1. Ship History
2. Ship Specifications
3. Research Logs 4. Ship Logs
CCTV: Administrators Office
8310708-0530
5. Personal Logs
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The sterile white walls of Sean Goodman's office are a stark contrast to the worry etched on his face. He sits behind his desk, a datapad clutched in his hands, projecting a holographic image of Dr. Anya Petrova. Her lab coat is rumpled, her eyes shadowed with exhaustion.
DR. ANYA PETROVA (voice strained)
Sean, I have the results. There's no easy way to say this, but it's the Wilde infection. Low level now, but it's spreading with every new case, growing stronger within the infected. We've tried exploratory surgery with Dr. Hernandez, but based on Consortium records and our own findings, there's little we can do to stop it once it takes hold.
SEAN GOODMAN (voice tight)
Wilde? But that… that almost wiped out House Rhineland during the war! How could it be here? We have quarantine protocols.
DR. ANYA PETROVA (shaking her head)
The protocols weren't enough. It's… mutating, adapting. The Nomads, the Slomon K'Hara, they're behind this. This isn't their usual tactic.
SEAN GOODMAN (pacing)
We can't tell the colonists. Panic would be catastrophic. Remember the chaos after the Kepler incident? We lost two ships to riots.
DR. ANYA PETROVA (standing firm)
Secrecy won't save us, Sean. The longer this goes on, the more entrenched the infection becomes. We need to act decisively.
SEAN GOODMAN (stopping, his face grim)
Act decisively? You saw what happened in Rhineland. They quarantined the infected, but the Nomads… they used them, turned them into puppets. We can't risk that.
DR. ANYA PETROVA
There might be another option. A… horrifying option, but an option nonetheless. We isolate the infected, not on the ship, but on the surface. We use the Gryphon's advanced sensors to pinpoint the source of this mutated Wilde. We let them… build the colony, controlled puppets for our benefit.
SEAN GOODMAN (incredulous)
You want to weaponize the infected? Use them as slave labor? Anya, this is madness! We don't even know the extent of their control. What if they turn the entire colony, surface and ship, against us?
DR. ANYA PETROVA (voice pleading)
It's a risk, yes, but a calculated one. This isn't the same Nomads we've encountered before. They're changing their tactics. Maybe there's a way to exploit this, a weakness in their control. We can research a cure while they build the foundation for our new home. It's a desperate gamble, but it's the only one we have left.
Sean stares at her, the weight of the decision pressing down on him. The silence stretches, filled only with the hum of the ship's systems.
FADE OUT.
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