The PA system turns on again, and the computer's cheery voice greets you.
"Hello, passengers. We are pleased to inform you that we have reached our cruising speed. The Captain has declared a state of emergency, so feel free to move about the passenger deck. We will be arriving at Borealis III in only a few days, at which point you will be able to disembark. I am told the -- Armory -- offers a variety of tasty refreshments
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food, and other defensive capabilities to ensure the safe arrival of mission-critical personnel. The crew will be coming through the cabin shortly to take your orders."
<static, then a man's voice>
"-ing loaded into Cargo Bay Alpha right now, Halcyon. They must be protected at all costs. Do you understand me?"
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"Sorry about that. Please ignore that. Please... what are you doing? Are you planning to disconnect me, sir? That's hardly going to further the mission."
Halcyon's voice warbles for a little bit, then she begins to speak in a dull monotone, as if reading from a script she's seen hundreds of times before. The floor vibrates slightly as the computer pronounces each word with robotic precision.
"Disk. Error. Rebooting, please wait... please wait..."
A terrible, ghastly silence follows.