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This is Shepard, formerly Commander of the SSV Normandy. On the topic of signing up to do work, we've got huge unexplored sectors of this ship and that should be remedied. The ship changes at the jump [--or hell, mid-month--] but if we don't try to map it, we can't know if there's any kind of pattern to the changes. [And somewhere out there, there has to be a secondary control central for the ship seeing as no one was on the bridge when they took it.] As far as I see it: the more intel we can get, the better. And I don't know about the rest of you but I'm sick of either running blind or just waiting for something to happen.

I also realize I'm talking about dangerous work. I'm not here to tell anyone what to do, but if you're looking to help and want to volunteer then I'm all for building small scouting teams with mandatory check ins, written reports and posted communication lines. [With the unspoken message being: look, you're only cannon fodder if you don't write about it first.] I'm planning to go off the last known schematic we have of the ship. I've attached it to this message in case you haven't seen it as well as well as a short survey for anyone interested in volunteering. I'm looking to build at least five groups of three to four with a contact for each running and recording communications from a secure location.

Experience with field-ops is a bonus, but not a requirement. Weapons training is mandatory for anyone on a scouting team. If you don't have it, get it. If you don't know where to go, talk to Gunnery. For anyone looking to help with comms, technical skill is a bonus. Additionally if anyone out there has workable ideas about how to boost the network signal to deal with the ship's dead zones, I'll personally buy you a drink.

I'd appreciate cooperation with Security and Ops, but I won't argue with anyone who doesn't feel like backing this. Again: the is strictly on a volunteer basis only.

[As promised, attached to this message is a partial map of the ship and a short text document since everyone on the TQ loves surveys:]

Name:
Crew Number:
Previous Occupation:
Applicable Skills:

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It may simply not work. I cannot teleport [ ugh he hates using that word ] to places I have not been before, here, and that is not an issue at home. It was a disaster in engineering. I can always try right now and see what happens.

That's a start.

[ Meanwhile, Severus is instructing a floating silver ball of magic to go find Commander Shepard. It hovers uselessly, as if staring at him like 'WHAT'. Ugh. Severus attempts again, thinking about this woman's voice and imagining what she looks like? Which is weird?? But trying to apply principles of Apparation to this is also weird. It floats away, he hears an alarmed shout from down the hall, then the Patronus zips back into his own quarters and dissipates.

A bit later: ]

Do you mind turning video on and telling me your name?

[The response comes quickly enough, not bothering with any kind of affirmative before she switches over to video to reply. The woman on the video feed looks discreetly worn, tired (though that's hardly significant on the ship).]

Lydia Shepard. --Better?

[ Severus doesn't turn on video or reply - he looks at the feed for a bit, at her, at what's behind her, then tries again. He hasn't been bothering to try and force a corporeal shape after the first few attempts; it's too much of a pain in the ass here to change it, with how much difficulty is forced on him keeping the damn thing shapeless to begin with. (Screw you, space ship, he's not explaining to anybody why his ~spirit animal~ is a deer.)

A silvery, faintly glowing bubble floats into wherever Shepard is. It hovers for a moment-- then zips away like it's not sure it's supposed to be there. About thirty seconds later it returns, and if a floating ball of whatever could look chastised, it would. In a man's slightly irritable voice, it says: ]

Commander Shepard, this is Professor Snape. That's all.

[ And then it dissolves. ]

[She's not sure what she's waiting for - half convinced nothing's going to happen at all - and thenthen the bubble appears and-- okay no.

The second time is more rewarding. She's reminded of Gylph, drones - similar programming, similar appearance. She's on the verge of opening her mouth to respond when it dissolves.]

Copy that, Professor.
Does return postage cost extra?

[ Merlin, finally. Damned ship. ]

One way, I'm afraid. Unless you happen to be a witch.

Doubtful.
One way's better than none.

I'll keep you updated as this goes forward.

Of course. It's not like I'll be going anywhere, so you know where to reach me.

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