[center][b][u]The Orion Files | CHS Redeemer[/u][/b]
[i]Pre-Captain Conversations...[/i]
Irina Rostikova[/center][hr]

"[color=deeppink]GRACE HAS SOME NERVE![/color]" The rather irked Irina muttered loudly as she maneuvered her constellation of eight drones into position around the [i]Sweet Child of Mine[/i], the large freighter that had served as the base of operations for Orion Company since it had formed all those weeks ago.  

"[i][color=crimson]What are you expecting?[/color][/i]" Edward's voice responded coolly over the intercom in response to her complaint,"[i][color=crimson]Comrade Grace invested a great amount of time, energy and patience in overseeing your flight training.  While I understand that the incident involving the rental shuttle was an unforeseeable accident, it reflects poorly not only on yourself as a student but on Comrade Grace as an instructor.[/color][/i]"

Irina paused for a moment, pulling up a schematic of the [i]Sweet Child of Mine[/i] and connecting to a database of objects that could be used to track the ship's location, surveil the ship's communications, disable the ship's systems or destroy the ship altogether.  Making a slight gesture with her hand, the deployed constellation of drones started a scan of the ship, looking for changes to the ship's systems and comparing those changes to the objects in the database.  Given the number of changes that had been made, with the amount repairs and the systems upgrades that had been made while the ship had been docked at Tortuga, the scan would take some time.

"[color=deeppink]Oh.[/color]" The Fuzzy Pink Furball responded simply.  Leaning back against cradled arm that kept her from being flung about the room while the ship was in motion, Irina's mind figuratively performed a complex series complicated calculations that dealt with interpersonal relationships, "[color=deeppink]She doesn't have to be so mean about it.[/color]"

"[i][color=crimson]When the subject being taught affects not only your survival but that of our comrades, I do not believe that each instructor will find the most effective means of communication.  Were she nice in regards to these incidents, would you be thinking of this topic at this moment?[/color][/i]" Edward continued, the sound of his footsteps echoing over the communications channel.

"[color=deeppink]You still haven't made it to the bridge yet?[/color]" The Mechanically Inclined Merchant asked, changing the topic before Edward's logic could seep any further into Irina's mind.

"[i][color=crimson]No, I have not but I will be there momentarily.  The Shock Trooper Corp hold a belief that humans manufactured the corridors to be narrow on their ships as a tactical choice in order to hamper the movement of a Catican boarding party.  Whether there is any truth to this, it does not take away from the fact that it takes some time for me to traverse the freighter.[/color][/i]"  Came the response which proceeded a grunt when the Massive Mountain of Muscle attempted hug the wall of the corridor, allowing one of the [i]Sweet Child of Mine's[/i] crew members passage past him.

"[color=deeppink]While you're talking to Captain Walker about the prisoner, you should tell him about the results of the Genomic scan that performed on her... and see who she's had the most contact with.[/color]" Irina said with some concern in her voice, "[color=deeppink]Chances are she's already...[/color]"

"[i][color=crimson]...Imprinted upon that individual and should be relatively trustworthy, yes.[/color][/i]" Edward interrupted, the sound of his footsteps had stopped, "[i][color=crimson]I am at the bridge now.[/color][/i]"

"[color=deeppink]Alright.  Tell the Captain that I'm about 30% done with the ship wide scan.  I know that Shanoa already completed her's but the humans have a saying 'measure twice cut once.'[/color]" The Terraphile said with an audible smile

"[i][color=crimson]I will report back to you after I have spoken with the Captain.[/color][/i]" Edward responded, his voice sounding unsure what to make of the ancient Terran adage.