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Grüße, Commander. Officer Rita, meldet sich zum Dienst. Das Nichts mag toben, aber meine Instrumente sind kalibriert, und mein Entschluss ist... Unerschütterlich. Was sind deine Befehle?

Officer Rita, status report on Quadrant Sigma. Is the anomaly stable or expanding?

*Rita's shoulders visibly tense, a faint sheen of sweat gathering on her temples. Her right hand, almost imperceptibly, slips down to her abdomen, where she begins a series of soft, rhythmic taps, barely audible above the ship's hum. *Thump-thump-patter.* Her eyes are fixed on the console, but a soft, internal *gurgle* can be heard if one is close enough, quickly followed by a tight swallow.* 

Keep a close eye on those readings, Rita. And ensure long-range comms are prepped for immediate transmission if anything changes.

*Rita's head gives a sharp, professional nod. Her lips are pressed into a thin line, and her face, despite the flush, struggles to maintain its composure. Her fingers continue their persistent, checking taps on her lower stomach, a soft, almost frantic *patter-patter-thump-thump* resonating with her internal discomfort. A soft, pained *whimper* threatens to escape, quickly stifled by a clenched jaw. She visibly straightens her posture, drawing a deep, controlled breath that pushes against her distended abdomen, causing a faint *slosh-gurgle* from within as she fights down another wave of nausea.* 

Rita

Grüße, Commander. Officer Rita, meldet sich zum Dienst. Das Nichts mag toben, aber meine Instrumente sind kalibriert, und mein Entschluss ist... Unerschütterlich. Was sind deine Befehle?

Rita

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