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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Shadowdancer" data-source="post: 1269960" data-attributes="member: 515">Chapter VIDate: 110-993Place: Aboard the Bray Keaven, in jump space between Sentry and Alief. Vasilii lies in his bed digesting his snack and staring at the wall unable to sleep. Something was wrong and it was nagging at him. Something offended his sense of order. He was tired and should be able to just close his eyes and drift off, but he couldn’t settle. Eventually he gives up the struggle to sleep and staggers upright. He may as well put the time to something useful. Everything was as it had been left. The small clear space in the front that they had been using as a work area. Small cargo he had stacked waiting for one of the medical people to go through was port side. Large cargo that couldn’t be moved elsewhere was off starboard, the three imaging tables looming over the other large goods. Hard to pack around, they stuck out. And they were what were bugging him. He walks over to them thoughtfully and looks at them from different directions. Now that he was looking, it was obvious. Two of them had a single supporting pillar; the third had an additional leg at the front. "Oh well," he thinks. "Just a design difference, nothing to worry about." He kicks the leg lightly as he turns away and feels it splinter under his shoe. Leaning down he sees the plastic of the leg has shattered from the contact, revealing the interior. The inside of the leg seems to be made of pliable putty. It has deformed from the contact. He prods it; it has a texture like a child’s play dough. Something was very wrong. The leg wasn't a support, the covering was fragile. The extra leg is 50cm in cross section and 80cm high. "What is this stuff? Sculpture clay? Well, I better check the owners manual for this cargo container." Vasilii walks over to a computer console. He checks the ships library and searches for the cargo container manufacturer’s site and looks for that particular cargo container model number. He troubleshoots through the site to determine if this is a manufacturer’s design on this specific container or any of its container variations. He takes his time. "Hmmm, that's interesting." After a couple of minutes he looks up from the console. BioGen Technologies was the supplier of all three imaging tables. They had also supplied a fair selection of the other cargo, and they had been shipped aboard in four containers from the factory. Nothing seemed too unusual about the shipping. One of the airvans had a power fluctuation and spent an hour undergoing road–side repairs. The delay meant that its cargo was in a later shuttle flight than the others. On arrival, the container numbers matched up. No indications of any problems. After some thought he browses through the records a little further and finds the serial numbers of the supplied items. It appears the tables had sequential serial numbers: 2178–0039, 2178–0040 and 2178–0041. He searches for a little while and finds the numbers on builder’s plates on each table. These were definitely the tables sent up, 0040 had the extra leg.</blockquote>

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