Derelict - Upper Deck - Starboard Passageway - Aft
Sienna's tightly-suit-clad form stiffened and her fists clenched when Six Four spoke. "I know that's not it's intended purpose," she hissed, "if you would just--"
The captain's words stopped short when she heard the Freespacer's ramblings, obviously meant as a memo or some sort of bizarre soliloquy, but broadcasted over the open comms. Her helmeted head slowly rotated around menacingly, as if it were a mechanically driven warship turret, further with each word the doctor uttered. By the time Six Four got to the part comparing her to a chimpanzee, the young woman was fully squared off with the Freespacer, feet planted in a wide stance, her arms at her sides, elbows bent outward, and her fists clenched into tight, quivering little balls.
As the medic moved to join Oreza, Sienna's arm shot across the corridor and her palm slapped hard against the opposite wall, barring its way. The bristling captain stood her ground in barely-contained fury, her blank faceplate "glaring" down at the Freespacer. If it wasn't clear that Sienna's patience was wearing thin before, it was crystal clear now.
"I don't know what the frak you are," the captain growled in a deadly tone, her accent thickening further still, "and I don't frackin' care. However normal these 'observations' are to you, they're pissing me right the hell off. I don't give a damn if you like me or not, all I care about is that you do your goddamn job. And your job right now is to get down there with Oreza, help him with whatever the frak he's doing, and cut the psychoanalysis. I've already spaced one person this trip, won't break my heart none to toss another." Her helmet angled down slightly, looking Six Four over from head to toe. "And this time it wouldn't cost me another suit."
Starboard Passageway - Forward
As Oreza traversed the long passageway to the other side, his headlamp finally illuminated the end, revealing a white and beige hatch. The red light he had seen earlier was still blinking, originating from a control panel with a touchscreen set in the bulkhead to its left. As he approached, the touchscreen flickered, as if attempting to draw power from a dying, insufficient source.
Space - Outside the Derelict - Near the Concordia Veil
This side of the wreck was rapidly losing sunlight as the whole mess continued to tumble slowly, again casting long, eerie shadows across the dead hull. Amelia could see the bits and pieces of what once made up the ship's bow section drifting high above her, backdropped by the huge moon-sized asteroid hanging ominously overhead. The searing starlight was at her back, and the way that Crash had entered the wreck just ahead.
Several moments of walking later, she reached the edge of the blown-open pylon. If she peered over the edge into the inky void below, she could see the twisted, marred remains of what appeared to be a gigantic external airlock door, nearly as big as the Veil itself. Or at least, that's what it appeared to be, there was no reliable way of telling exactly what had once occupied this mangled mess of metal and wire, it only seemed like the most reasonable guess. One thing was certain, however: if she sought to find the source of the distress call, she would find it inside.
