As I made my way through the familiar route up to the bridge, I noticed that the crew had been very busy doing repair works. Everywhere shining new metal plating covered hull breaches and bundles of heavy-duty cables tripped me up.

The pressure seals had been lifted from the bridge, but there were still signs of the repairs as temporary consoles had been rigged up in the seats where the previous ones had been fried. Harrigan turned round immediately in response to a subtle motion from Furlough, his expression unreadable. I nodded and took my place, logging into my console. Not much had changed, but I checked in on the repair progress and generally did my best to look busy while gathering my thoughts on what I had been doing last time I had been at my station.

The captain’s chair shortly buzzed over to a position over my shoulder again, and he quietly tapped me on the shoulder.
“Carto, can I have a word? "

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