[Legolas]

The acting captain of the TF-Arioch pulled a dirty rag from a pocket with practised ease and wiped his hands.
"Keep trying," he told the Comm-Liason. "Maybe some helper of his knows."

Fresh to his role, he already felt unpleasantly isolated. As chief engineer he spent hours chasing after errant crewmen and monitoring their work on the floor, stepping in here and there to offer aid, expertise or a comment. Here, inexperience aside, all he could do was wait, build up to a fume and trust others told him what he needed to hear. He was determined not to linger overlong.

Ricor turned to the navigator.
"We can't fly the Line without command. More ships may've vanished this way, crews going directionless and insane. If they don't recover soon I'm aborting this mission, and the only question is if I do before or after we supply that station. How much time do we win heading straight for the Wayfarer?"