Night fell around Vetra, but she was too absorbed in her work to notice. Hushed “good nights” were exchanged, the lights dimmed, the only sound that remained was the white noise of the drive core adjacent to her. Yet her head remained bowed over her terminal, her fingers frantically working.
She was so occupied, she jumped out of her seat when her omni-tool dinged at a late hour with a message from Ryder.
You still up? Want to show you something.
She smiled at the use of Ryder’s first name. Charlie was informal at the best of times, but around everyone other than Vetra, she preferred the use of her surname. The use of her first name was like a gift to Vetra.
Charlie’s next message arrived so quickly, Vetra wondered if Ryder had known Vetra was up already.
Meet me at my quarters when you’re ready.
Immediately, Vetra closed her terminal, her work suddenly feeling unimportant, and departed for the Pathfinder’s Quarters.
In the short time since they had become… whatever they were – girlfriends, maybe? – Vetra had never been to Charlie’s quarters, and the thought of entering such a mysterious space thrilled her.
Truthfully, everything about Charlie thrilled her. But over the years Vetra had become a master of creating a veneer of calm, so with a deep breath, she school her expression into neutrality and knocked on the door.
The door whisked open, and Vetra was faced with chaos.