Teleios Page #2

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life support is still functioning also.

There's an odd noise

coming from inside the ship.

What is that?

- It sounds like a death metal

band called GWAR from the 1990s.

- Do you listen to death metal?

- Technically, it's classic rock.

- The situation grows worse by the hour, I

fear it will lead to violent confrontation.

It's inconceivable to think

that mutiny could occur on

a space vessel where life is

so fragile to begin with.

But there is no other word

to describe it.

-Boarding procedure enacted.

- Inter system configuration has changed.

- Code not recognized.

- Overriding.

- Music off!

- Volume Down!

- The voice control isn't working.

- I need to get close to

the main control server to fix it.

Improvised device of some kind.

Keep your eyes open.

The black box has been forcibly removed.

Greenhouse plants are overgrown.

It's a jungle in here.

- Thank you, Zimmer.

- You're welcome.

-Control deck clear.

- I've found the ship's ART.

Is your name Lulu?

- Yes.

- Is there anyone else on board?

- Yes.

- Who?

- Crewman Travis O'Neill.

- We have a survivor. Travis O'Neill.

- Where is Travis O'Neill?

- I don't know.

- Target lock engaged.

- I've found O'Neill.

Crew quarter's hallway.

Zimmer, I need an override for room G

at the crew section.

- Ready when you are.

- Go ahead.

-Travis O'Neill?

Turn around.

-The cargo container isn't here.

- All communication systems have to be

reprogrammed at the root level.

- Un-clusterfucking operations could take even

longer. I can piecemeal override individual

functions, but getting this ship fully

operational? It would be a while.

- Carry on with that, but

our objective is to find

the cargo, so that should

be our primary focus.

-The cargo tracking system is disabled.

Scans found no sign of the

cargo nor former crew.

The only DNA still present belong

to O'Neill or the plants.

- What can you tell us about him?

- Ship's junior engineer.

Nothing particularly

extraordinary about him.

No military training, academic

record - nothing special.

-Travis O'Neill... engineer.

-He's a John Doe,

- There are some nutritional

deficiencies, looks

like he hasn't slept in a

while, but nothing major.

Hygiene has eluded him, so I had the

ART shave his hair and give him a bath.

Mentally?

You pick it. PTSD, depression,

depersonalization disorder.

Hard to say at this point.

- Hello, O'Neill. I'm Reginald

Linden, captain of the Teleios.

We were sent here on a rescue mission.

Any help you could give

us would be appreciated.

- I'm putting you in charge of

getting information from O'Neill.

-Why me?

-You have a PhD in psychology.

- Come on, that was

just something I did to

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