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02-14-2026, 04:46 PM, (This post was last modified: 02-14-2026, 04:47 PM by Civil Servant.)

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> Reading Vocal Transcript File PL15-22
> Translating...
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'Borrowed time'

A space helmet laid aside a bedside table, its outer layer of glass shattered to see another layer beneath slightly less opaque... CS was in his ships quarters after being quarantined, was adorned with bandages that completely covered his head with a technical headwear that clung atop it. It had been a quiet 24 hours under observation, after the unexpected mental stress he'd gone through with 'Entity', the solitary quietness and rhythmic hum of the station was enough for him to know it was safe to process his thoughts. The gunship's cabin was clinical and tightly cramped for its utilitarian needs, Disconnected from the Helmet-Comm network and absurdity of the situation, he wanted to give answers himself but was restrained by protocols and the safety of others...

Thankfully those protocols were to lax his restraints shortly, Doctor Hope had already ensured that his immediate cognitive functions were of his own, and his health was at least stable... Within 'DM' norms. He could hear the doors and cabins over the past several hours open and crew walking about outside, but the emotional trauma of the experience still left the crew startled enough that he'd noticed they'd started to commune in person with each other more. Their unease made him feel equally so, but his comfort was that they found each other to help, rather than simmering quietly.

The light above the door lit up, signalling someones immediate intention to access it, security numbers were entered from the other side before the door unlocked and slide aside into the wall. Doctor hope, with a pair of the crew guarding outside were present, one

"Enigma, Doctor Hope, I see I'm the last on the list."

Enigmatic Creed, one of the navigation specialist of the "Seven-of-Swords" crew stood guard at the door, And Doctor Hope came in with a data-pad, a lot less equipment than her visit a few hours ago.

"CS, has better health found you?"

"Yes, for now. And thank you for ensuring my safety, Enigma."

Enigma nodded, and returned to his duties at the door to keep over both CS and Doctor Hope.

"How is-"

"Everyone else is okay." She raised her hand and a single finger up at him, stopping him in his tracks.

CS was immediately disarmed, his attention diversion easily seen by his Doctor. "Ah."

"You, and only yourself, will be the topic of today."

"To my displeasure."

Doctor hope only sighed, placing the data pad on his bed to read himself, even her patience on his recklessness has dwindled. She stood over beside him, arms crossed, one of her boots tapping on the floor.

"You're dying, CS, I'm not going to accompany the results with a lavished bedside manner. Psionic damage has now reached a state where you'll be living on supplements to the ripe old age of... 50?"

"No... Not really... Why would I be scared of that?"

"The Platform rule book says differently and I've had to onboard a lot of more understanding of civilians standards to health rather than our own."

"Best that I'm not the standard then..."

"Rightly so, but recognizing that doesn't mean you're doing well by it... If this keeps up, and I'm fully aware you're not in control of what the Void may through our way, but until advances are made in understanding how the damage is inflicted, I can't promise you any method of recovery."

"... Then please make sure you study as much as you can from me, even in my failure."

Doctor Hope nodded. "So... Can you describe to me what residual symptoms you have?"

"It..." CS Paused. "It felt real..."

Doctor hope was taken back, enough for her to lean herself next to "Real...? Of all the countermeasures we have it-"

"...Hard to believe? Even I've not been able to know why they took me there, maybe their goal was to leave me 'not knowing' what to do?"

Doctor Hope shrugged. "I don't have those answers, but I can also upping your dosage for the next 3 weeks until your body has adapted to the new scars you've developed."

"Doctor! This is-"

"Not my problem CS! Not for now... Your pursuit of the Void's lessons can wait until you have yourself sorted out first."

"... It felt real enough that I could tell I was there, there was no vividness, I can still close my eyes and see that blinding system. Symptoms of an ones first experience of natural jump hole travel."

"Orientation instability post-jump, you certainly weren't walking on your feet when I arrived. And your blood was swimming in psionic countermeasures...

"The easiest answer would be that it was merely a vision..."

"I still want to think that too... But there's still other signs here that tell me otherwise."

"A small chance, that within a blink of an eye--?"

"You were jumped."

CS leaned back relaxing on his pillows, his shoulders softening into the cabin mattress, gazing up at the light above his cabin bed. Doctor hope was busy looking at the data padd, it was up-linked to the apparatus around the head of CS.

"Good to see you have cognitive functions too, maybe you can look over your own logs... We've recovered what we could translate but your lines between the civilian world and the frontier world are beginning to intertwine. My diagnosis is that you're not going to live for another 10 years if this become a regular occurrence... My medical diagnosis would be that you are to be discharged."

Doctor hope slipped out a data-padd from her own flight-suit pouch under her lab coat. It contained what was taken from the gunships black-box, CS began to flick through its details, cogs working to understand if there was a puzzle left behind, or merely a warning of stepping in the way.

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"And what good would that be for us...?"

"Nothing, just an end without utility. Experience says this hardly compromises your loyalty to the Bundschuh, you will die beside this flag."

"... Doctors Orders."

"No... Just the path the Void has taught us of what lies ahead, its up to you which branch you take down that temporal tree."

Some time had passed while they conversed during CS' medical check, Doctor Hope had began to remove the apparatus from his head. CS rotated his neck, joints cracking and followed by a sigh of relief.

"If you truly want to open the stars to the people of Sirius, this doesn't bode well for the longevity linear existence. I'll at least get your visor repaired, if you're not going to quit that is..."

"What would be your advice if I didn't quit?"

"Make it count, please."

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