Re: [Mission 19.3]
Wardroom
Sitting inconspicuously in the corner booth, Sienna listened to the idle chatter of the Nekos as they passed through the wardroom. One of her eyebrows arched upwards as she overheard some of the details of how the other away team had fared on their mission. Apparently they'd been ambushed planetside, and one of them killed.
If she thought her experience in the sludgy depths of the derelict ships had been unpleasant, she was now more glad than ever she hadn't gone on to investigate the squids' base, which evidently wasn't empty. Even more interesting to her was the fact that apparently the rumors she'd heard about Nekovalkyrja being able to transfer their consciousness into another body upon death were true, as the one who'd found herself on the business end of a Mishhu's weapon was apparently back on board and perfectly fine. She leaned back in the booth, folding her arms across her chest as she narrowed one eye in thought. If that was indeed the truth, she wondered why she'd hesitated to shut Takeyu and Ramiro in the burning room when it looked like her own life was in danger. Sure, it had worked out in the end, but they had been lucky. In those situations, hesitating even for a second could mean the difference between living and dying. And she hadn't survived this long by relying on good fortune.
Had they died in the fire, Takeyu and Ramiro could have simply reanimated themselves, or downloaded into new bodies, or whatever term they used for it. Now that she knew for certain that Nekos were effectively immortal, she wouldn't let herself make that mistake again. They couldn't die, but she could. It made no sense for her to put herself at risk for their sake.
In light of this, she wondered further why Egil had reacted so vehemently when she'd suggested euthanizing Conrad when it appeared he'd been infected with a Mishhu parasite, but it was possible that the giant ID-SOL didn't have the same resurrection ability.
She blinked and sighed conclusively, shifting in her seat. Things were in perspective now; there wasn't any need to dwell further on it. She crossed her legs beneath the table, rubbing her abdomen as her stomach growled again. She certainly hoped that a meal would be served soon. She was no stranger to hunger, but knowing what this ship's cook could produce was more than a tease to her right now.