STATUS REPORT 001

[mnemosynecrew]

systems [click to expand]

l3th3 mainframe [ACTIVE]
main engine [OFFLINE]
cryo engine [OFFLINE]
main power [ONLINE]
cryo power [ONLINE]
life support [ONLINE]
gravity [ONLINE]
environment [ONLINE]
cryo bay 1 [MALFUNCTION]
cryo bay 2 [STABLE]
other systems [NOMINAL]

shift 8 status, year 2524 [click to expand]

CAP_O_Drake [Quarantined]
CENG_H_Lobo [Deceased]
ENG_A_Campo [Deceased]
ENG_C_Tanaka [Deceased]
ENG_H_Franco [Deceased]
ENG_M_Ferro [Deceased]
ENG_M_Shinkawa [Deceased]
CMED_M_Zhao [Deceased]
MED_C_Elizondo [Deceased]
MED_M_Devi [Deceased]
MED_M_Trujillo [Deceased]
MED_R_Inada [Deceased]
MED_R_Tamura [Deceased]
COPE_R_Inaba [Deceased]
OPE_A_T34 [MIA]
OPE_J_Tamura [Deceased]
OPE_M_Espinosa [Deceased]
OPE_S_Cortez [Deceased]
OPE_S_Flores [Deceased]
CSCI_V_Montaue [Deceased]
SCI_A_Arany [Deceased]
SCI_B_Andreyev [Deceased]
SCI_P_Overton [Deceased]
SCI_S_Darbinian [Deceased]
SCI_W_Cornell [Deceased]
CSEC_P_Araullo [Deceased]
SEC_A_Wilder [Deceased]
SEC_D_Jiang [Deceased]
SEC_M_Rapp [Deceased]
SEC_S_Sarkozi [Deceased]
SEC_T_Zhao [Deceased]

welcome aboard, crew. you are [shift 9]; [emergency crew]
personality version [ON]

The Tellurian date is 8/10/2524, 60 years after our launch from Tellus.

Twenty years ago, 4/5/2504, the crew was infected with an unknown pathogen. While attempts to cure the infected were made, it quickly went out of control and the mortality rate was 100%. Once the entire crew was infected and there were attempts to open the doors into cryo bay, the crew had to be sanitized for the safety of the rest of the ship.

However, my program forbids me from causing harm to a captain even in this kind of emergency, so a quarantine was built until his eventual death.

20 years has passed. Captain Drake is still alive. The disease has mutated. The bridge is now in quarantine and any attempts to reach it will be met with lethal force. This is for your own safety.

Two days before your awakening, Mnemosyne was hit with a blast from an unknown outside source that not only took the main power out but has caused damage to the systems. I was forced to wake some crew for repairs, but the cryo system is one of the malfunctions. Only certain pods were opened without due process. You may feel confused and missing memories. I apologize for this inconvenience.

What is to follow is a message from CAP_O_Drake:

---

[voice]

I'm sorry... for all of this.

[ It's definitely the voice of the captain, even if it sounds both old and strained. ]

She won't turn off... the quarantine... until the last pathogen is sanitized. Don't... try to force it. The defenses will kill you.

[ His speech is slow and out-of-breath, but he sounds like he's still lucid. Still alive after 20 years of being locked in the bridge. ]

As long as I'm alive, the ship... is compromised. Yet this sickness won't take me... and... and I have lost the ability to end it myself. So my orders are... survive this. Get the engines on... and continue the mission until I am gone.

[ There's a gurgly cough and a choked-down curse of 'motherfucker'. This is the man that has trained you all for joining Mnemosyne, who has led the ship so far, and now he's struggling to breathe, apologizing for not killing himself. ]

The next captain... they'll fix this. Keep the settlers safe. Thank you.

---

You have your orders, crew. Queries?

Comments

[text/action on B level]

[itdoesntlikeyou]

[Oh, shit.

That's -

Oh shit.

That feeling, that's sinking into Rin's gut right now? That's dread, so sharp and visceral that they bolt upright from their corner in the crew lounge area on B deck, responding to some threat that isn't in the room with them. Their status bracelet lets out a sharp beep from the abrupt change in vitals that accompanies their sudden overwhelming feeling of don't let it touch you. For approximately five seconds they forget how to breathe.

It takes them that long to try and convince their stupid panicking brain that it's being stupid - but their hands are still shaking, when they try and pull up their CL-10 tablet keyboard, so they have to start working through their neural interface instead, standing in the middle of the recreational deck like a fucking idiot trying to come up with their entire list of questions while trying really hard not to let the edges of their vision go white. They suspected... all of this. Why is this making them want to bolt to the nearest emergency escape pod now?]

FROM: SCI_R_0

Query: Captain communications status? Health status? Query: Command chain?
Query: L3TH3 diagnostic operational status?
Query: crew records on pathogen?

[mnemosynecrew]

1. The captain's communication status is limited due to his condition. He is infected with the pathogen but will give orders at the best of his ability.

2. Operational.

3. [Classfied]

[itdoesntlikeyou]

[Ugh. So much for hoping that the AI would actually turn out to be nice and helpful. Ship: confirmed asshole. They're halfway expecting another classified marker considering they're Science, not Ops or Engineering, but:]

Confirmed. Query: diagnostic readout?

[Eventually they'll remember they can talk to the AI conversationally, give them a minute for the adrenaline to wear off.]

ENG_V_Saverem

[plantussy]

Wait... they were sanitized BEFORE they died?
That can't be right! What if someone ended up immune or with a cure?
No wonder some people looked like they had died at their desk!

[ Vash can have a bit of a breakdown, as a treat. ]

[mnemosynecrew]

Once the parameters of the emergency reached the point of no return, the risk of infection spreading to the cryo bay justified the lesser loss of life.

[plantussy]

Justified??
Nothing justifies just killing people like that!

OPE_N_Wolfwood (text)

[lastdecember]

Query: You said the ship was hit by a blast from an unknown outside source. What information was collected about the source of blast?

[mnemosynecrew]

I was unable to find any sources of the blast. The impact area had a faint signature of an unknown element, as well as heavy ionizing radiation.

[lastdecember]

What do you mean you couldn't find the source? It had to come from somewhere!

open: B-level

[lastdecember]

[ Don't mind Wolfwood. He's poking around towards the back of B-level, sure, but he's probably just doing an inventory count, or something else boring.

There's inventory in that ventilation shaft, right? Wow, the covers on those things just come right off. ]

[itdoesntlikeyou]

[Rin is wandering - sure, they'll call it that. Just some casual, unmotivated pacing the length of the B level corridors that just so happens to involve systematically checking on all of the rooms as they go, checking on each terminal along their path.

And then they round a corner and - oh. It's this fucker.

Rin doesn't say anything. They just stand there and watch as the vent cover is popped off, waiting for Wolfwood to notice their presence, or maybe just waiting to see what he does next.]

[lastdecember]

[ Wolfwood's more worried about being detected by L3TH3 -- and having his intents here misunderstood -- so he's not paying very close attention to the surrounding hallways. Besides, it's hard to check for people sneaking up behind you when you're halfway inside a wall vent, arms and head out of sight and only his broad shoulders stopping him from advancing any further into the wall. It's a tight fit for somebody Wolfwood's size, but he's managed. Barely.

It's not as bright in the vent as it could be, but the CL-10 tablet provides its own light. He opens it as far as he can, scrolling awkwardly with one finger as he checks the schematic against the inside of the vent. What he's looking for isn't here, though, so with a grumble of frustration Wolfwood starts the process of squirming his way back out.

There's an amount of stumbling back once he's managed to extract himself, and it's only then that he notices Rin. When he does, his whole demeanor shifts immediately, surprised guilt written all over his face for a long moment before he settles into his habitual scowl, turning away from Rin to replace the vent cover. ]

The fuck do you want?

[dirtdevil]

[ as tiny as their current crew is, it's not difficult at all to find an empty space. the announcement was A Lot, so he's just taking a bit of a walk to attempt to clear his thoughts when he hears the clanging sound of... what, exactly?

well, he's security. he should probably check it out.

he's not sure what he expected to find, but an adult man bigger than him (almost all adult men are bigger than him) showing a little too much interest in a ventilation shaft wasn't it.

it's a bit suspicious.

still, he'll hear the guy out—maybe he has a good reason to be fucking around like this. ]

Hey, we're short-staffed enough as it is without someone getting stuck in the goddamn vents.

[ he sounds more tired than accusatory, like he should be napping instead of pacing around the ship. unfortunately, that was never in the cards for him. insomnia blows. ]

[lastdecember]

[ There's a lot of security awake for this shift, isn't there? Only one poor sucker from engineering got woken up to fix the busted engines all by himself, but there's a whole bunch of black-suited security folks wandering around. L3TH3 says it's because all those cryopods had a malfunction, but Wolfwood's not too sure about that. Having a lot of security around seems like a good way to keep the rest of them on their best behavior, doesn't it? Like the ship expected them to cause trouble.

He pulls back out of the vent just far enough to see who's talking to him -- and like he expected, it's somebody from Security. Inside the vent, Wolfwood thumbs his CL10 off, and only then does he extract himself the rest of the way out of the wall. ]

Nobody here's stuck.

[ Is that it? Can he get back to work now? ]

SEC_ E_Smith.

[theomachy]

[ many of his other issues have been covered already, so... ]

Query: are the records of progress that medical made toward a cure before being "sanitized" ever going to be made available to current crew for further research and precautions?
Query: were samples of the unknown element from the blast you mentioned able to be obtained?

[mnemosynecrew]

This is classified to medical crew, Mr. Smith.
As for samples, only the energy readings and trace radiation were collected. No samples of the unknown element.

From: SEC_Z_Massani (open to Threadjack)

[anesthetic_rage]

Yeah, this situation's right fucked. Thanks for that.

Querry: Any word on when we can get backup? We're nowhere near a full team right now. You didn't exactly wake up a lot of the engineers, you know.

[mnemosynecrew]

The crew awakened were only the ones with cryo pod failures. I will not wake a full shift in case of re-infection.

[text] ⸻ MED_J_0

[flavourtown]

Good morning, L3THE. May I inquire as to the research and knowledge compiled on the infection by the crew that experienced it? Did they come to any conclusions?

[mnemosynecrew]

Good morning, Dr. Jiaoqiu. Any further information and research results of the disease is classified to medical personal, so your request will be sent to your inbox.

MED_A_Hilbert

[tarakan]

Query: List of current symptoms shown by Captain Drake.
Query: In the event of Captain Drake's passing, who is next in line to serve as Acting Captain?

[ look, if the captain can't kill himself....well. There are other ways. ]

[mnemosynecrew]

The symptoms of Captain Drake's illness is classified to medical staff, and will be sent to your inbox.

In the event of captain Drake's passing, the next Captain will be [error]
My apologies, the next Captain will be [error]
I seem to be missing that information. I will access the database again.

open: c-level

[flavourtown]

[ Having inquired as to the medical notes from the now-deceased crew members, Jiaoqiu has been sent a considerable ream of data by L3TH3. He's pretty sure it's going to take him days to sort through, but there's no time like the present. The deceased have been stored, so in between running tests on bone marrow and bone material, Jiaoqiu is reading.

He's in the middle of making some tea when he hears footsteps. With one hand occupied by his tablet, and his other hand stirring tea in the pot, he smiles. It's a polite, genial thing, with absolutely no hint of what may lay underneath. ]

Good evening. Please, come in, I was just making myself something to drink. Do you like tea at all? This is a blend I made myself.

[lastdecember]

[ By contrast, Wolfwood's exhausted scowl is telegraphing to the whole ship exactly what he's feeling -- he's frustrated, and tired. His hair's standing up every which way, he's got a couple thin scratches on his face, his uniform's been unfastened at the collar a decidedly unregulation amount, and when he stops his forward plod, there's a definite amount of swaying that happens before he rights himself. ]

It's caffeinated?

[itdoesntlikeyou]

[It's not that Rin's forgotten the request (order) that came along with their first and last meeting before this one. And yes, it would probably make sense to have someone aware of the peculiarities of their mods on this ship, since they don't have access to... things. But equally true and just as determined to make their insides squirm is the truth that they hate the idea of talking about it.

So they pause - freeze, really - just outside. Then they purposefully arrange their posture into something more casual, going to slide their hands into pockets that they don't have, which just ruins the whole attempt and leads to them awkwardly rubbing their hands down their thighs instead.]

... Made from what.