Another man walks past - stops and turns to look at the active recording. "Left it running again, mh? Typical. Am Arsch der Heide aber schön Reserven verbraten..." With a sigh he runs a hand through messy, blonde hair. Attention turning right at the recording device. "Tsk, Habermeyer. I know it has been years at this point, but come on. That is no reason to start slacking. Especially not you. I need all the juice over at whatever is left of sensors and scanners. And you decide to have your diary record Sprotte's insides. Footage truly worthy to be left to posterity." He reaches for the console but stops as footsteps can be heard, followed by voices."... it starts to make more sense, Herr Kaleun. Vielen Dank.""You will get there, Habermeyer."
"Ah, Frau Oberleutnant höchstpersönlich." Schneider delivers a mocking bow before straightening his back again. Lifting his hands in a defensive and appeasing gesture. "Do not give me that look. I was not prying, i was about to turn it off. Because you left it on, you genius. And, as you may recall, what little we do have is needed at at least two spots at any given time." Traudel steps into frame, gloved index finger raised at her colleague and about to retort. "Enough you two. Not only the ship has to conserve energy. Same goes for us. Anyone got an idea if it is time yet?" Both turn towards the voice off-screen, adjusting posture and shaking their heads. "Negative. Internal chronometer rendered useless after that ion storm. We are lucky it did not affect more than that.""... that we know of.""Very well. We will have to make do with what we got. Prepare and meet me on the bridge."
Schneider watches Traudel walk off, sighs and rolls his eyes. Turning to look at the recording device as if it held the answers to his colleague's lack of focus, then reaching out to turn it off.
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