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Aug 18, 2025 10:52 pm

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[He pauses, noting the alarm in her expression.]
"...this isn’t about service, is it? You think something’s actually wrong. Not lounge-wrong. Ship-wrong."

[He steps aside, gesturing toward a quieter alcove by the bulkhead, voice low but attentive.]

"Is it the crew? The jump? Have you felt anything off—pressure shift, systems hum, anything? Or is this something else entirely?"
[He taps his commlink twice but doesn’t yet call anyone.]
"Help me help you, Miss Adriana. If there’s danger, I need specifics. If it’s just a feeling… well, I’ve been in enough courtrooms to know not to ignore those either."

Adriana's facial expression has gone 'stony' at L.C.'s unexpected appearance in her way to her stateroom. The initial alarm in her voice and posture have been supressed or otherwise subsided. Her head goes down and she looks at the deck, intent, as if peering beyond the grav-plates into the maze of mechanisms and ductwork below.

"I'm...uh, I'm sorry. I need to get to my stateroom. Please!"

after a pause, listening to LC...

Terry arrives behind Adriana. "Ah, Captain! I'm sure everything is all right. Addy has never 'jumped' before. I'm sure its all nothing. Nothing at all to worry about. Just some sort of space-sickness, maybe. You all right Addy? You're not going to be sick, are you?"

Adriana keeps here head lowered, looking at the deck. Mumbles "I'm...I'm OK. Need something from my stateroom. Need..."

Louis Claude Rains "LC"

Muns Inactive for 15 days

Aug 19, 2025 1:03 am

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[Passenger Deck – Corridor outside Lounge]
[LC watches Adriana’s change in demeanor with the quiet precision of a man who’s filed too many post-incident reports. Her alarm fades into a brittle silence — the kind that usually precedes either a confession or a collapse.]

LC Rains:
"Of course, Miss Adriana. Don’t let me keep you."
[He takes half a step back, just enough to clear her path without appearing dismissive. His voice stays low, not commanding — but firm enough to hold the moment.]
"Just… remember you’re not alone aboard. We don’t stand on ceremony when someone’s in distress. If anything changes — or you remember what it was that put you on edge — my door’s always ajar."
[He adds, almost offhandedly, but not without meaning:]
"And you’ll find the stateroom bulkheads more forgiving than the deck plating, if you feel the need to pace."

[He offers the barest incline of his head — not quite a bow, not quite an apology — before turning his attention to the ever-chipper Terry.]

"Mr. Theodorick. Always a pleasure to have a positive outlook on board — Jump does strange things to newcomers, even if the stomach stays settled."
[He eyes the younger man a moment, gauging the overcompensation. Then, more softly:]
"Sometimes it’s just the change of air. Sometimes it’s more personal. Either way, if she needs anything — privacy, talk, tea, stronger things — you come find me or the crew."

[As the couple moves past, LC lets his fingertips linger near the comm toggle at his belt. He doesn’t press it. Not yet. But he files the moment away in his mental ledger — tagged, indexed, and cross-referenced. Then, with a muted sigh, he heads toward the Galley, already composing his next casual conversation with Kayla and Said-Ma. Just a little vigilance — early in the jump, before things unravel.]

[Galley Service Corridor – Shortly After the Lounge Incident]
[LC leans against the stainless bulkhead just outside the Galley, the aroma of Kayla’s cookies mixing incongruously with the faint tang of recycled air. He waits until Said-Ma emerges from checking the Frozens, and Kayla is between tasks — then speaks low, voice dry but deliberate.]

"Right. Just a quiet word, ship’s business. Nothing dramatic — yet."
[He glances toward the aft corridor where Adriana vanished moments earlier.]
"Young passenger, Adriana. Bride of Mr. Sunshine back there — Theodorick. Came apart a little in the lounge. Claimed ‘something’s wrong,’ looked ready to jump out the airlock or into the deck plating."

[He folds his arms, gaze flicking between the two women.]

"Now, I’m not one to medicate nerves or chase ghosts… but I’ve seen that kind of fear before. Doesn’t feel like jump-sickness. Feels like someone who’s seen trouble and doesn’t know how to say it aloud."

[He softens, just a touch.]
"Keep an eye, would you? Not intrusive. Just… professional interest. Subtle check-ins. Tray service if she doesn’t come out. If she asks for anything odd — meds, access, tools, you name it — let me know."

[He shifts his weight, as though the conversation is already forgotten — but the steel in his tone lingers.]
"We’re just hours into jump. If something’s festering, I’d rather lance it before it festers through the hull."

[He nods once, then straightens. Tone lightens — just barely.]
"Also, don’t let me forget to try those cookies before Bronz eats them all. Man’s got a sixth sense for sugar."

LC then grabs two cookies from the tray and heads to his room on the crew deck.

Packratt66 Inactive for 19 days

Aug 19, 2025 7:47 am

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Day 1: Jumpspace - not long after LC. Left the bridge

Tharrok sits at his bridge station as usual for the long-time space flight veteran. At the moment, however, he is annoyed… vexed, really. A month ago, the ship underwent maintenance, supposedly with a fine-tooth comb. They’ve made two jumps and so far, they are 100% for mishaps. Thankfully, they have, thus far, been minor in seriousness.

But it sits uneasy on the mind. No real solid evidence of wrongdoing or some sort of Machiavellian machinations. Just some hinky feelings and the stiffened patch of fur just under his collar. He, periodically and unconsciously sniffs the air (probably some sort of leftover behavior from his canine ancestry). Their potential dealings with the Santanocheev family on their current destination certainly doesn’t help his disposition.

Tharrok, himself, has never actually had dealings with the Santanocheev family-at least not directly and knowingly. But he knows the history of how the Imperium nearly lost the Fifth Frontier War. "Things predictably go wrong around that overbearing, tin-plated dictator with delusions of godhood," Tharrok mutters under his breath. But the thought that the Former Sector Admiral might feel some sort of animosity toward the Captain… that felt a little more concrete… he could smell that tro….

Tharrok catches a familiar scent… actually, a pair of familiar scents… LC and Chocolate Chip Cookies. Locking his work station, the Vargr hops up from his acceleration couch and nearly skips off the bridge, leaving the automatic monitoring systems to do their job. Quickly through the hatch, he catches LC just as he steps off the lift and before he gets to his quarters. Sniffing the air, he notes the two cookies in LC’s hand and says, "Now where in The Marches did you get those yummy-smelling cookies? And are there any more? I’d like to know… I want to know… I NEED to know!" Tharrok’s tongue lols out to one side and there is the slightest beginnings of a drool trail forming at the corners of his mouth.

Louis Claude Rains "LC"

Muns Inactive for 15 days

Aug 19, 2025 5:54 pm

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[LC Rains, mouth full, crumbs dusting his rumpled lapel]

"Mmff—uh-huh—these?"
—crunch—
"These are diplomatic-grade confections, you insatiable hound. Acquired under obscure subsection 7.4.2(c) of the Aramis Culinary Exchange Charter, which, incidentally, no one has enforced since the Fondant Riots of 1089."

[He licks a bit of chocolate from his thumb, eyes narrowing suspiciously at Tharrok’s wagging tail.]
"They were in the sealed crate labeled ‘Data Crystals – Obsolete Formats.’ I liberated them during a… how shall we say… spontaneous audit."

—chomp—

"No, there are no more. And even if there were, you'd have to fill out Form 82-C, Petition for Emergency Edible Redistribution, signed by me, Kayla, and one indifferent god."
[devilish smile creeps across his lips]

[He wipes his mouth on his sleeve, then pauses, softening slightly.]
"Tell you what. Go up to the galley on the passenger deck and see if she has any left for ‘redistribution’. Of course that is after the passengers have their fill. Do that and I’ll forget to file the required Notice of Internal Consumption, subclause Dessert-Related. Deal?"

[LC starts walking again, holding the last cookie up like a torch of office.]
"But touch this one and I’ll cite you under Imperial Edict 112: ‘Thou Shalt Not Covet Thy Captain’s Confection.’ Punishable by dish duty. For a month."

playbydave Inactive for 20 days

Aug 19, 2025 11:47 pm

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LC:

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"Mr. Theodorick. Always a pleasure to have a positive outlook on board — Jump does strange things to newcomers, even if the stomach stays settled."
[He eyes the younger man a moment, gauging the overcompensation. Then, more softly:]
"Sometimes it’s just the change of air. Sometimes it’s more personal. Either way, if she needs anything — privacy, talk, tea, stronger things — you come find me or the crew."

Theodorick ("Terry") does seem younger than LC, maybe a decade or so, but he seems mature and 'comfortable'. The proprieter of "Chez Terry" restaurant back on Mora. A businessman and perhaps once a chef...

In his usual optimistic tone he responds: "Ah, poor Adriana has never been off Mora before. (he waves a hand indicating everything around) "This is all strange to her. She has led a sheltered life. But she is very smart, and a quick learner. In a day or two she'll be an 'old hand'! Just like us, eh Captain!?! Old hands!"

He turns to go back to the passenger's lounge, but LC's next words stop him.

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"Now, I’m not one to medicate nerves or chase ghosts… but I’ve seen that kind of fear before. Doesn’t feel like jump-sickness. Feels like someone who’s seen trouble and doesn’t know how to say it aloud."

[He softens, just a touch.]
"Keep an eye, would you? Not intrusive. Just… professional interest. Subtle check-ins. Tray service if she doesn’t come out. If she asks for anything odd — meds, access, tools, you name it — let me know."

"She's not easily frightened, Captain". Terry's voice has dropped into a serious tone. But then he resumes his smiling optimistic voice: "Ah, she'll surely get a wind of those cookies I can smell coming from the auto-chef. Your Steward must have a deft hand or a secret recipe. I must know about that, of course! Share if you would, a kindness to a traveler...."

playbydave Inactive for 20 days

Aug 19, 2025 11:51 pm

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OOC:

Sorry, a lot of things to respond to here and I've already skipped ahead. I'll try to catch-up and back-track a bit. Strict chronological order will be broken but not too significant....yet. More coming!

Muns Inactive for 15 days

Aug 20, 2025 1:23 am

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playbydave says:

OOC:

Sorry, a lot of things to respond to here and I've already skipped ahead. I'll try to catch-up and back-track a bit. Strict chronological order will be broken but not too significant....yet. More coming!

No worries David!

Louis Claude Rains "LC"

Muns Inactive for 15 days

Aug 20, 2025 1:29 am

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[Passenger Deck – Corridor outside Lounge, shortly after Adriana departs]
[LC watches Adriana disappear down the passage, then turns back toward Terry with the faintest lift of an eyebrow. His voice, when it comes, is low and politely framed — but with a bureaucrat’s edge, filed just sharp enough to draw implication.]

LC Rains:
"Mr. Kavan… I appreciate your enthusiasm for managing the domestic front."
[He gives a light smile — all courtesy, not a single tooth.]
"Though you’ll forgive me if I note you seemed a touch eager to wave off assistance. Most first-time jumpers don’t predict doom with quite so much specificity."

[He pauses, adjusts his cuff, and shifts the tone ever so slightly — less inquiry, more hospitality.]

"That said, the crew respects a passenger’s privacy. We also respect concern — so if either you or your wife find yourselves in need of… comfort, distraction, or something warm, our steward has just replenished the galley with a fresh tray of cookies. Complimentary, of course. A little courtesy we try to extend during Jump Week."

[He offers the faintest of nods, almost a bow.]

"They’re exceptional. As is our steward. We’re quite fortunate to have her aboard."

[LC steps back, letting the moment dissolve, the corridor his once more. His expression unreadable, his posture relaxed — and his thoughts, very much not.]

Later will consult with Kayla, Said-Ma and Tharrok on Terry's responses to gain their input. The Engineer Team needs to concentrate on their current problem set.

Leilani Nekaii

TiffanyKorta Inactive for 23 days

Aug 20, 2025 9:30 am

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"I'd offer to cook you my famous cookies, but we're probably good for hull sealant right now!" Leilani quipped as she approached the Captain, everything going on had kept her pretty busy the last day or so

"I can offer you paperwork to sign! Any day now we'll get ride of stuff like this and we'll be pure paperless!"

Decherrek the Droyne Sport

playbydave Inactive for 20 days

Aug 21, 2025 3:16 am

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Decherrek approaches LC, Tharrok, Leilani and passenger 'Terry'.
"Hmmm..." he utters flatly, his visage unreadable as always. "Mister Terry, If I may be so bold. I too have sensed a problem. Is your mate prone to such sensitivity? Has anything like this happened before?"

THEODORICK (Terry) stares at the Droyne for a long moment, color draining from his face. But then he sucks in a big breath and pastes a wide smile back on his face.

Terry sounds chipper as usual as he says: "Ah, you know, Adriana is unflappable. Smart as a whip and usually calm in the face of any adversity. I'm wondering what's got into her myself. Perhaps I should go and find out what ails her? Do you mind, Captain?"

Terry will move to the passageway and Adriana's stateroom unless stopped...

Decherrek looks at the Captain. "Perhaps we should speak of this in private, Captain. In your cabin?"

Louis Claude Rains "LC"

Muns Inactive for 15 days

Aug 21, 2025 3:56 pm

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LC Rains:
[LC turns toward Leilani, expression brightening a touch — or at least softening from 'suspicious diplomat' to 'approachable bureaucrat.']

"Leilani, my dear — never let it be said that I fear a cookie challenge. If you think yours can give Kayla’s batch a run for their starches, I welcome the bake-off. I shall serve as impartial judge, with Tharrok as my highly qualified associate in culinary arbitration."
[He winks, then leans in, mock-conspiratorial.]
"Just be advised — she’s got a head start, as this cookie batch already has Tharrok's seal of excellence."

LC turns and winks at Tharrok. Then, gesturing to the datapad she’s brandishing like a weapon — the most fearsome kind: bureaucratic.]
"And as for the paperwork… I live in eternal hope. Though if we ever do go fully paperless, I’ll be forced to find new reasons to loiter in the galley pretending to be busy."

[He offers a grin — actual, not administrative — and a two-finger salute.]

Louis Claude Rains "LC"

Muns Inactive for 15 days

Aug 21, 2025 4:05 pm

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LC Rains:
[LC regards Decherrek with a subtle tilt of the head — not surprise, exactly, but a weighty curiosity reserved for those moments when the universe hums in a key he can’t quite place. He listens to Terry’s reply with professional politeness, but his eyes never leave the Droyne.]

"Of course, Mister Kavan. She’s your partner — and your presence might do more good than another question from the likes of us. Please, check on her. Let me know if there’s anything she needs… or anything we ought to know."
[His tone is calm, but there’s iron behind it — an unspoken ‘don’t test me’ woven through the courtesy. He steps aside to allow Terry passage.]

[Once Terry moves off, LC turns to Decherrek and gives a short nod.]

"Private it is. Shall we?"
[LC gestures toward his cabin, already preparing mentally for whatever unorthodox insight the Droyne might offer — and steeling himself for the possibility that the ship’s problems might not be strictly mechanical after all.]

LC Rains:
[LC watches Terry move down the corridor, then turns back to Decherrek with measured focus. The shift in tone was subtle, but unmistakable.]

"Understood. Let’s talk."
[He gestures toward the nearby hatch to his cabin, but before turning, he casts a glance toward Tharrok and Leilani.]

"That said — I trust Tharrok’s instincts and Leilani’s perspective. If what you’ve sensed might touch more than just one system or soul aboard, I’d value their ears in the room. But it’s your lead, Decherrek. We can keep this one-on-one if needed."

[He lets the invitation linger, open-ended, as he steps toward his quarters.]

playbydave Inactive for 20 days

Aug 21, 2025 4:55 pm

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TiffanyKorta says:

"I'd offer to cook you my famous cookies, but we're probably good for hull sealant right now!" Leilani quipped as she approached the Captain, everything going on had kept her pretty busy the last day or so

"I can offer you paperwork to sign! Any day now we'll get rid of stuff like this and we'll be pure paperless!"

Thessa Ting, the courier, approaches Leilani. "There is something wrong, isn't there? I mean, no announcement has been made. Did we mis-jump? Or is there something else wrong? I'm on a schedule, you know. Any delays... I've already been delayed because of the damned Oberlinde screw-up. I'm already going to be late. Damn it!" She seems greatly annoyed if not outright angry.

Decherrek the Droyne Sport

playbydave Inactive for 20 days

Aug 21, 2025 5:09 pm

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(After moving to a more private spot, speaking to LC and perhaps Tharrok as well)

"Do you know much about Droyne, Captain LC?" This question seems 'out of the blue', very strange...

"Seriously Captain. I am not idling the time. But in case you do not know this; there are many who say we Droyne have mental abilities. Psions, they say. Here in Imperium that is not a good thing. Very bad sometimes. Droyne have been attacked, even killed by mob. Some Imperium sophonts very hostile.

"So, Psion always in danger here.

"If human is Psion, and not Zhodani, what would they do? Only rumors, but some may be part of Imperium Special Security. Serve the Emporer or? Well no one knows, I think. No choice given if discovered.

"Only alternative is mythical PSIONIC INSTITUTE. Is it real thing or only rumor? But if true, that is where Psion who not want slavery in Imperial Service might go.

"Just saying. Psion might sense things others miss.

"Just now I am sensing that things are very much amiss. In more than one way. Is something wrong Captain? Perhaps you will share this knowledge?"

playbydave Inactive for 20 days

Aug 21, 2025 5:17 pm

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Meanwhile....

'Terry' returns from the passenger stateroom passageway, looking distressed. He sees Leilani with Thessa Ting. 'Shaky' (security agent) remains seated, speaking with Steward Kayla.

"Adriana has locked her stateroom hatch and is not answering. I've tried 'knocking', and also intercom. Honestly, I'm starting to worry. This seems highly unusual. Very out of character for her. Is there something we can do?

Louis Claude Rains "LC"

Muns Inactive for 15 days

Aug 21, 2025 7:42 pm

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LC Rains:
[LC listens quietly as Decherrek speaks, arms folded, eyes half-lidded but sharp. At the mention of Psions...LC thinks of Zhodani prisons, there’s the briefest flicker in his expression — something cold and remembered.]

"I’ve some experience with the Zhodani, Decherrek. That’s more than enough telepathy for one lifetime, thank you. Beyond that? I’ve no beef with Psions — not the homegrown kind, anyway. You won’t find me dragging anyone before a Tribunal over a hunch or a headache."

[He runs a hand through his hair, the bureaucratic polish briefly giving way to something more personal.]

"As for your mythical Psionic Institute — never seen it. Wouldn’t know where to look. But if it did exist? Well…"
[He gives a thin smile.]
"...the Imperium being what it is, I’d expect it’s hidden for good reason. And if there were a way to funnel people toward it, discreetly and safely? Might be worth building that pipeline. You know, for the greater good… and maybe a modest processing fee."

[He shakes off the flash of mercantile thinking with a shrug, eyes returning to Decherrek.]

"Point is — if you’re picking up on something and can’t get a clear read? That bothers me more than anything else we’ve seen. Come with me."

On LC walk down the corridor he quickly taps out a swift command on his tablet, the interface recognizing his priority flag and directing a message to the crew-only comm channel.]

[Crew Chat – Priority Flag Alpha / Logged LC Rains]
— Mr. Kavan reports Adriana has locked herself in stateroom and won’t respond.
— Kayla, Leilani, and Said-Ma: Assist Mr. Kavan. I authorize internal override if necessary to ensure she’s safe. Keep it respectful — but report immediately on crew-only line once you have eyes inside. We need to know if she is okay or not.
— One of you — whoever’s best placed — update Miss Ting. Let her know all’s well. No misjump, no anomalies.
Delegation is a virtue. I’m down on the Cargo Deck if needed.
Thank you
— LC

[LC motions Decherrek to follow him and LC heads to the ladder and starts going down to the Cargo deck, making sure Decherrek follows him down. He then heads specifically near the container bound for the Santanocheev family.]
"Let’s test that sense of yours. If something’s festering aboard this boat, I’d rather it not ripen mid-Jump."

Decherrek the Droyne Sport

playbydave Inactive for 20 days

Aug 22, 2025 4:46 pm

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LC eyes returning to Decherrek.]

"Point is — if you’re picking up on something and can’t get a clear read? That bothers me more than anything else we’ve seen. Come with me." (As LC walks down the corridor he quickly taps out a swift command on his tablet, the interface recognizing his priority flag and directing a message to the crew-only comm channel.)

[Crew Chat – Priority Flag Alpha / Logged LC Rains]
— Mr. Kavan (aka 'Terry') reports Adriana has locked herself in stateroom and won’t respond.
— Kayla, Leilani, and Said-Ma: Assist Mr. Kavan. I authorize internal override if necessary to ensure she’s safe. Keep it respectful — but report immediately on crew-only line once you have eyes inside. We need to know if she is okay or not.
— One of you — whoever’s best placed — update Miss Ting. Let her know all’s well. No misjump, no anomalies.
Delegation is a virtue. I’m down on the Cargo Deck if needed.
Thank you
— LC

[LC motions Decherrek to follow him and LC heads to the ladder and starts going down to the Cargo deck, making sure Decherrek follows him down. He then heads specifically near the container bound for the Santanocheev family.]
"Let’s test that sense of yours. If something’s festering aboard this boat, I’d rather it not ripen mid-Jump."

DECHERREK "I am not a trained Psion, LC." The reptiliod alien shows no emotion, as usual. "But all Droyne have certain senses. I am feeling two things now. One is that Adriana is...hmmm...is fine. I am aware of her using some sort of.....ability, but I do not know what. She has clearly detected something wrong. Perhaps she is trying to clarify that detection into some useful information?"

pause, walking...

"You suspect something is wrong with that shipment to Santanocheev. Perhaps that is the case. But I am not sure I will be helpful in solving that conundrum. Though I am willing to assist as best I can."

Llogan Tamm

LloganTamm Inactive for 20 days

Aug 22, 2025 11:23 pm

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Adriana has locked her stateroom hatch and is not answering. I've tried 'knocking', and also intercom. Honestly, I'm starting to worry. This seems highly unusual. Very out of character for her. Is there something we can do?

OOC:

Tamm is available for security duty & he has an override if the stewards aren't going to open the door. If help is wanted, just call Engineering. It's likely that Tamm can open the door from Engineering.

Last edited August 22, 2025 11:25 pm

Muns Inactive for 15 days

Aug 23, 2025 10:39 pm

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OOC:

I would expect that the Steward, and Medical officer would have the over-ride capability for opening the cabin doors to the passengers. Just my thought, the security access would be necessary as a failsafe to lock out the Bridge and Engineering and unlock it. Passenger cabins should open by the owner and the ship's crew.

NEW: Yes, makes sense. The Captain should be able to give stateroom lock "over-rides" to anyone he wishes, Medic and Steward of course, but any designated as "Security" might be routinely included, too.

Louis Claude Rains "LC"

Muns Inactive for 15 days

Aug 23, 2025 11:33 pm

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LC Rains:
[Down on the cargo deck, LC folds his arms and listens as Decherrek speaks, the hum of grav-plates underfoot and the faint scent of Kayla’s cookies still lingering in the air.]

"Understood. Not trained, but still tuned in — that counts for something. Especially when the rest of us are fumbling in the dark."
[He glances briefly toward the passage where Adriana vanished, then back to Decherrek, a note of intrigue surfacing under the usual administrative weariness.]

"If she’s sensing danger and trying to piece it together… that puts her on my list of People Worth Listening To. And not because I like being spooked mid-jump."

[He flicks his eyes toward Tharrok, standing nearby — conveniently close to the cookies, inconveniently far from the bridge. LC’s expression doesn’t shift, but a mental note is quietly filed under ‘Navigator Drift’.]

"As for that Santanocheev consignment — your instincts still matter. If anything itches, even if you can’t name the rash, you come to me. Sometimes the cargo’s clean but the signature’s forged, if you catch my meaning."

[He taps the crew tablet again, issuing updated orders with the same calm urgency as a customs officer sniffing around an unmarked hold.]

Quote:

[Crew Chat – Priority Flag Alpha Continued / Logged LC Rains]
— Adriana Kavan may possess psionic sensitivity. Decherrek senses she’s not in distress, but actively detecting a potential danger aboard.
— Said-Ma, Kayla, Leilani: Proceed with soft override protocol and gain access to her stateroom. Confirm safety. If she’s cooperative, ask what she sensed — and how. Be gentle. We need trust, not trauma.
— Miss Ting: Continue to reassure. Someone please confirm she knows we’ve had no jump errors, no malfunctions, and she’s perfectly safe.
— Crew-only comms for updates. Priority tag, timestamp.
– LC

[He fires off a secondary message to the engine room — slightly drier, slightly more suspicious.]

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[Engineering – Log Note / Logged LC Rains]
Continue passive monitoring of the jump bubble and spatial harmonics.
Note: Tharrok is currently off duty rotation and enjoying cookies. Bridge station unmanned. Recommend systems review run from engineering as redundancy.
We may have a sensitive aboard picking up on irregularities. Might be nothing — but I’d rather not find out late.
– LC

[LC slides the tablet back into his jacket, then mutters sideways to Decherrek and Tharrok.]

"Gentlemen, I prefer my mysteries filed under ‘cold case.’ Let’s make sure this one doesn’t heat up."

OOC:

Intent is to reassure Ms. Ting, have someone go into Adriana's room and gain a status report, have someone from engineering monitor the Jump bubble, and get a good cup of Kaffee. Not necessarily in that order. ;-)

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