Topside smiles faintly.
"Well, I am flattered," he says. He looks. Around the bridge to see Shatterpoint drifting between the various stations, occasionally leaning down to mutter to a crewman. Motherboard was standing stock-still by the communications console as a steady stream of data ran down her visor, and Broadband occasionally gives her a wary look from over her shoulder.
"Well, it seems my counterpart and Miss Personality have things covered here," he says. "And I've been meaning to pay the Butcher of Tetrahex a visit myself. I'll come along."
One of the medics walks over to Juliana.
"My guess is he picked a fight with a particularly nasty spawn of a glitch," she says.
She points over her shoulder to the CR chamber with her thumb.
"He'll be in there a while, but that thing'll have him good as new when its done."
"I think you might be able to," Forcep says.
"You can read cyberglyphs, right?" he asks, pointing to the whorling strings of ancient characters on the holo-screen above the glass orb.
"Any of these give us a clue as to who this spark is supposed to be?"
"That so?" he sardonically asks.