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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Shadowdancer" data-source="post: 1315631" data-attributes="member: 515">A few hours later, the crew reassembles in the lounge. It’s been a long afternoon, but with everyone pitching in, the cargo has been inventoried. Nothing notably unusual has been discovered, though Saro does note that quite a few various anti-viral meds have been included while very few antibiotics have been. Argent briefly addresses the crew. "OK, people. We’ve had a long but good day. Let’s get some rest tonight. Tomorrow, I’d like Martha and Swann to get that safe unwelded. We’ll worry about getting it open the next day. Darishun, if you would be so kind, would you help them move the safe if they need it? "Martha and Swann? I'm sorry that the bulk of this work will fall on you two. I promise that you’ll get a break for the rest of the time that we’ll be in jump space. "The rest of you, please familiarize yourself with this ship and get what rest you can. I think that we’ll be short on rest once we arrive." Martha seems distracted as figures and calculations dance in her head. "Sure . . . that’d be nice." Her eyes close for a moment, and she breaths deeply. When they open, she looks back at the Captain, her eyes more focused than before. "I’m sorry, sir, what did you say?" Without letting him answer, she continues. "I think we can get the safe out of your cabin fairly easily. After that, I imagine that Swann and I could crack the box inside one of the airlocks or something . . . this, of course, means that I won’t be able to get to the turret until we’re done. Which would you like me to take care of first, sir?" Darishun cocks his head to the side, looks quizically at Martha, and says, "Er, Martha? Did you not repair the turret yesterday? If memory serves, you and Swann got the iris valve repaired yesterday, and the turret checked out ready for weapons installation, which will have to wait until return to normal space. Perhaps the good doctor should take a look at you before you rest tonight?" "Sorry about that. Just tired, brain’s workin’ overtime." Martha quickly gathers up her plate, to put it away. "Nah, I don’t think I should disturb the Doc. All I need’s some sleep." Before Darishun can say more, Martha excuses herself and briskly walks to her room. "Nope, no drugs for me. The dreams are bad enough with the freedom of waking up. I don’t need to be trapped in them," she thinks to herself. She is exhausted, and it is obviously beginning to show. Yet still, she is wary of sleeping, lest the dreams come again. So, the young engineer curls up with a good technical manual, determined to make the best of it. The hours pass, and finally Martha’s head settles for the last time onto the pages of the hardcopy she had been reading. And once again, visions in red emergency lighting came to her on the wings of dreams. . . . -----Swann cleans out the air filters for the Star Flower smuggling system, in case he won’t have a chance to do it the next day. Then he gathers some tools together that will be needed for the next two days to work on the safe. After that, a quick supper and off to bed. -----In the lounge that evening, over a steaming plate of Vilmic sausage and mashed quagto, Ian remarks to the Doc. "You know Doc, if we open the safe in the airlock under pressure and there is a pathogen inside, then it would give you an excellent opportunity to collect a live sample and do some preliminary tests. Assuming that the guys who emptied this crate out when it arrived to Sentry found nothing, that is."</blockquote>

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