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[his expression is unreadable in the darkness of his bedroom, but with each fresh batch of attacks on the shields, the flashes of blue light his face up, and 'stormy' doesn't even come close to describing it. he's been relistening to the recorded exchanges between Orion and the rest of the passengers, as well as of the three recorded events seen around the ship.]
Where did he get so many ships from? He said he only had three to launch a rescue attempt. Perhaps that was why he's been silent for so long but...he said we were three months away from any aid, even more now since those conversations took place nearly a month ago. Well...there could have been a patrol unit passing by, but to get that many...? No, no, no, something he said to Elraine, something about the research station and crisis protocols.
[he runs a hand through his hair, groaning loudly. it doesn't help that he's realising that perhaps, at times, Orion might have been telling the truth during those conversations--and it annoys him greatly.]
That idiot, how is firing upon us supposed to help?! That can't possibly be the crisis protocols! At this rate, that lot'll push us straight into the path of the black hole! That stupid, stupid---this has to end. He never said anything about this when we spoke to him! DNA codes to bypass the bridge controls, separate redundant mini control systems, what a bunch of rubbish.
[he falls silent for a moment, moving toward the bedroom door, still muttering to himself.] Ganymede would never buy any flattery on my part. He remembered me...[he begins to smirk] Not that I'm that hard to forget.
[grinning, he heads out into the hallway, a plan up his sleeve, but knows some might not like what he's going to say. it's a chance he's going to have to take.]