Doubts and Delusions

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"Brian Scott to the bridge. Brian Scott to the bridge."

The announcement brought Brian back to reality, as he instinctively started walking towards the hangar exit. The man who saluted him just shrugged, took a look at the departing agent, and went on about his business.

As Brian navigated through the hallways and corridors of the Svizra, he couldn't but wonder how the ship was still operational, despite being one of the older vessels of the fleet and seeing some of the grimmest events of the Order history. There were signs of wear and tear; Brian even saw the maintenance crews doing some welding here and there. But where the Svizra lacked in mint paint, she compensated in functionality—all in all, she was a proud ship that still had a part to play.

Eventually Brian got through the crowded corridors to the elevator that would take him to the bridge deck. As he approached the bridge, he noticed that this deck was a lot quieter than the hangars. It usually meant that things were calm: during the battle all the pilots would be in space, the crew would be at battlestations, whereas the bridge would be buzzing with life.

"I'm agent Scott," Brian said, as he approached the security guard at the bridge doors. The guard just nodded and opened the door, saluting. Brian did the same and proceeded to the bridge. It only took him a moment to notice the ship's CO, who was looking through one of the observation windows. Brian went straight to her, walking quite fast, but trying not to give any trouble to the crewmen working on the bridge.

As he approached the woman, he would salute her. "I got here as soon as I could. No news on my end," he continued more silently, casting a quick glance around the bridge. "You wanted to talk to me?"

Despite the relatively casual tone, Brian's expression would convey many more questions...