"The company sends their regards, Captain," Marcus said, his voice barely audible over the sirens. "The insurance on the cargo is worth more than the crew."
Vane turned to her Executive Officer, Marcus, whose face remained a mask of calm. Too calm. He wasn't looking at the alarms; he was looking at his watch. [S3E4] Sabotage
The lights on the bridge flickered. Suddenly, the gravity plating groaned, and the floor tilted ten degrees. Panic surged through the crew as the artificial gravity began to cycle on and off, a strobe effect for the inner ear. "The company sends their regards, Captain," Marcus said,
On the bridge, Captain Vane stared at the star map. They were days from the nearest colony, hauling a payload of volatile Tibanna gas. "Manual? Kael, that area is restricted to Level 4 clearance. Only you, me, and the Executive Officer have those codes." He wasn't looking at the alarms; he was looking at his watch
"Command, we have a breach in the logic gate," Kael whispered into his comms. "It’s not a malfunction. Someone pulled the thermal pins manually."
The hum of the deep-space harvester Ishimura II was a comforting lullaby until the rhythm broke. In the silence of the Maintenance Sub-deck, Kael watched the diagnostic screen flicker red. The oxygen scrubbers weren't just failing; they were being systematically overridden.