I hunkered down in the maintenance shaft I'd been calling a bunk for the last week and thought about my life choices up to this point.
Okay, joining up with Soban Fleet Command? Still think that was a reasonable choice in the moment. I like space. I like spaceships, despite the last month. I liked my job as navigator and helmswoman. I definitely had no idea this would happen then.
Running, a month ago? In retrospect, still seems like a good call. When half the bridge crew starts chanting "WE ARE THE SHIPMIND WE ARE ONE" with their eyes lit up from within by suddenly glowing neural implants, you get the hell out of there before trying to figure out what happened. That's how they got the doc, Lieutenant Commander Fritz. He stayed behind to examine the captain while the rest of us bolted, and the next time I saw him his eyes were lit up like a christmas tree.