Life in deep space might be a drag in some cases, however Daisy supposed things could have been even worse. They were still alive, after all, which was constantly a plus in her book. Now if just she could determine who, or what, was threatening her return house, things would be just peachy. It had been one hell of a method to begin the day– being rudely snapped from a deep cryo-sleep, and in the middle of a ship-wide crisis to boot– but Daisy was pleased to note that the ship had not decompressed, the crew had not been blasted into area, and, most significantly, they had not merely exploded. At least not yet. So, they had that choosing them, but being stuck on a damaged ship in the inky depths of area as it hopped towards Earth was not exactly the relaxing journey home she had actually thought of. With the powerful AI supercomputer directing the craft beginning to reveal some befuddling quirks of its own, and its unsettling cyborg assistant nosing into her affairs, Daisy’s unease was quickly growing. Add to the mix a crew of mechanically-enhanced humans, any one of whom she believed may not be what they appeared, and Daisy discovered herself with a sense of pending fear tickling the periphery of her mind. Something was quite not right– she could feel it in her bones. The challenging part now was going to be determining what the threat was, prior to it might manifest from a mere sinking feeling in her gut into a potentially deadly reality.
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