Log: Entering the 'find out' phase

[lastdecember]

CHARACTERS: It's a party, everyone's welcome!
TIME: 8/11/2524, immediately after the latest Status Report and for a few days after that
LOCATION: JAIL (the ship's brig, down at the very front of the ship) -- network text options also available!
WARNINGS: Talk of attempted murder, both past and potentially future


Given the ongoing operational crisis, there are three courses of action that may be considered; indefinite confinement (resource-intensive), re-initiation of cryo sleep (inefficient due to crew size), or psychological evaluation with restricted access and monitoring (most efficient course).

Final determination will be made by the Security Division.

From his cell, Wolfwood reads and rereads L3TH3's message over and over again. It's better than he'd been expecting, but he'd resigned himself to being put back into cold storage and only seeing daylight again at his court-martial. Now it's sounding like he's going to be allowed to remain part of the crew -- so long as those assholes in Security agree -- but with monitoring, and psychological evaluation.

Even clenching his hands into fists doesn't stop the shaking. He can't bring himself to regret what he did -- especially not after learning the miserable state the captain's in -- but if he'd known that the punishment for his actions would be a short leash at a doctor's whim? He might have made different choices.

Signing up for this mission might have been a mistake.

Comments

[anesthetic_rage]

Yeah, mistakes were made clearly. Zaeed wasn't going to argue with that. The door opened into the brig and put the food on the platter to be sent in to him before leaning against the wall opposite his cell.

"I see my favorite inmate's still here." He snorted. "I put my peace in. The others can send theirs and we'll see what the consensus is. Engines are holding for now." Wolfwood had been concerned about that.

[lastdecember]

Yeah, he's been worried about the engines. The fact that they're moving and finally through all those turbulence-causing asteroids are a lot of what's keeping Wolfwood together right now. The further they get from that nebula, the better.

He doesn't have any control over his future or his current state of containment, but he can pettily ignore that offered meal. He can pettily ignore Massani, too, pretending to keep scrolling on his CL-10 like he's not just reading L3TH3's report for the twentieth time. They're voting on his fate already, huh? That's fine. No reason to draw things out.

As much as he wants to know, he won't ask. However Massani voted to punish him, it's out of his hands. He'll find out soon enough what his sentence will be -- like hell is he going to beg for early answers, or mercy, before then.

[anesthetic_rage]

He just sighed at the silent treatment. Yeah, that was about what he expected. Zaeed grunted and folded his arms. No point that getting out of this nebula wasn't going to be immediate. It was making him nervous. "Vash was asking about you. Told him he could stop by and I'd let him in if he gets a moment free." He lifted off and turned towards the door. "There's a shrink who woke up, so they'll probably be checking in on you soon enough, one way or another."

He reached for the door, considered for a moment and then grunted again. "Don't hunger strike. Eat, dumbass." The door opened and he stepped out before letting it close behind him.