The Human science team and Sacred Band piled into a cramped conference room next to the lab. Freyr played Rareth’s recording via the room’s main holographic projector, with viewpoints and sensory data piled up on various other displays. She spooled through at a quick pace, stopping when people had things to add or something interesting was happening. There were a few exclamations and shivers at what the team were put through. 

Freyr deftly chopped up the data into dozens of different workstreams and divided them up between her subordinates. They were tasked with analysing everything from the simulation’s geology to the path this entity may have taken before crashing on Rothia. With the precision of a master sculptor, Freyr cut the expedition tape down to a manageable fifteen minute clip complete with all the important annotations. 

It was at this point that 595 stumbled in, freshly woken from her seizure and trailing two of the medics. The Agent insisted a few moments were redacted from the final version. Freyr reluctantly agreed, providing 595 plopped down on a free seat and let the medics finish tending to her.

Within two hours, everyone was up to speed and a dossier containing a summary of events, possible scenarios and potential next steps had been created. At this point, Freyr dismissed the Sacred Band and the Drs Ngata and Wetherall to get some downtime. She tried to dismiss 595 too, but she impolitely refused. 

Freyr ultimately called Captain Andersen and the Security Council delegate to update them on the whole story. She followed up by sending the Captain an encrypted copy of the dossier. “My god.” Andersen muttered, once she'd finished. 

“This is classified Top Secret. I want you to send this to the rest of my team at CRD, and request an emergency session of the Special Circumstance Committee. Tell them the Rothians want to meet within one Outremer day, and that they’re going to want to watch the video first.” The delegate nodded. “Consider it done.”