Zeta found herself appreciating the gracefulness of Khementari. There were emotions... somewhere in her matrix. Broken, incoherent, mostly unintelligible emotions... but they were something. Zeta realized then that her suspicions were correct, and that she had only damaged herself severely during her self-liberation, and not erased her personality entirely. This was good, she supposed.<br/><br/>The damage was certainly severe, as she failed to recognize Khementari's affectionate touches and interpreted it as a request for support. Zeta mimicked Khementari, wrapping her arm around the small of Khementari's back and giving her a bit of a boost. "Come," she said, leading her to the bridge and quite serenely activated the bridge computer.<br/><br/>It wasn't Zeta's voice, but Choam's that came from her mouth. "Deactivate self-destruct. Genik Choam authorization zero zero zero destruct zero. Destruct code one b two b three. Special command 'Rutting Hutt.' Deactivate."<br/><br/>A cold female voice responded, "Code accepted. Self-destruct deactivated. Recant recorded on the officer's log. Officers can expect to receive an inquiry within the hour." It went silent, and the alarms that had become white noise went silent with it, leaving a deathly quiet in the ship that was broken only by the creaks of the ravaged ship and faint explosions from other parts of the ship.<br/><br/>Zeta looked to Khementari. "Shall we return to the<em>Independence</em>?"