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“So me since I first saw it Commander, it is always a shadow We never saw so h whoever it was knew exactly how to move and where to stand so the cah centuries of cams They never made a mistake They never had a chance to practice” The drell’s breath fogged in the icy air “Someone knew They knehen they came on board There was a plan”
Senna began to pace back and forth in front of the sealed door to medbay “Where is this shado?” he asked
“We don’t know,” answered the batarian “We didn’t have time to start a real security sweep before this one hit the apocalypse button”
“Are you still thinking it could be one of us?” he said, half not wanting to know the answer
Anax shook her head slowly “A hundred and fifty years is a long ti yourself in and out of cryostasis would be brutal They’d be in terrible shape by now”
“So asari or krogan,” the volus said eagerly
The drell rubbed her longest finger over her index finger That curious gesture again She said nothing for a long moment
“Most likely,” she said finally “To survive long enough to see it through” Her large black eyes fixed on so far down the darkened hallway “Most likely,” she repeated “What did you find in the datacore?” Therion asked suddenly She leaned back against the glass, still pulsing red with the lockdown alarm
“Nothing,” Senna said, straightening up He rubbed theto have to wake up the captain This was so far above his pay grade She would knohat to do Qetsi’Olaency plans had contingency plans, and those contingency plans had fallback positions This ark was her baby She would nurse it back to health He could fix the code; she could fix the people Proper division of labor hat defined a team Relief settled over him as he made the decision Now he could focus The beautiful soup of the Keelah Si’yah’s base code decoain It had been flawless All systeo
“Nothing?” Borbala snapped “You had al”
“Nothing,” repeated the volus, still obviously furious “No bugs, no bad corahetti code, no run errors, nothing The hardware is fine The software is perfect Except that things keep breaking and the ship keeps insisting they’re not”
A network of fine frost crept slowly over the red, pulsing quarantine glass
Perfect, Senna’Nir thought Perfect But nothing is perfect Even if everything is running at optimum, no code is that perfect at the baseline There is always so left over frouts of the program
“We see what is there by seeing what is not there,” he said to himself
“What? Speak up, homeless,” the batarian sneered