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[ The video feed clicks on to reveal Robert Capa — a man in his mid-thirties with shaggy hair (still damp from the tube where he awoke) and a five o'clock shadow and narrow shoulders covered by the ship's uniform he found in the locker marked with his identifying number. His eyes, bright blue, are particularly striking in that they are wholly calm, despite the latest series of events. The rest of his face is calm as well, the muscles of which never really rearrange themselves much to convey this emotion or that. When he speaks his voice is measured and even, though there is a certain start-stop to the cadence.

His words are prefaced with an inhale. It seems to steady him. ]

I guess I should start with the obvious question. We can figure out where to go from there, depending how the answers trend. [ Capa rubs his chin; the scrape of his stubble is audible. ] Is anyone here part of the ship's natural crew?

[ He pauses, letting that inquiry and whatever implications it may carry set in. There's a vague flicker of emotion, maybe worry, in the set of his mouth but it's as understated as the rest of him. ] And maybe, more importantly: can anyone recall how they got here?

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[ She takes the comment in with a contemplative frown. She supposes it makes sense - if they were picked up, by... whoever was just able to appear out of nowhere from millions of miles away, then they wouldn't be waiting around getting lost in this mess, would they? Hopefully. She'll hold out of it. For now.

Idly, she scans the room, glancing over unfamiliar face of varying ages and varying levels of orientation to their new surroundings. While some seemed utterly baffled, others appear right at home. And children. Plenty surely not old enough to have been trained for this kind of living. An odd mix. A very odd mix. ]

Then let's not keep him waiting. Come on. [ Looking back to Mace, Corazon gives a jerk of her head towards the lift, wandering over to it to examine the control console. ...New as well. It takes her a moment, but the lift summon button isn't too difficult to find. ] Have you noticed the mix here? Adults, kids. Half these people look like they've never seen a comm device in their life.

[ Looks like half of them haven't been in space before either, which is to be expected, but it needles him. Anyone who isn't a trained astronaut shouldn't forced to endure this kind of shit—it's way too dangerous, especially when when actual space monkeys are trying to make sense of it. ]

The kids shouldn't be here. There's too much of a risk. For them, and everyone else—we don't know who's suited to this kind of environment.

[ The lift chooses that moment to arrive, drawing his attention away from Corazon, even if he's still mulling over the sheer diversity of the ship's arrivals; his expression's blank, but dark, like he's not internally enjoying the prospect of advising these people how to survive.

The ride up to the passenger quarters is quiet, save for the ever-present hum of what he guesses is the ship's massive engines, and the smooth, near-soundless movement of the lift through structured space. It's about ten minutes before it slows, stops; the doors slide open to reveal a long, narrow corridor bathed in artificial light. ]

[ At the end of the corridor is a familiar silhouette — slouchy and slumped and with narrow shoulders, in the same uniform he'd been wearing the last time they'd all seen one another. He's even got his ship's comm device looped around his neck on its telltale lanyard, even though there's no way for it to work without Icarus to power the frequency.

Capa's stooped over his new communicator now instead, his hands moving across its keys as he types out a response to someone about the possible search for medical supplies. At the sound of the lift doors, however, he looks up — his face a quiet mix of attentiveness and curiosity, but with no real surprise. He returns to his comm device just long enough to finish his sentence and press send before he's tucking it in one of the pockets of his pants and coming to meet Corazon and Mace halfway.

His lips press together before he talks. Maybe it's meant to be grim, maybe it's meant to be a smile. It's there and gone too quickly for either to be able to tell. ]

Cory, [ he says acknowledgingly, offering her that half wincing smile. When looks at Mace after, he doesn't say hi, or even offer his name.

Capa just nods. It's enough. To both: ] No problems?

[ Beyond the obvious, of course. ]

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[ The silence in the lift ride doesn't particularly bother Corazon. She knows Mace and she knows he likes his quiet time. Cory does as well, so it works. Though the subject of kids does have her particularly concerned, her brow furrowing in thought. Space was not any kind of safe, and luxury ship that this was, there's far too much that's delicate, dangerous or both just sitting out in the open. It's not always recognizable as such. ]

It seems like very few are actually suited. We'll need to find someone to bring them up to speed. Or at least someone to keep an eye on the children. [ Space babysitters. She was actually suggesting space babysitters. But it was true. You can't just have children running around a ship like this.

The lift door zips open and Corazon spots Capa's slouched figure down the hall with a little smile. Looking the same as always. It's a comfort to her. As they approach, she gives the smile he wasn't quiet able to hold, pleased to see him looking calm and together. ] Capa.

[ She glances back to Mace, as if to check that the status is still that of no problems. ]

All's well as is. Aside from missing Cassie. She may have gotten out sooner. Gone ahead?

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[ "No problems" might be stretching it. Mace stares hard at Capa, unwilling to give even an inch of (and willing to push it further, if it comes to that). The cold welcome isn't exactly unexpected, but it doesn't fail to ramp up the tension by a few degrees.

At Cory's comment, Mace's otherwise neutral expression turns a little sour—but he'll wait for Capa's answer before leaping to any conclusions concerning Cassie. ]

[ Capa swallows and turns his attention towards the space over Mace and Corazon's shoulders, though which he can see the lift. His expression doesn't change per say (Capa's face isn't nearly as expressive as that most of the time) though a very fine crease appears between his eyebrows. Like he's concentrating on something very hard or perhaps trying to will Cassie through those lift doors.

Which is illogical, of course, so after only a moment the crease disappears again and Capa turns the other way, looking now in the opposite direction. Towards the passengers quarters. ] This ship's passenger capacity's huge. I almost got lost trying to estimate a bed check. [ Which is to say there's no way of finding Cassie on foot if she has gone ahead. But— ] I doubled back here and've been watching the lift ever since.

[ He turns towards Mace and Corazon again. Capa shakes his head. A negative. ] No response to my first hail over the network either. She knows protocol.

[ She would have said something. ]

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[ She notices the worry in Capa and the tension in Mace. It's to be expected, but they're holding together just fine. It's what they were trained for. She focuses on the physicist's words, analyzing the information, filing it away for mental reference. The fact Cassie hadn't checked in yet is definitely worrisome. ]

There could be a glitch with her comm device. She might not have picked it up. [ Cory's rationalizing and she knows, but until they've searched the entire ship for her, she's not going to resign to her being missing. How could they have pluck all of them off the Icarus and missed her? It wasn't a big ship and Cassie likely wasn't hiding. ]

A huge passenger capacity, but none of them native. How is that even possible? Crew, passengers, staff. Where would they have gone?

[ It's the question on everyone's mind, she knows. For now, she'd rather focus on that than worry about what could have happened to Cassie. As long as they're still people unidentified and parts of the ship unsearched, she'll hold out hope for her. ]

That's what we need to find out. [ After they find their missing crewmember. ] Cassie's smart. She wouldn't have wandered off if she didn't have any means of communication.

[ He pauses, and because nobody else has mentioned it yet: ]

We have to consider the possibility she's not here at all.

[ The line of Capa's jaw jumps as he clenches his teeth, but it's quick and impulsive and gone before anyone has time to dwell on it. Not that he expect Mace to, but for Corazon it's briefer than brief. Capa's considered the possibility; if he hadn't, he wouldn't be a good scientist, but considering something and mentioning it aren't the same thing. ]

Statistically, the likelihood is she is. For something to take us and leave her— [ There was no logic, no patterns of cause and effect that he could discern. ] —yes, the margins for error here are huge, but any anomaly would have likely occurred ship-wide.

[ Capa frowns suddenly, remembering. ]

—unless the fifth's not here either, [ he says, half to himself. Icarus had said. Five crew members. ]

[ She stiffens a bit at Mace broaching the subject they don't want to think about at the moment. It's true, they need to consider it, but she catches the glimpse of Capa's discomfort - that's all you really ever get, a glimpse. There's no use in dwelling on it currently. ]

Either way, we can't know for certain until everything's calmed down and we've done a proper search for her. So let's not figure too much either way until we have more legwork done. [ Mace, do not be a Debbie Downer. She's about to start flipping through the comm device, looking for a map, for anything - to suggest somewhere to explore - but then she hears the tail end of Capa's spoken aloud thought, the blood in her veins freezing as the words are processed for what they are. ]

Fifth... [ Her eyes are wide, hesitance and apprehension held in them. There was four - Trey died. There was no fifth. ] What fifth?

Trey's gone, Capa. [ Mace's voice is sharp. He's not afraid to say it, and even though he knows Trey isn't who Capa meant, he has to push for more information—has to build off of Cory's apprehension, press for answers. He doesn't like the frown on Capa's face, and he doesn't like where this is going—Capa would never label a fellow crewmember as "the fifth". ]

[ Trey's gone and that's unfortunate and, if he traces back the patterns of cause and effect, the thread terminates (or rather germinates) with Capa. One decision, two payloads (hypothetical). Four crew members, one payload (actual). He doesn't dwell on it. If they're successful, if they make it home, if they have a few breaths left before getting washed away on a solar wind, then Capa will dwell on it. But not a moment before. ]

It's the last thing I can recall before waking up in stasis. [ Capa leans back, away from the others, the slope of his spine finding the back of the lift. He looks down at his feet, but it's not disheartened, he's remembering. With a hand he rubs his face and his stubble scrapes. ]

She said we weren't going to live long enough to deliver the payload. Icarus. 16 hours, complete oxygen depletion. 19 hours, delivery rendezvous. [ He looks up again, first at Corazon and then at Mace. He holds his gaze levelly. ] Five crew members. When I asked her to identify—

She couldn't.

[ Corazon is quite for a long moment, breath unknowingly held as she just... absorbed what was said. What it meant. Her head shakes minutely, subconsciously denying it. ]

No, that's impossible. That's-- [ She looks to Mace, brow furrowed, as if expecting some kind of confirmation. ] ...impossible.

Just a... dream, perhaps? [ Lord, let it be, because what Capa is suggesting is just entirely too far from anything thinkable. There's no possible way they could have had a stow-away for 16 months and they'd all seen what happened to the rest of the Icarus II crew. ] There was no one else out there. They were all- [ Dead. ] gone. Just the four of us left.

[ Mace is still staring at Capa, thoughts churning, sifting. In his mind, the floor beneath his feet jumps, and the dust of Icarus' dead crewmembers floats through the air like smoke. ]

No. [ It's not a dream. Can't be. Icarus hasn't been wrong thus far, and as much as he hates to admit it, Mace trusts Capa to speak the truth. He wouldn't lie about their chances at survival. ] Cory, you checked the oxygen reserves before we docked with Icarus I, and the math worked out. When we were out there—somebody took the mainframe out of the coolant. That was a manual override. Probably by the same crewmember who left that transmission.

We were docked. Nothing should've been able to decouple the airlock.

[ A beat, and then, directly: ] Capa. Do you remember how many bodies were in the observation room?

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