Sep 26, 2025 5:51 pm
Captain LC Rains entering Passenger Stateroom 3 (| Timestamp: 18:42 Local Ship Time]"]
The stateroom door hissed open on LC’s override, revealing the quiet hum of redirected power and the soft, pulse-matched glow of Adriana’s comm device. It cast shifting shadows across the room like a makeshift command cradle — not chaotic, but deliberate. Focused. Bronz stood nearby, arms crossed, saying nothing. Watching. Waiting. LC stepped inside slowly, Said-Ma at his shoulder, the medscanner idle in her grip.
"She’s not overriding," LC murmured to Said-Ma, eyes scanning the diagnostic overlays hanging in the blue glow. "She’s balancing."
His gaze settled on Adriana, perched and still amid the steady pulse of system rhythm. He didn’t speak for a moment. When he did, the words landed soft, but not empty.
"We didn’t ask you to do this."
Not blame. Not thanks. Just fact. Then — a shift. A drop in his voice, quieter than before, but heavier somehow.
"But we’re still flying, and I know who’s carrying that weight."
He cast a quick look to Bronz, then returned his focus to Adriana. He clears his voice and asks Adriana
]"I need to ask you two things."
"First — is the ship stable? I mean for now. In other words, can we trust the plant not to melt down if we take our eyes off it for more than five minutes?"
Response by Andriana?
He nodded faintly toward Said-Ma, not looking away from Adriana.
"And second — are you stable?"
Response by Andriana?
"You’ve been pushing back against something that doesn’t want to be seen. That burns hot. And long. You don’t have to explain how you’re doing what you’re doing. But I need to know you’re not burning yourself out to keep us from collapsing into the void."
A breath held. Then a half-step back, just enough space given to offer choice.
"If you can spare the bandwidth — and only if you can — I’d like you to join us in the crew galley. Crew talk. We’re putting cards on the table. And like it or not, you’ve been playing with us since this started."
The stateroom door hissed open on LC’s override, revealing the quiet hum of redirected power and the soft, pulse-matched glow of Adriana’s comm device. It cast shifting shadows across the room like a makeshift command cradle — not chaotic, but deliberate. Focused. Bronz stood nearby, arms crossed, saying nothing. Watching. Waiting. LC stepped inside slowly, Said-Ma at his shoulder, the medscanner idle in her grip.
"She’s not overriding," LC murmured to Said-Ma, eyes scanning the diagnostic overlays hanging in the blue glow. "She’s balancing."
His gaze settled on Adriana, perched and still amid the steady pulse of system rhythm. He didn’t speak for a moment. When he did, the words landed soft, but not empty.
"We didn’t ask you to do this."
Not blame. Not thanks. Just fact. Then — a shift. A drop in his voice, quieter than before, but heavier somehow.
"But we’re still flying, and I know who’s carrying that weight."
He cast a quick look to Bronz, then returned his focus to Adriana. He clears his voice and asks Adriana
]"I need to ask you two things."
"First — is the ship stable? I mean for now. In other words, can we trust the plant not to melt down if we take our eyes off it for more than five minutes?"
Response by Andriana?
He nodded faintly toward Said-Ma, not looking away from Adriana.
"And second — are you stable?"
Response by Andriana?
"You’ve been pushing back against something that doesn’t want to be seen. That burns hot. And long. You don’t have to explain how you’re doing what you’re doing. But I need to know you’re not burning yourself out to keep us from collapsing into the void."
A breath held. Then a half-step back, just enough space given to offer choice.
"If you can spare the bandwidth — and only if you can — I’d like you to join us in the crew galley. Crew talk. We’re putting cards on the table. And like it or not, you’ve been playing with us since this started."


