[ Low, barely above a whisper. He was just joking around with Khara before he went to sleep, talking about how it was just like Fortis to get himself knocked out by‐ whatever had gotten him on the derelict. And not it seems like whatever had gotten him got Khara, too. The jokes really aren't funny anymore when the butt of them is dead.
Dead. Six, while he was napping, and probably he'd be dead, too, if he'd been there with them, but the thought still has a low burn of guilt churning in his stomach as he jogs along. He's lucky the ship is equipped with IGNIS, or he might still be snoozing away, a perfect meal all wrapped up and waiting for... whatever it is. He doesn't even know what the hell it is, and that realization, coupled with IGNIS's comment, has him skidding abruptly to a stop. ]
Wait, it's contained? [ He turns on his heel and switches directions, heading for the mess hall instead. If it's locked up, then he can kill it, whatever it is. That seems like a hell of a lot better of an idea than whatever IGNIS wants him to go to the stasis chambers for. ] Have you been able to contact anyone else?
[ Communications have been spotty, something weird going on with the derelict's hull that no one's been able to figure out, but it doesn't hurt asking. If nothing else, everyone else on the wreck should be warned about what's going on. They need to get the hell off that ship before they find anymore of what got Fortis. ]
no subject
[ Low, barely above a whisper. He was just joking around with Khara before he went to sleep, talking about how it was just like Fortis to get himself knocked out by‐ whatever had gotten him on the derelict. And not it seems like whatever had gotten him got Khara, too. The jokes really aren't funny anymore when the butt of them is dead.
Dead. Six, while he was napping, and probably he'd be dead, too, if he'd been there with them, but the thought still has a low burn of guilt churning in his stomach as he jogs along. He's lucky the ship is equipped with IGNIS, or he might still be snoozing away, a perfect meal all wrapped up and waiting for... whatever it is. He doesn't even know what the hell it is, and that realization, coupled with IGNIS's comment, has him skidding abruptly to a stop. ]
Wait, it's contained? [ He turns on his heel and switches directions, heading for the mess hall instead. If it's locked up, then he can kill it, whatever it is. That seems like a hell of a lot better of an idea than whatever IGNIS wants him to go to the stasis chambers for. ] Have you been able to contact anyone else?
[ Communications have been spotty, something weird going on with the derelict's hull that no one's been able to figure out, but it doesn't hurt asking. If nothing else, everyone else on the wreck should be warned about what's going on. They need to get the hell off that ship before they find anymore of what got Fortis. ]