03-05-2026, 07:44 AM
It had been a busy week for Qi. First contact with the Wairara had yielded a treasure trove of cultural data. He had spent every day since walking the corridors with his face buried deep in some new biography or encyclopedia. The language was complex, and it would take weeks to update the universal translator to accommodate its finer points, but he was starting to get the hang of it.
The doors to the briefing room slid open and he found himself in the middle of a conversation between Jensen and Wright, the security midshipman who he’d seen on the Bridge during the mission.
“I hope I’m not interrupting anything?” He said expectantly. He took a seat on the captain’s left side, setting his compendium of Wairara fairytales face-down on the table. He sat up more rigidly than usual, sensing an unexpected tension in the room.
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The doors to the briefing room slid open and he found himself in the middle of a conversation between Jensen and Wright, the security midshipman who he’d seen on the Bridge during the mission.
“I hope I’m not interrupting anything?” He said expectantly. He took a seat on the captain’s left side, setting his compendium of Wairara fairytales face-down on the table. He sat up more rigidly than usual, sensing an unexpected tension in the room.
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