Fate of the Reasoner

[Fab]

Life support compartment. 4 hours into the maintenance shift. Martin, the one who first entered the compartment, meets up with Ramón, his coworker, also a witness. Ramón helped Enrico, the second to enter the compartment, get back on his feet.

Martin
Hola, Ramón. Where are the others?

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Ramón
Ah, Martin! Feeling better, si? Enrico, Alessandro and the others were given engine duty. It is just us two with maintenance.

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Martin
Oh, I guess this is for the best... So, we going in again? Foreman isn't missing us.

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Ramón
I had another plan. We give amigo Samuel a call, see if he can come help us. Unlike us both chicas, he's got cojones. Don't know if you heard about the hombre, but he's on the clean-up team. Seen real nasty stuff. The things right there? Ain't nothing for him.

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Martin
Hmm... Samuel. The one with the yellow suit? Saw him in the cafeteria a couple days ago. Hombre looks tough... If you trust him, Ramón, I can get behind that. You go call him.

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Ramón
Muy bien! I'll get him down here. Say we found some trash that needs cleaning. He'll be over in a minute...

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Ramón calls Samuel, which takes a few minutes to arrive. In the meanwhile, Martin and Ramón pretend they're working.

Samuel
Ah, senõritas! Got a problem with trash, eh? Why didn't the ladies take care of the trash themselves?

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Ramón
Finalmente! Took you long enough, Samuel - We ain't got a problem with trash. We need your help for something else. Take a good look over there. [Ramón points at a small gap, and shines his flashlight in it]

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Samuel
Dios mio! You two been killin' people and stashing them here? I ain't cleaning those for you!

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Martin
Relax! We didn't kill anyone, ese. We found those people behind this wall over here. Can you take a look?

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Samuel
[He shrugs] My pleasure, amigo! Work has been quite boring recently... I won't even ask questions.

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Samuel goes inside the compartment with the help of Ramón and Martin. He spends almost a whole ten minutes inside the compartment, turning over everything in it, and occasionally swearing.

Samuel
Bloody fuck! How long these people been here? 'Can smell them through the mask! Fuck!

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After leaving the compartment, Samuel has his trash bag full of findings. They're all eager to analise everything in detail.

Samuel

Alright ladies. Quite the finding you got here, eh? Thing's a treasure cove, I tell you. Listen up, I know you two are eager about the bodies. What can I say is, they aren't Corsairs. I found some trinkets on them. Liberty eagles. They're from the old crew, that's for sure. What they were doing there I don't know. Actually, that spot is a nice one if it didn't smell like granny's arsehole. Kitchen, bathroom, beds... Good for a familia. That's what I think. Those five are related. The oldest, let's call him grandpa, has some nice clothing on him. Probably rich. The other adult male is military. Found a liberty-built plasma thrower by his side. Rusted. Can't sell that one. Ah, he's got a hole in his skull. Someone capped him or he capped himself. The adult female is around the same age as grandpa. I'd say around forty years old. The kids are around twelve. What they all had in common is that they were malnourished. They died from starvation... But the younger adult, milboy over there, "probably" didn't die from natural causes, hah!

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Martin
Jesus. That all?

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Samuel
Probably not. I'd need hours to look at every corner. Everything's filthy.

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Ramón
Alright. That's enough for today. In a couple days, we all go in. Together. It'll be faster this way.

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Samuel
Ah! Ramón! Thought you were a chica! That's what I like to hear. Get a good mask. You'll need it.

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Martin
Fuck.

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