Deus Ex Machina

[Proselyte]

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Since having come aboard at Rarotonga Dock, Doctor Aspen Harlow had seemed continually impressed with the comforts of their colleague's Voyager freighter. The manner in which the interior was all arrayed just-so, thought given to comfort and function in equal measure wherever possible, contrasted sharply with the slapdash nature of their own explorer craft.

Believing themselves to be a decent judge of character, they figured it was no surprise that the space reflected what they had surmised of the good doctor's spirit: straight-laced and formal, with an eye for practicality and creative solutions. Though, if that were the whole story, she wouldn't about to be boarding a derelict Liberty warship on a whim.

The thought elicits a grin from Aspen, enjoying a pear while delighting in the "luxury" seating of Genda's kitchenette.
How often must she find the opportunity to indulge in such a hands-on excursion?

One had to wonder.

Their own newly-acquired spacesuit from Ikarus Station having been stowed for when the moment comes to cross into the ancient vessel, Aspen remains clothed in a set of their usual unassuming blue coveralls and black boots as they rise to roam the vessel with trusty pear in hand for mobile snacking, looking for their cohort.

Their focus drifted to consider concrete objectives for the boarding: Determining cause of the apparent scuttle? Finding records or messages left by the crew? Maybe it'd be enough just to snatch the bragging rights of standing on the bridge of a Liberty battleship?

The pondering is cut short as they round into Genda's quarters, laying eyes on her, curiously regarding her meticulous study of the data for their mission.

"Love what you've done with the place, doctor. Gettin' a plan in mind?"

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