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008. audio.

This is Raven Reyes, CEO. [ her words are quick, a little businesslike but mostly just concerned and ready to get shit done. ] I'm down in Engineering and I'm sticking around, so if you need help anywhere lit, odds are I'm the quickest rescue you've got.

Text, call, doesn't matter, just get in touch and tell me everything you can about where you are and what the hell's after you. The sooner, the better. I'm working with strategy, not firepower. If you wait too long, there's not much I can do.

[ end transmission. now she's just going to monitor like crazy and wait for the scared and the reckless to blow up her phone. ]

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No, I'd say we're about 25% under control right now - less if whoever the hell managed to board really does, in fact, want us dead.

[Twenty-five percent is not high. Rhys frowns for a moment, considering. If everyone dies, he's pretty sure that'll include him as well. That's not something that he wants to think about. Sigh, work. Sigh, work he's not getting paid for.]

-need help?

[He flicks the video on so she can see his cybernetics- it's a little awkward to hold the communicator at an angle that can show his arm bending and emitting a soft light from his palm, which forms into a holographic display of a computer screen.]

I can usually integrate and control most systems I run across. If you're trying to hack the lights, I bet I could do it just as fast, if not faster.

[ raven can't help it - despite the urgency of the situation, she's leaning in just a little to check out his arm through the screen, eyes lighting up with poorly-concealed fascination. ] 'Integrate and control', [ she echoes appreciatively, but also like it's not quite an everyday concept. especially not here. but then it clicks, her fingertips lifting to the approximate spot on her head that his port happens to be, and she's shaking her head sharply. ]

No, that's actually a really bad idea. This ship will literally fry you, do you follow? I want to say it doesn't play nice with trespassers but that's putting it so gently it's almost not even true.

Hey. I have, like, virus protection. I wouldn't offer otherwise.

[Buuuuut, the idea of being fried is one that he's not particularly fond of, and as he mulls it over Rhys comes to a better idea.]

-well, I'm good with computers and machinery in general. Offer still stands, sans integration, unless you're going to shoot that one down too. In which case, I'll take my skills to Communications.

[And his tone sounds a little like that's a threat, but hey, Rhys is aware how marketable he is. Or, at least, he thinks he knows. He might have a bit of a high opinion of himself, but he's got skills, or something.]

If I can count on your word that I'm not gonna show up one day to find your head plugged into the reactor terminal and the rest of you sizzling gently, you've got a deal.

You know, I'm actually pretty fond of this whole 'living' thing. If you say that linking up with the ship will kill me then I don't really see the point in risking it.

So yeah, no worries from me.