<a class="link link--external" href="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/67/ba/d6/67bad6b09e26897151727e29ffe811e3.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Thomyris “Riz” Heroux</a><br/>Location: Ticonderoga class assault ship/heading towards Bridge.<br/>Tagged: All (mostly Donovan).<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><b>“Jin-“</b>Thomyris attempted to call out but their cook already bolted down towards the Cryo-Chambers, followed by Arthur Crecy. She shut her mouth, watching with pursued lips.<i>Well at least he could handle himself.</i>Which meant of course Jin-Lai would have the best protection. After putting everyone’s life in danger from her own mistakes, she was loathe to see anything bad happen to any one of them. And there were orders too after all. It seemed as if all would be well, until something seemed to snap inside the ship and the voice fluttered through all the comms.<i>Anyone please…anyone please…</i><br/><br/>Good goddess! It sent icy tingles down her spine, for anyone who ever journeyed through the stars would know the risks of maybe being stranded in deep space. To think such a reality happened here was horrifying, one that evoked deep sorrow and pity for the previous occupants of this ship. It was only Iona’s voice that drew Thomyris out of this dreadful reprieve of her mind, switching channels but not forgetting the voice, which seemed to play on inside her mind.<i>That could have been me even.</i><br/><br/><b>“Yes ma’am. we'll report when I'm there.”</b>Thomyris stated through the comms, jerking her head towards Donovan so that they could move on. Despite the stone cold killer at her back, who would have her back through thick and thin, Thomyris still couldn’t shake off the sudden foreboding that came over her. There was something still on this ship she feared but better to face it in the light than the dark, she imagined.<br/><br/>She didn’t activate her own magnetic-soles, throwing herself from threshold to threshold and through corridors in zero-gee as she followed the indicators towards the bridge. A lot more console, monitor, and terminals became prevalent, side nooks with view screens, open wiring and such. It was quite an extensive operation.<b>“Looks like they’re using your toy without you.”</b>She bantered with Donovan as they made their way around, listening to the comms, as it was much better than listening to the silence of life all around. Even though she had the option of sending Donovan first, and despite her own fears, Thomyris still led the way.<i>Only dead bodies right?</i><br/><br/>At last they came to a set of blast doors that locked off the bridge. Outside, floating though in what seemed to be a seating position, was a corpse. Thomyris nearly screamed when her headlights fell upon it, not noticing it until she was half way towards the final set of doors. She took several deep breaths to steady herself and approached the doors, keeping far away from the body. She tried the door commands but they were inactive, forcing her to rip it apart to get at the wiring. Only…it was completely different from the standardized tech she was used to. After peering at it, she realized there was no point pulling or cutting it blind.<b>“This is way too old for me.”</b>She murmured, glancing back at Donovan with a disappointed face. She didn’t like being useless.<br/><br/><b>“I don’t suppose you can force these open? Whatever happened to these poor buggers, its very likely the answers on the bridge. They wouldn’t just lock it in and keep…”</b>Thomyris glanced towards the corpse floating outside, clearly locked out by something or someone, highlighting it with her headlights,<b>“…keep him out.” </b>