Even as warnings continued to come across the comm channel, Serin found herself caught between caution and curiosity. For the first time since entering the creature, she felt they might finally be on the verge of understanding what Narhelion had been trying to tell them all along. The only question remaining was whether the price of that understanding would be worth paying.
Velis: ::to Narhelion:: I trust you.
Without hesitation, she took her helmet off, waiting for whatever it was Narhelion needed to say or do.
Narhelion: Temporary mind link interface possible. Permanence avoidable within first forty *unintelligble*. Accessing alien device. Revision. Permanence avoidable within first forty eight hours. ::the reverberations through the interior lingered:: Privacy uncompromised. Mind link surface only, without further consent.
Velis: ::nods:: I understand. ::to Kessler:: It’s a risk. You can have Lieutenant Queen monitor me and do whatever is needed to break the interface if it becomes too dangerous.
Rox / Kessler: Responses
Nakada: Response
However, before she could give Narhelion permission, she felt the floor beneath her feet jolt, and a sharp pain lanced through her arm. But when she looked down, nothing was there.
Kessler: Response
Velis: Narhelion! Show me! Let us help you!
A series of lights lit up on the console, almost as if guiding her. She laid a hand on each in the same order they’d lit up.
Kessler / Rox: Responses
Velis: ::studies the console:: Something’s wrong. She appears to be injured. ::taps her commbadge:: =/\= Velis to Kel. What’s going on? Is everyone all right? =/\=
Kel / T’Fearne / De La Croix: =/\= Responses =/\= Kessler / Rox / Nakada: Responses