>>6030868>>6029397>>6030911>>6030911>>6031050>>6031165>EoN rolls 51. Excited and intrigued with the insight into the voidship’s inner workings. >Cleo rolls 50. Fired up to solve a mystery and a little too pleased to be breaking the rules.>Izzy rolls 95. Sceptical and unsure of your approach to the situation.“So let me get this straight.” Isobel frowns, after you conclude your tale. “The ship’s AI, the stuttering machine we don’t even trust to operate the doors anymore, has been messing with the minds of our future captains and has led directly to the death of your elder brother.”
You nod solemnly as Kiro makes a soft noise, clinging to your side in sympathy for the brother he never got to know.
“Then the Captain,” your Comms officer continues, “specifically told you that it might do the same to you, disabled your command implant and told you to lie low for a while. Does that about sum it up?” She gives you an incredulous look.
“Ah well,” you clear your throat self-consciously, “yeah, that’s pretty much the long and the short of it.”
“So then what gave you the bright idea to immediately ignore your Father’s commands and start digging into the ship’s secrets. Do you have a death wish?” She looks around the room to your companions. “I can’t be the only one seeing the problem here, right?”
“Hey, we’re being careful!” Kiro pipes up, pointing to the deactivated devices on the lab bench. “Dal made a promise and if we all work together and keep an eye out… we’ll make sure nothing bad happens to him!”
You smile in thanks for the solidarity, attempting to pat your brother’s bumpy head as he fends you off. You glance up at your Navigation officer as she says something in her native Ulveng tongue, not quite making it out.
“This isn’t a dogfight or a battle, Cleo. It's not ‘hesitation’ , it's caution in the face of an unknown but dangerous threat.” Isobel replies, having parsed what was said.
Cleo shrugs, growling softly with a wicked gleam in her eye. A short bark and her knuckles cracking as she makes a huge fist needs no translation. Any threats, AI based or otherwise will have to go through her.
EoN squawks a longer reply from behind you, pointing out that scientific breakthroughs and discoveries like this come once in a lifetime. That waiting might lead to the ship locking down all further sources of inquiry into technology that could improve the entire sector’s way of life.
Some nuance is lost without the translator but you assume she was using her aloof and superior tone, as always, despite her slightly puffed up feathers betraying her genuine excitement.
“Really, EoN? I expected the gung-ho attitude from the furball but not from you.” Izzy sighs, “Dallas even admitted everything he saw was in his head. Why would you believe any of it was real? Why take the risk, when it could mean losing his position or worse, his life?”
