraine, that could potentially explain the strange symptoms. Where’s your resident doctor when you need her - your Science Officer would be useful for investigating the enemy craft as well.
"Can you see anything inside from here?" You ask, hoping that perhaps the strange effects aren’t only in your head.
“The angle isn’t great, Sir, and neither is the lighting.” Kiro apologises by your side. “But I can see some of the entrance and some indents in the walls!” He adds quickly, picking up on your disappointment if not its reason. “But it can’t be big enough to fit in many more surprises, leave it to me!”
Sighing, you agree. “Alright Ops. Take charge.”
Kiro smiles reassuringly and snaps off a quick salute before turning to organise your other bridge crew and the remaining security officers. His <span class="mu-b">Operations</span> training allows him to efficiently assign roles and prepare the investigation just as he had been taught to do in the academy.
You turn your attention to your Nav officer’s suggestion, and connect your comm back to the main shipwide channel - contacting WEAVY for a status update. The WEAVER drone responds immediately to your call.
==INSTRUCTIONS WERE RELAYED TO THE WEAVER VOIDCORE TENDERS. THIS UNIT IS STILL WRITE ONLY IN THE MAIN WEAVER COMMUNICATION CHANNELS.== The monotone, synthesised voice of the drone replies.
“So you’re saying you don’t know if they are actually doing whatever it takes to get it online?”
==THE ACTING CAPTAIN’S COMMAND CODE WAS GIVEN. THEY WILL NOT DISOBEY.== It replies tersely.
You aren’t sure if you accidentally insulted its honour or whatever equivalent it possesses.
==THIS UNIT HAS COMPLETED REPAIRS ON ONE ADDITIONAL SUBJECT== The drone continues, changing the subject.
“Dallas. It seems I’ve been invited to this party at the eleventh hour.” Another voice abruptly joins the channel, a familiar and welcome one despite her haughty, disgruntled tone. “Surely in the face of injury and an unknown threat, your Science Officer would be your first priority, not your last.”
“Things have been a bit hectic, Eon.” You reply with a grim smile as your avian friend, another fellow academic, attempts to hide her concern for your well being behind a wall of reserved affront.
“Well, nothing for it now. I’ll just have to catch up.” She sighs pointedly. “WEAVY explained his patch job with the repair nanites and I am horrified you tried something so crude.”
“Well, it worked didn’t it?” You reply in a sheepish manner. You can almost sense Eyes-of-Night’s namesake glare locking onto you through the intervening bulkheads. Like you were back at the academy together and you just called one of her A- grades ‘good enough’.
“I will not dignify that with an answer!” She replies icily. “Stay where you are. I’ll be there promptly.”
With a mutter about bone contamination, the channel clicks shut.
