Silence is Golden

Who: Rufus, Trisees
Where: Cargo Bays
When: After the killings
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> Since the operation over a month ago, the man had yet to wake
up. He'd
> been comatose the entire time; not even a slurred murmur. Despite
the
> unfavourable prognosis from the ship's Chief Medical Officer, the
young boy
> held out hope for the eventual awakening of the man.
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Rufus hadn't been out of the room for a day or so now, Trisees
condition had deteriorated slightly and the boy was afraid of leaving
the scientist. However, a constant nagging in his stomach for food
drove Rufus at a sprint out of the room and across the cargo bay to
the elevator to the upper levels.
He cursed the slowness of the turbolifts, the longer he was away the
greater the chance of something happening to Trisees. He placed his
Dollarpounds into the slot of the nearest machine and barked out his
order. It reluctantly spat out what he ordered and Rufus took the
tray of food and walked back to the Turbolift.
It had been a while since he had spoken to anyone, but the solitude
didn't bother the young boy. With Trisees personal lab so close he
wasn't bored. It was giving him a chance to refine the skills he
already had. After sitting in with the older scientist for an hour,
Rufus looked across at the disabled Skutter on the workbench and
sauntered over to it. It still had the modified motor that he had
installed a while ago now, but its advanced features were off for the
time being. Rufus tinkered with the claw mechanism whilst Trisees
coma went on.
<Tag Sean>