mission day 1425 time: just after 09:00 location: central control room ( open )
She was already starting the calculations.
She didn’t know what else to do; even hours later, the message was still sinking in, maybe hadn’t even sunk in at all in some strange shade of shock she was unused to. But when she was stressed, Serra threw herself into her work, and this was no exception. She didn’t know what was going to happen, tonight. She didn’t even know what she wanted to happen, tonight, didn’t know which way she’d vote when it came down to it. But if the rest of the crew decided they needed to turn around and head home, she was going to have a lot of work on her plate and not much time in which to do it.
Her head was practically spinning with the calculations, her mind moving through the equations before she even had time to solve them or type them into the terminal in front of her. She’d barely taken the time to strap herself into the chair at her screen, the zero g tugging gently at her in all directions. She needed to calm down. To focus.
She was focused. Wasn’t she? Focused enough not to hear someone else come into the control room, or float up behind her.
