Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard

[Commissar]

"Right..." Sarah eyed the hovering drone suspiciously, half expecting it to fly off the instant she turned away.
"Er... Hex... Could you project this, please?" She keyed the same series as before, only this time, an Osiris sprang into being above the table its structure highlighted in neon-blue lines. Well, to be precise, it sprang into existence around the table. Judging from the lines, the entire bar was somewhere in the crew quarters. Mike, the bartender, stared in horror as his carefully moderated light scheme was replaced by an unearthly blue haze.

Sarah swore under her breath, hammering uselessly at her computer.
"Not that big! Turn it off!" The Osiris faded from the Bar, the engineer wishing she could go with it. The look Mike was giving her was not exactly friendly.

Sarah gave her best 'sinking into the floor' impression, in the hopes the stares would fade.

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May you live in interesting times.
| Sarah McFarlen | Jane Hartman |