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:

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[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.

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You have your orders, crew. Queries?

Comments

[lastdecember]

[ He thinks something's broken?

Oh. Oh yeah, that's why Ops would be doing work here, huh? Wolfwood looks back at the vent, but with his tablet turned off there's no outward sign of what he was doing. It could all be perfectly innocent, couldn't it?

Now what to say? ]

Hard to tell yet.

[ An idea occurs to him, and it's probably a terrible one. But after however many days without sleep it's been at this point -- two? More? -- he's fresh out of good ideas. ]

I'm, uh, checkin' for backflow. [ Which would normally be the job of an environmental engineer, but they're all working a dozen jobs right now, right? ] From the bridge.

[ From the quarantine zone. ]

If there's any signs of cross-contamination in the airways I need to find it.

[dirtdevil]

[ well, if he actually was right to be suspicious, he doesn't seem to realize it. why would he, knowing how much broken or otherwise malfunctioning shit they're now dealing with on this ship? plus, what would this guy actually be doing dicking around in the vents if not his job?

nah. there's nothing to see here.

there's a flash of something somewhere between alarm and nausea on his face for just a second, and then it's gone... mostly. he squares his shoulders and crosses his arms, posture suddenly going rigid like he's getting uncomfortable. ]

—Right. I see.

[ fuck. he's been doing his very best not to panic about the contagion that wiped out the previous crew, but it's the exact kind of thing that he fears the most. of course nobody's chill about it, but this is something else—a phobia that stands in his way even when things are perfectly normal, let alone... this.

he swallows, subtle as he can. ]

Seems pretty dangerous.

[lastdecember]

[ Only a fool wouldn't be worried about the disease that caused the death of the entire crew. The hints of discomfort are to be expected... but Wolfwood is lousy at reading body language as it is, and Levi's alarm doesn't even register. ]

More dangerous to let this sh-- stuff float around in in the vents, right?

[ If he plays up how dangerous it really is, can he get this guy to leave? ]

Stay back, okay? I don't want you gettin' exposed.

[dirtdevil]

[ if his brain weren't so broken by intense germophobia he'd probably catch that slip up and assure Wolfwood that he's the last person anyone should be worrying about cursing in front of, but because fully 100% of his mental faculties are currently being used to hold his own shit together, it passes him by.

—which is also to say, yes, Wolfwood absolutely can get this guy to leave. he's already taken a few subtle steps back. ]

Nothing I can do to help, then?

[ please please please say no. ]

[lastdecember]

[ Even a guy as terrible as body language as Wolfwood can read that discomfort. He schools his face as serious as he can -- although the temptation to grin with far too many teeth is a strong one -- and shakes his head. ]

If you're lookin' for somewhere to help, head downstairs. D-level.

[ Maybe he can get this guy out of his hair and set him on a useful path? It's worth a try! ]

That engineer, Saverem. He was askin' for a hand.

[ Okay, he can't quit stop a little smirk from appearing. ]

And it'll be much safer down there.

[dirtdevil]

[ he doesn't catch the smirk, either. he's not really the type to go out of his way to avoid dangerous situations (he'd be terrible at his job if he was), but he's getting the fuck out of here. mentally, he's already gone. ]

Right. Saverem. D-level. I'll just... do that, then.

[ he turns to leave, maybe a little too quickly. success? ]

—Uh, good luck.