Journal Entry: Festival of Renewal – Navi Topaz
The Festival of Renewal had enveloped the Mayhem in a cocoon of camaraderie, but my journey to the bridge to deliver Bi Geo’s gift felt like stepping into another world. The celebratory echoes from the common room faded as I neared the bridge, replaced by the hushed, urgent tones of Tav Skytte and Bi Geo. Curiosity drew me closer, and I found myself hidden in the shadows, eavesdropping.
“We need to recalibrate the nav system,” Tav whispered, his voice tense with underlying excitement. “But that’s not the only thing on my agenda. There’s more to that coin Navi handed me. It’s not just a trinket.”
Bi Geo, usually the embodiment of calm, sounded intrigued yet cautious. “You played it off as junk earlier. What’s changed now?”
Tav’s reply was laced with secrecy. “That’s because I needed to throw Navi off the scent. That coin, Bi, it’s more than it appears. I think it’s a map, a star map to be precise. If we can decode it, the possibilities are endless.”
“A star map?” Bi questioned, her skepticism clear. “Hidden in a coin? That sounds far-fetched, even for you, Tav.”
Tav’s tone was insistent, persuasive. “Think about it, Bi. Why would anyone go to such lengths to conceal it if it wasn’t important? This could be a major find, something that could give us an edge.”
Bi seemed to ponder this for a moment. “If you’re right, this could change a lot for us. But we need to be sure. We can’t let this information out until we know more.”
As Tav slipped away, his expression smug yet contemplative, I remained concealed, processing their exchange. When the coast was clear, I entered the bridge with Bi Geo’s gift in hand. “In the glow of the moons, we renew,” I announced, presenting her with the wrapped package.
She accepted it with genuine surprise and delight. Unwrapping it, she revealed the custom pilot’s glove designed to aid her skills at the helm. “This is incredible, Navi,” she said, visibly impressed.
I hesitated, wanting to probe about the coin, but Bi’s carefully neutral expression held me back. Whatever secrets the coin and Tav’s plans held, they were not mine to uncover – at least not yet.
Leaving the bridge, I realized the depth and complexity of life aboard the Mayhem. Beyond the light-hearted festivity, there were layers of mystery and intrigue, each playing their part in the grand tapestry of our existence in space.
Navi Topaz
First Mate of the SMC Mayhem
