Artemis Lockwood
Against all the laws of regular work hours, Artemis was not in fact in Cancer when the ship began to shake- instead, she was hiding in the corner of the common room, taking a much-needed nap. Staying up all night didn't come without a price, after all. Wide-scale disaster waits for nobody, however, and the truant chemist was abruptly awoken at the sound of the voices delivering their reports over the comm.
Oh. Oh my god. Something's happened- did I hear chem lab
just now?! Ohhh god, I hope it's not the compounds I was mixing, those are volatile, I knew
I shoulda labeled them- Artemis made a mad dash down the corridors to Cancer, hurriedly donning her lab coat as she ran. She almost knocked over several similarly frantic people, but at least that meant it wasn't just chemicals... perhaps nobody would notice her absence? Yeah, right. If the fiasco in the lab was her fault, there was no way she'd escape the blame. She cursed under her breath, blocking the rest of the reports out. Bad news didn't have to be accompanied by more bad news.
August Lockwood
Unlike his sister, August Lockwood was a responsible young man who knew what he was doing and was most certainly not playing chess by himself- ah, who was he kidding? It wasn't like the genetic lab had much to do anyways. They'd already analyzed and gene-coded and made hybrids of pretty much every lifeform on ship, and all there was to do now was to wait... what was that? It seemed an awful lot like the ship shaking...
"Captain, we've been hit. The engines aren't working; transmissions'll be joining them soon. Hyperdrive is permanently decommissioned- basically, it's all gone to hell."
Oh. That
was the ship shaking. Great to know...
oh my god. That had to have been a mistake, right? The AI had always been somewhat of a prankster... but no, the comm was filled with disaster reports, and right before his eyes the rack of newly engineered plants had fallen over, threatening to destroy a whole week's work. Trying to control his nerves, August began to pick them up, half-hurling them back onto their rack. There had to be something more important to do, but it wasn't like he could help, and...
why oh why do these things always have to happen to me?