>>5940407>>5940449>>5940532>>5940533>>5940628>>5940645>>5940822>>5940964>>5940379You shake your head in bemusement, trying to clear the uncharitable thoughts the perfidious simulation left in your mind towards your little bro. While his naiveté sometimes gets him in trouble, young lieutenant Skyeskal is never deliberately malicious. His occasional cheek and playful banter endearing him to his current friends and likely contributing to his almost supernatural capacity to make new ones.
<span class="mu-g">Synergy Updated: [Dallas Annon Kiro Sykeskal: 94% (S Rank)] </span>
You briefly consider waking him, but Kiro is clearly sleeping like a log already and you don’t begrudge him a proper night’s rest. No, letting him snooze while you deal with your Father is the least you can do considering this is only the latest in a long string of broken slumbers you’ve subjected him to. You lean over and adjust the blankets to cover him more completely, tucking in the corners to better seal in the coveted heat that so effectively lulled the lizard to sleep.
As you tiptoe over to the small ensuite adjoining your shared officer’s cabin, you glance at the time, blue and hovering just within your field of view. You don’t have long to shower and make yourself presentable but you aren’t about to respond to an official summons looking bedraggled and out of sorts. You feel a slight vibration through your feet, gravity shifting almost imperceptibly as the deck plates compensate for some sudden inertia. Likely just an overzealous beta watch pilot making an overly enthusiastic course correction. You snort slightly, and step into the cubicle. Your bridge crew’s Navigation officer certainly wouldn’t make such a simple mistake, Cleo is much too well trained… Your thoughts trail off as you're reminded of the crimson eyed puppet leering malevolently at you — the image all but burned into your brain.
You shudder and quickly activate the shower with a touch of the softly glowing wall pad. The warm water cascades over your shoulders soothingly, washing away the night’s sweat and terror in equal measure and leaving you with only your smouldering anger at the situation.
<span class="mu-i">How many times have you been subjected to these dreamlike simulations, and why haven't you been allowed to remember them?
Is the ship’s supposedly defunct AI and its proprietary technology really policed by the insidious “Guard”, or was that just another fictitious scenario conjured to test you?
Just who and what is Peedee?
And why have you been kept in the dark? What did you do to deserve this treatment?!</span>
