>>64734 I'm waiting for it too.
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You need to get down to the engine room! Standing around here waiting for answers is taking up too much time! If there's something seriously wrong with it..
You don't even want to
think about that possibility! "Wait here!" You call to Chiyuri as you dash out of the room. Your mind can only focus on one thing--the probability drive, and the dreadful possibility that it could be breaking down. You couldn't possibly imagine the horrors it would create if it were to break, and the fact that it's provided power is the life-blood of this ship makes it all the more imperative that you fix it--or shut it down.
The fact that you're still here, able to feel your own shortness of breath, is proof enough that such is not the case. Not yet. You take solace in your current continued existence, and hope to God that it lasts beyond today. You're own two legs continue to propel you towards the engine bay, and what lies beyond that door could determine your future as a scientist, and as a normal human being. "Please let it be okay!"
A pair of heavy, steel blast doors bar your movement further. A usual precaution, nothing out of the ordinary. Beside the clean, yellow and black-painted seam cleanly distinguishing the doors as two parts lies a console, embedded in the metal and covered by a locked metal enclosure.
You have the key on a chain around your neck, and you take care of the lock with ease. Now, if only you could remember the pass code.. You enter the first four-digit number into the system.
It's good, a light above the number keypad goes green as the first lock releases. Now for the second.. What was it? What
was it?! God, can't you remember?! At a time like this, and all you can do is draw up blanks?! You have to remember!!
The number lingers in the back of your mind, where it's faintly recognizable but just beyond your capacity to reach. If you can just get that first digit!
"One.." You're sure it was the number one! Something so simple shouldn't impede your progress so much! As you type in the digit, muscle memory takes over. Your hand types in the remaining three almost autonomously.
1-1-3-8
The second light goes green, and the door produces a slight hiss as the air around you rushes through the cracks. The huge metal slabs labor to roll open, the light from the outside casting a shadowed silhouette of yourself into the room beyond.
The clean, white, spherical room that houses the probability drive, and it's peripherals is dimly lit as usual. The lights should kick on in a second..
The fluorescent lights sputter and flicker to life, revealing all. The room is undamaged, and you can hear the faint humming of the active drive system. A tubular, metallic shaft extends from ceiling to floor; the drive itself. Before it stands a woman, dressed almost entirely in red. Golden hair flows in waves down over her shoulders, and her halcyon, same-colored eyes slowly turn themselves to you.
"Greetings, seer of dreams." She smiles.
[ ] "...What?"
[ ] "Who the hell are you?"
[ ] "What are you doing on my ship?"
[ ] "You're not supposed to be in here."
[ ] "You shouldn't touch that."
[ ] Write-in.