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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Shadowdancer" data-source="post: 1288604" data-attributes="member: 515">Swann heads toward the crew lounge. "I am getting hungry after all that demolitions work," he thinks to himself. "Wonder if there’s anything good left to eat? Or if there’s anything left to eat, with that Virushi on board." Swann chuckles to himself. "That Darishun is quite an interesting fellow. Pretty sharp, too — he had some good suggestions about the explosives." Arriving in the lounge, Swann heads over to the storage compartment for the rations. He opens the door and pokes his head inside. "Hmmm, let’s see what we can see. Miip stew. No, I had that yesterday. Or was it earlier today? Adukgin goulash. Kukalu casserole. What is in this stuff?" He checks the ingredient labels on some of the packages. "Just as I thought. These are all the same — they just have different names. Well, I guess it's the casserole. And some groatberry cobbler for dessert." Swann heats his choices in the processor, then sits down to eat them along with a HavaCola. As he eats, he begins to hum, then softly sing, some neo–retrorock classics: "Jailbait, jailbait, messin’ with them is like messin’ with your fate. Jailbait, jailbait, . . . " He finishes his meal and discards his trash in the refuse collector. He leaves the lounge and heads toward the bridge, still singing quietly to himself: " ’Cos girl there's no turning back. You’ve done crossed the Rubicon . . . " As he walks, he thinks over the events since coming aboard the Bray Keaven. "I still think that bomb was meant for someone on Aleif. Someone saw a brief window of opportunity open, and decided to take it. Sloppy job, though. I wonder who is was meant for? Was it meant for someone who would be using the imaging table, or was the ‘leg’ meant to be removed and the bomb transported somewhere else by agents already on the planet. Or maybe someone else serving in the relief armada. Or . . . " Swann stops in mid–stride, his song forgotten. "What if someone on this ship was planning to use the bomb when we reach Aleif?" Swann resumes walking, and singing, and thinking. "Hmmmm. If it is someone on this ship, who could it be? It could be just about anyone. We don’t really know anything about each other. I’m pretty sure we can rule out Darishun — from what I’ve read, most Virushi are pacifists. And he’s shown no signs that he might be abnormal for his species. "I don’t think it could be the doctor. He seems too laid back, and genuinely nice and caring. Could be putting on a good act, but I don’t think so. "Martha’s a pretty unlikely candidate. She was already on the ship, and came close to dying in the outbreak. I suppose she could have known about the plague beforehand, and took steps to protect herself. But that’s an awful lot of trouble to go to for one frellin’ bomb. And a crappily made bomb at that. "Well, I guess I’ll have time to think this over during my watch on the bridge." Swann arrives at the bridge and enters. "Well, you’re relief’s here."</blockquote>

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