Amber light washes the cargo hold as the registry handshake finishes settling into 2-6's interface. The ship's core pings back, clean and unquestioning, like it already knows who owns the rest of the conversation.
Kest
There. Confirm it at the core, and the handoff is complete.
Kest steps down from the gantry with a calm, clinical smile. The Courier and Jax stay rigid by the bulkhead while interface cables creep closer to 2-6's arm, guided by the ship's own routing logic.
The Courier
He's not negotiating anymore. He's delivering.
Jax
2-6, don't let it finish.
The wrist rig settles into a controlled pulse, steady as a leash. The cargo hold lights stutter once, then stabilize around 2-6's signature, marking him as the authorized bridge to the core.
✓ Quest Accepted
Confirm the handoff at the ship core
“"Why shouldn't I? We all work for the same company right?" 2-6 lets the interface happen”
SUCCESS (Good Willpower, rolled +2)
2-6
Why shouldn't I? We all work for the same company, right?
The interface accepts the line like it has been waiting for that answer all along. Amber routing threads tighten around his arm, and the ship's core settles into a deeper, obedient hum.
Kest
That's it. Let the core take you clean.
The Courier
No. Don't tell him it sounds right.
Jax
2-6... if you hear me, stay with us.
The wrist rig pulses red, then steadies. The sleek shell over his cybernetic arm locks flush as the ship's registry treats him like a trusted key, not a person.
Quest Complete
Confirm the handoff at the ship core