Bridge
Rin paused a moment in her path as she felt Yumi's presence behind her. The teal-haired officer exhaled a moment, before glancing behind her at the veteran Nekovalkyrja. "This is the way of things when one kicks tombstones and chases ghosts... when you find them they are ever eager to add new residents to the graveyards of the forgotten. Luckily, that was not to be today." Then her tone became more icy, as her warmer emotions faded and her face hardened before having to see the Taii again. "There's no room for fear aboard this ship, Heisho... the only certainty is that we must face the unknown everyday with our eyes wide open. Blood will inevitably be spilled again, but for the Empire's future that is but a small price to pay." Her manner of speaking these words gave a sense of cold fearlessness at how easy it seemed to shake off the terrible things they saw and the bloodshed visited upon their allies on the away team. It was both inspiring and a little disconcerting the Yamataian's dedication to what could ultimately be a suicide mission into deep space -- but, unbeknownst to many, Rin's enviable bravery in combat only existed because of an even greater fear that exceeded it.
A stickler for proper military decorum -- having had it drilled into her head by her parents since birth -- Rin unfortunately realized a bit late that her white paneled duty uniform still hung half-open, and as the doors swished open and the Captain's eyes fell upon her she was most definitely caught hastily fastening the zipper to its end with a sound that couldn't be covered up, even with a clearing of her throat and flowing into her best salute -- this only exposed the few spots of Neko and human blood from the impromptu surgery in the Shuttle Bay that did not wipe off and had now soaked into the cuff and tinted her single gold bar a pinkish color. It was only proving more of a challenge to not show weakness after today's events that fell on her shoulders. "Hai, Senchou. It was unfortunate, but this may be a blessing in disguise. Contact with the zombies is evidence that we are following the correct trajectory of Uesu's Fleet in Ochiko's database. A second sortie into the base is still possible, for elimination and identification of all bodies and breaching of the final doors that we had to abandon. But that order is yours to give, Tsukisaki-taii."
After giving her report, Hoshitomo-shoi resumed her post at the helm and moved to relink her SPINE connection with the pilot's chair, slipping on the skin of the Heartbreaker as her own. It had a stronger beat now, as power flowed through the conduits in a smooth, cyclical rhythm. It was relaxing and centering. Gazing to the star charts in front of her on the display, her wounds and failures were suddenly insignificant, swallowed by the utter blackness off the southern edge of the map that presented itself. However, a thin line of blue light pierced this darkness as the navigator painstakingly plotted the new course coordinates supplied from Ochiko. Where they led was not UX-29, but now a system even further beyond... a course that one had to trust the elder MEGAMI implicitly to follow, and from which there was likely no going back from.