Nat felt the gentle, controlled - and restless, for the petite pilot - movement above her through her fingertips, and a small peace warmed it's way down her arm, steadying her breathing, slowing her heartrate. Petra's melody circled around and around, seeming to go nowhere, despite its building complexity - a metaphor; concious or unconcious, it didn't really matter: the inherent dissociative nature of both the musical and psychiatric aspects of the fugue were not lost on Nat, and she began to worry for her friend's seeming detachment.
Maybe the thought of someone messing with her mind is bothering her more than she knows....
Hugh Shinjison Hoshikawa:
Hugh chuckles. "I suspect that we won't have a choice in the matter, but if we do, I'm in for a debrief." He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. "Where I am from, preparation of the mind is a more personal task, one not shared with others, though ofen in groups of people who do not share their thoughts.... I have not mastered centering myself or quieting the mind, perhaps that is part of what led me here."
Petra Jelinek:
"Our choices are our own...." Petra mused, it was serious enough that she'd stopped humming for a moment...."A debrief would be good." she agreed.
"I suspect you're right, Hugh - we may not have a choice and I, for one, am all for it." Her umber eyes cast upward, toward the minimal and tightly controlled movements in the bunk above, although only Hugh might have witnessed the look.
"We need some answers, even if that answer is 'I'm not going to tell you,' which in itself would inform my own working relationship going forward."
Hugh Shinjison Hoshikawa:
I, also, can see few reasons I would agree to my mind being tampered with in such a way, but the lack of any guidance upon waking is, perhaps, evidence of the theory that this was unplanned for....The more I think about it, the less it makes sense the Rach, or whoever is working through him to employ us, that did the mind wipe. All it did was leave us unable to articulate the mission and execute on it. Clearly there was some expectation of survival, or at least the intent of that, or why bother with a privateer on standby with no backup orders."
Petra Jelinek:
Petra's eyes remained closed, but the humming slowly died down. There was a slight, plaintive sigh; the cred chips stopped tumbling. "Well," the dark-haired pilot noted off-hand, though there was an urgent ruefulness to her tone, "it sounds like.... we've been forcibly mind-wiped by someone, presumably an enemy or third party." The frown and sadness in her voice lngered, even through the extended thoughtful pause, "Or ourselves."
The tonal aura of the pilot's comment was not lost on Nat, and she began moving as she spoke.
"I am inclined to agree: given what I know of myself, and the common sense observations you've both stated, I also believe it was unplanned, and some kind of third party interference." She untangled herself from herself, and sat up in her bunk.
"Maybe some kind of station defense mechanism that wasn't accounted for? Nothing else really explains why the shuttle captain remembers everything, while we don't." She scooted off the mattress and stood up.
"I'm *really* beginning to look forward to this debriefing."
She nodded to Hugh, and smiled, and then turned back to the top bunk, setting one foot on the ladder and tapping the mattress lightly. "
Requesting permission to board, Captain. Would you like some company?"