The cold metal banister chilled through the uniform, freezing my arms. Another reminder of the failing heating systems. Sometimes it worked, but more often than not it decided not today. Below me, the crew shambled on their duties. Engineers stumbled free from the confines of the tunnels, covered in oil from another sprung leak. A deep voice thundered across the room seconds later. Something about dropping oil over the bridge. The engineers scrambled away, eyes wide, on the verge of rolling into the back of the skulls. My eyes locked onto Raisha as she barked from her position in the Captain's chair. My mandibles clicked loud enough to earn an across the shoulder glare. It failed to pin me in place as my head shook, pushing myself from the banister to skulk away, hands buried in my pockets. Raisha's gaze returned ahead, fixating to a point no one else could see.
How a ship that had been so well maintained, is less than 2 years old, ripped apart once already and put back together during the space of a month suffer from so many problems? Ah yes, a tunnel-vision blind captain running the ship non-stop for a month without regular maintenance, driving the crew to the brink of exhaustion, creating tired engineers making stupid mistakes which put the whole crew at risk. Shayan never surfaced into the bridge any more, locked in the tunnels as he fought for creative solutions to fixing things that required a dry dock. Sometimes they worked. Sometimes they didn't. It was the ones that didn't which caused the problems. Not that Raisha cared. We needed to dock soon anyway, our food is running into rations now. Part of us prayed for a Saboteur mission because there was no other way to divert the ship to a dock. Then again, if the last 5 'missions' were anything to go by, pirates or other forms of trouble awaited us. The space battles took the toll on the ship. We were in the middle of nowhere, right in danger's path and Raisha's damn impatience had us chasing stupid leads which made no sense to the Intel team. What Kala had pulled together lead to strong leads, but few of them materialised into anything solid without her here to continue her work. Our hits dried up and it only made Raisha angry. An angry Raisha pushed the teams to the limit. Indira lay sprawled in the Intel rooms, exhausted from the 16 hour shifts she had to put in to keep Raisha happy. My mandibles clicked as they passed before me. A peek inside would show me what I already knew; they were dying in there. The Science team was no better. Raisha demanded better weapons, better detection, better everything. They couldn't deliver. Not with the resources they had. Raisha refused to the stop the ship. Therefore, she refused to pick up new supplies and resources they could have otherwise used. And without Mat'al to lead them, they struggled to work as efficiently as they could otherwise. Mat'al had always performed well with limited supplies. Anthon wasn't as skilled in that department, despite how hard he tried.
Most of the combat team lay in med bay. The last few ground investigations turned up nothing but mercs and pirates. And now we were too few to even do an effective ground mission. If we dragged the other teams into it, exhaustion would destroy them too. My hands scrubbed my face, slamming a hand onto the elevator button. My so called 'XO' rank turned out to be nothing more than a 'yes man' job. Everyone knew arguing against Raisha lead to threats of prison, abandoning the crew to whatever whim she wanted. My hands twisted in each other, pacing in the elevator. Shit was the only fitting way to describe the situation. I did nothing but lead the ground missions, get screamed at and forced to captain the ship myself while Raisha pointed a finger and said 'Go here'. She did nothing else! She abandoned all the duties onto me; assigning jobs, reading reports, summarising reports, doing the requisitions - which never happened -, arranging crew shifts, speaking with our contacts. Oh yeah, she left Julian in my hands. His agitation over his sister's disappearance was a problem for another time. The only good news I had heard was from Mat'al, a quick message to let me know they had escaped Earth and joined Shepard on the Normandy and were in the process of a secret plan. My head shook. Couldn't he have done it here? He would never let Raisha away with a fraction of the shit she has pulled.
On the top deck, the Starquake hummed. It wasn't her usual hum. Worn bearings from an overworked rotary rattled the ship. The rotary tore through spare parts, it needed maintenance on a weekly basis. My hands brushed over my crest, dropping to cup the back of my head. The ship needed to dock, the crew needed to rest, and we needed good news to come our way. Moral had collapsed. My hands flopped to my side, one raising to tap the hologram at my door. My eyes drifted to the Captain's room, heart aching. They tore themselves away from it, only to find my hand quivering over the red hologram. My mandibles waved, eyes narrowing. My hand dropped, stepping closer to the captain's door. A trembling hand rose, opening the door. Dell's scent crashed into me, my eyes squeezing shut. Spirits, it hadn't faded at all. A peek through the frame, the familiar room lay in darkness. With a beep, a talon clicked the lights on. A thin layer of dust coated every surface, making my heart ache worse. Another tap of a button, small drones floated free, setting to work cleaning the dust from every surface. My hand dragged along the surface of the desk, the computer bursting to life. Seven screens scattered the work area; reports, requisitions, stock checks, updates from the crew, Gideon's daily progress through his school work. Spirits, nothing missed her attention. A half-finished report lay on a screen, an update on her time with her 'Saboteur Contact'. My eyes diverted, swiping the report away, letting the system save it. Her inbox lay a mass of messages, thousands of them. Many of her contacts didn't know she was in a 'coma'. The more recent messages came from such people, frustrated or worried with her lack of contact. My hand raised to the keyboard, tapping a quick message to all of her contacts, aside from the Council and Julian, that Dell was out of action for the foreseeable future due severe injury. Perhaps that would keep them quiet for a while until we found out what we were doing with Dell's position.
As terrible as it is, after the message screen vanished and her home menu lay before me, my mourning and curiosity had my hands delving into her documents and folders. A quest for something familiar, something to ease the pain of her passing. She held folders for everything; weekly reports, monthly reports, she kept every requisition order ever placed, a timetable for upcoming events and calls. Her calendar was full, only a few hours set aside from her working hours for food and spending time with Gideon. Delving deeper exposed another folder, hidden deep in a network of trees. 'Contingency Plans'. Inside lay a single document. The document itself was huge, a gigabyte in size. My plates furrowed, opening the massive file. A well-documented plan lay before me, the contents spreading 4 pages. Plans for a huge array of failures; ship destruction, data loss, Saboteur assaults, Council betrayal, economic collapse, crew death-… She… had a plan if she were to die? My heart thundered, staring at the sub-contents line. 'My Own Death' glared on the screen. A tap of the screen whisked me to the section. A set of bullet points waited, a layout of the crew structure below them. Well, various crew structures. She prepared a list of who had priority for promotion in the crew for various situations within the Command structure.
Raisha was not captain in every single one of them, Dell kept Raisha to the XO position or lower. In most of them, she didn't even sit in the Command section at all, rather with the Spectres in the 'Miscellaneous' section. In one situation, Mat'al sat as Captain, I as his XO. Another situation dubbed 'Valerian's willing to lead' had us reversed. In the situation where Mat'al died, I sat in the Captain's chair. The XO had a varied list depending on how the crew took to the Spectres. If positive, then Drutus sat as XO until confident I had taken to the role. If negative, then Saria would take his place, despite her lack of experience in command. My heart twisted. Lanster wasn't joking… she wanted me to lead and wanted Raisha away from power. Had she predicted this? Blood pumped through my system like a torrent. Spirits have mercy, she must have. My hands clenched into fists. It got worse though. Aside from the command structure, custody of Gideon had even stricter conditions. He was to fall under my care with Julian acting as a Guardian, Mat'al also became a guardian. Under no circumstances, she said in bold, was Gideon to fall under Raisha's care. Dell feared Raisha that much… or knew she was on a downward slope. And the Starquake ownership too! Julian was to get ownership of her until Gideon was old enough, but she was to stay part of Julian's fleet.
Dell had so many hopes pinned on me. She waited, waited for years from the looks of these plans, for me to overcome my fear of leading, the scars that hid me from my potential. My mandibles pinned. She trusted me to look after the crew and the ship, trusted me to overcome anything in my path. My head shook. Why, why did she trust me so much? She knew… Spirits, she knew! With an agitated sigh, the desk vanished, the computers shut down. The drones continued the cleaning as the lights died, her scent cut by the closing door. She wanted me in charge, wanted Raisha away from power. Did Raisha's grief drop clues, clues we did not see but she did? My mandibles clicked, passing over Gideon's door. Could I lead? I led the ground teams with no problem. Hell, even the XO job was proving to be less taxing than dealing with Raisha. Would… Would being Captain be better? My eyes closed, listening to the crashing of the surrounding ship. A quiet sob broke out nearby. My heart thundered. With seconds the red stain of the engineering tunnels enclosed me. Following the sound of the stifled sob, a sight greeted me. Lyore sat in the tunnel, grease smeared over her face. Bralem sat by her side, a grumbling guardian as a pipe dripped before them. Bralem glanced up at the sound of my footfalls. He started.
"Oh shi- X-XO-" he stumbled.
"At ease," I said. Lyore shuddered. "What happened?" Lyore dropped her gaze.
"The… the hydraulic pipes are leaking. I-I'm trying to seal them b-but all the sealant has run out. W-We can't find any rubber tube sealers either," she mumbled. "I-I can't fix anything!"
"Hey, hey, don't worry. I'll speak to Raisha and get us to dry dock. We need supplies anyway," I said. Lyore snorted.
"As if," she muttered. "She doesn't give a fuck. She'll work us into the ground and just replace us. And the Council won't question anything until there's enough bodies," My mandibles clicked.
"Not if I can help it," I growled, crouching in the dark tunnel. "Do what you can," I said. Lyore nodded. Given the situation, making them salute would only degrade them further. My eyes narrowed, focusing on the pipes threatening to bruise my fringe. Time to have another battle with Raisha. This time, failure was not an option. Dell, if you still walked with me, give me the strength you used to fight against Raisha. Give me even a fraction of the stubbornness you held. At the first exit, the fresher air of the hallway cleared my head. A jump in the elevator and down two floors threw me out on the 4th floor. The bridge doors loomed up within seconds.
"Raisha!" I thundered. The crew in the room leapt, dropping everything to listen. Their eyes burned me, wide dishes with a flicker of fear, even hope. Lanster spun in his chair in the cockpit. Raisha looked over her shoulder, eyes narrowing. She did not stand.
"Is there a problem?" she asked.
"Yeah, there is," I growled, stopping before her. "Raisha, we need to find a dry dock,"
"No," she rumbled.
"I am not asking," I said, tone darkening. "I am ordering you to a dry dock," Raisha blinked, pupils shrinking.
"Then I suggest you remember where you stand, Autillin," she said. My snort deepened her furrows.
"I know where I stand," I growled. "I am the XO, it is my damn job to look out for the ship and the crew! Since you are failing to do either, I am stepping in," Raisha raised her chin.
"I am the Captain, Autillin. I decide what happens here. Endellion made me XO-" Raisha said.
"But that doesn't mean she wanted you to raise any higher, especially after Tuchanka," I snarled. Raisha's expression dropped. "Raisha, the ship will fall from the sky the next time we try to land somewhere unless we do immediate repairs. We are heading to a dry dock!" Raisha's eyes narrowed.
"We do not have time for that, Autillin. If the worse comes to pass, we can abandon the ship and get a new one. We stay on our present course," she said, eyes scanning the upper cameras. My mandibles snapped hard, hands leaning on the arms of the captain's chair with purpose. Raisha's mood did not improve. With our faces this close, her hot breath only boiled my blood.
"Raisha, with our current state, I don't think the escape pods will even work now! I am not asking, Raisha. I am ordering," I whispered, a hot venom drifting free. Raisha's lip quivered, the barest of snarls.
"You dare defy me, Autillin?" she asked.
"I do," I growled. "Both the crew and ship are on the brink of collapse. Maybe if you worked yourself instead of sitting on that chair like a throne you would know what it feels like," Raisha blinked, glancing to the side. Her eyes narrowed.
"Shual, Utren. Our XO has is misbehaving. Escort him to the prison cells to cool off," she said.
"You cannot be serious?!" I snapped. "I am the XO, it's my damn job to tell you when you are acting like a bastard!" Raisha snorted.
"And I do not appreciate that, Autillin, your job here is to keep everything running no matter the cost. Now I suggest you cool off before I space you," she said. My mandibles waved, fists quivering by my side. Raisha nodded her head in my direction. The two krogan grabbed my shoulders. With a hard shove, they dislodged me, sending me stumbling around the captain's chair. The krogan stared dead ahead as they all but dragged me to the elevator.
"You guys can't be serious, she's lost her mind!" I snapped as they hit the button for the bottom deck.
"She's still the captain," Utren grunted. "Regardless of how we feel,"
"But-" I said.
"Just shut the fuck up before she spaces you," Shual rumbled. "We still need someone with some sanity here and the sooner you cool down and get her to let you out of that damn cell, the better," They dragged me behind the elevator, deep into the storage units.
"Shual, you've lived through a hellish time. You have got to realise this won't end well for anyone," I said.
"Which is why I'm telling you to shut your mouth, the crew will fall apart without you. Just yes captain her until we figure out how to calm her down,"
The cells opened before me, a small room with a line of mass-effect reinforced glass doors with solid walls between the cells. 8 cells filled this space. We've never used them since the Council installed them, we didn't take pirates or anyone else on-board who needed them. Shual opened the first small cavity we came to, near the middle. The pair shoved me in, sealing it behind him. Pain radiated from my cheeks, mandibles pinned hard to my cheeks. My fists slammed on the doors, teeth gritted.
"Dammit, Shual, help me here! She can't stay command, not like this!" I snapped.
"I know," Shual said. "But who the hell would take over from her? Dell didn't leave a plan,"
"Yes, she did!" I pleaded. Shual frowned. "On her computers, she has a huge file of contingency plans. Raisha isn't captain in any of them! Dell knew, she spirits damn knew!" The krogan glanced between each other.
"And who did she make captain?" Utren asked.
"Mat'al," I said. My weight shuffled. "She had other plans too. Dammit, you can check yourself," I snapped. Saying my name would only make them disregard me. They had to stay on my side. Frustration shoved me off the glass. "All I am saying is Raisha needs get away from the Captain position and quick, before someone dies or the ship quits! We need to get a dry dock!"
"We know," the krogan growled.
"Just… Just sit in here and behave until we figure something out," Shual sighed before trudging the door.
"Shual, dammit, you can't let Raisha continue like this! You knowthat! How is locking me up going to anything but make it worse! Oi! OI!" I screamed as the door slammed shut.
Hot breaths snorted free. A flurry of rage threw my fist at the glass, but it bounced off with no damage to the glass. Agitation ran through me like rivers of molten metal. Raisha had lost her mind, her thirst for revenge blinding her to those around her. No wonder Dell didn't want her in charge. But who could replace her, who from who remained could cope with the pressures of Captain while not falling to the same snare she has? My head shook, knees buckling over the bunk. My fingers twitched as the confines of the 5 by 5m cell sunk in. What the hell could we do to fix this? An SOS to Julian for help may help, but we didn't have Dell's body. If he demanded to see her, we risked losing him to his Reaper. No, Julian couldn't help us here. Maybe the Council? No, dammit, for the same reason. They'd want an update on Dell, to see her to make sure she wasn't just skipping work. My hand pressed into my jaw, other hand tapping on my thigh. Dell wanted me to lead, but there had to be someone else… there must be!
But who inside the ship could do it? Indira didn't have the experience, neither did Shayan. Even Phentos didn't match well; the man had an impressive service history but nothing about leading huge, diverse teams like this. Anthon would be the best shout, but his leadership history isn't the best. His failure and capture at Virmire all those years ago was just one of them. In the lab, his leadership skills were unquestioned because it was science, in terms of outright combat the man's flaws surfaced. No one would follow the Spectres though, even if Drutus had all the Admiral experience in the galaxy. Many of original crew remembered the Spectre chases after our run in with Xanthe. They wouldn't settle for a Spectre for fear of them taking over. That left Saria and Algenis. Algenis had no leadership skills himself, Saria was a commander but a jump from commander to Captain seemed too much. Fears of how quick Saboteurs could rise within the ranks still haunted us. That knocked out most of the crew as well for the same reason. Spirits, what to do…
An hour melded into a day, then day turned into more. My mandibles itched as the crew shambled to visit with sparse rations. Phentos limped in on the 5th day, a new injury to add to his list. His hardened expression told me more than enough. They had another ground mission soon while Raisha kept me locked in prison. They may not make it out alive if Phentos didn't take caution. My agitation worsened, waiting for when Raisha would let me out to control the collateral damage. But the days drifted on with no end in sight. From what information people could give me in the few seconds they had with me, Raisha hadn't filled my spot despite repeated pleas for a new XO. And she worsened by the hour. Whispers of mutiny echoed down the halls. Whispers Raisha had heard. She came down hard on the crew for even thinking of spreading such ideas, such rumours. It only made them worse, the discontent rising. My hands rubbed my face, fighting for ideas to fix this. If the crew mutinied, then the Saboteurs won. Would they even still want to serve on the ship, to keep fighting, or would they leave and wait out the war with their families? Spirits, what to do… Dell, heart, what would you do, how would you fix this? Why didn't I watch you more when you led and commanded?
On the 7th day, the ship thundered. My heart rocketed awake, staring around the cell in a daze. The shake trembled until power fluctuated, the cell door losing its mass effect field. My hand reached out, confused. My talons touched the glass. Why… a power cut? But why was everything else still functioning? Why just the cell door? A flick of red passed by my peripheral vision, a glint of purple. My heart stopped, whisking to face it as the glass shattered before me. Nothing, nothing at all. My heart faltered, aching and pining. What… what was- Screams droned down the ventilation systems. Instinct grappled me, hauling me from my heartache. With a thundering heart and my head still dazed from sleep and surprise, my focus turned to sprinting after the screams. They evolved as they got closer, echoing down the engineering tunnels. Yells, screams, fighting. Angry roars and crashes. Had they mutinied already? No, no dammit! Everything seemed to happen on the 4th floor. No gunfire, so no one had reached the guns yet at least. Out of Deck 4, people raced past me carrying whatever makeshift weapon they could; a stool, pipes, biotics. They never even saw me as they charged towards the airlock. Spirits, dammit! Everyone charged around me while my head poked above the crowd. My heart stopped upon seeing the scene. These weren't makeshift weapons. They were trying to open the airlock. Why?
"What the fuck is going on?!" I thundered over the noise. Seth spun to face me.
"She's lost her fucking mind! She's trying to space Shayan!" he cried.
"What, why!?" I demanded.
"Because something caused a generator to explode and Shayan said they can't fix it here and tried to make her go to dry dock! Raisha lost her shit!" he shouted. Shayan… tried to make Raisha go to dry dock? Oh spirits.
"Where is Raisha?" I snapped.
"Cockpit! She's fighting Lanster to force the airlock open!" he cried, but my legs already sprinting past him. The corridor past the airlock was impassible with people screaming and yelling over each other, fighting with the doors. Ducking inside the bridge, the full horror of the cockpit filled the room. Lanster's barks cut short as Raisha fought him, Mari and Alder to reach the controls. My hands clenched into fists. The trio pressed back into the control panels, Alder reaching to shut everything down. My biotics flared until the implants warmed. Then a little more. They reached out, grabbing Raisha by the neck. She wheeled around just as they pulled, yanking her from the cockpit.
"Seal it! Seal the cockpit Get us to a dock, ASAP!" I screamed. Lanster launched for the door, blood tumbling from his left temple. The door sealed with a bang, locking the door before the krogan could stumble to her feet. Her narrow slit pupils turned, a snarl on her lips. The Starquake trembled, the engines preparing for FTL.
"Don't you dare, you turian-!" she snarled back towards the cockpit.
"Have you lost your fucking mind!?" I thundered.
"I am ridding us of useless baggage, like I should have with you!" she snapped, raising herself to her feet.
"You are in-fucking-sane! What the hell would Dell say about this?" I demanded.
"She's dead! She does not fucking care!" Raisha snarled. My blood ran cold, an anger chilling me. Bodies piled into the room now the danger to the cockpit had passed, for now at least. Raisha snapped back as people stood between her and the doors, others still fighting to open the airlock. Snarls grew on the crew's faces, on the verge of snapping. The makeshift tools raised in their hands, ready to become weapons. Only when Lanster popped the lock were people able to drag a sobbing Shayan out and scurried him down the hall, away from the krogan. He vanished down the hall, out of sight.
"You are sounding more and more like a Saboteur every day, Raisha," I said. "Are you sure you aren't one of them, or fallen to their indoctrination?"
"How dare you," Raisha hushed, rage building. My eyes narrowed. "I am the only one who seems to care any more! How did you get out anyway? Who let you out?!"
"And how dare you treat the crew like this, treat the ship! You are not fit for command!" I shouted.
"I am the only who can be in command!" Raisha snapped. "No one else cares-!"
"Bullshit! I just lost the love of my life to Saboteurs! My family cut ties from me because if my job hunting these bastards down! Rage, vengeance and grief are blinding you! Your daughter is a monster and you can't deal with it!" I snapped.
Raisha rushed towards me In a biotic charge. Only my reflexes saved me from becoming a pummelled splat on the ground. Raisha spun towards me, fists out. She received a face-full of Overload, sending her onto her knees. Seconds later, she rammed me. Ribs creaked as my back slammed into the computer consoles, a large dent in the metal panels. Pain flooded me, but desperation raised a fist, swirling biotic blue. It landed on her head, her crest cracking from the impact. Her snarl passed my vision for a heartbeat before she flung me across the floor. Finding my feet, the tech armour shimmered over my skin. She charged again. The distance gave me time to dodge and roll to safety. She swung around to grab me, receiving a punch to the temple. Raisha staggered, but remained upright. She made another grab for me. The tech armour erupted, sending her sprawling back in surprise.
A steel pipe soared through the air from Cathleen. My hands grasped it, raising it above my head as the krogan struggled to find her feet. A heartbeat passed. Would Dell want this? Want to see her crew fighting like this? The crowd drew closer, the weapons primed. No, they couldn't get involved. The Council could… if anyone was taking the fall, it was me. My eyes narrowed. No, Dell didn't want this. But she also wanted her crew – her family – safe and well. My grip tightened. The pipe flew downwards, striking Raisha on her unprotected left temple. Raisha's eyes rolled in her head, body sprawling on the floor, but she didn't fall. Krogan we too damn tough. She scrambled on the floor, eyes rolling. The crowd wanted closer, but my raised hand gave them pause. Another strike, another. Five strikes it took to render the krogan unconscious, flopped on the floor. Heavy breaths heaved from my chest, staring down at the limp krogan. Around me, people waited, silent, afraid. The pipe flew from my hands. A second later, the captain stripes enclosed around my fingers, yanked off in a sharp jerk. My hand wiped the corner of my mouth, blue blood smeared across the surface. My eyes lifted to the male krogan.
"Drag her ass to the prison cells. We'll decide what to do with her later," I said. Shaul and Utren glanced to each other, a heartbeat of hesitation. They stepped forward. Savanor followed. My eyes shifted to the cockpit as they heaved her off the floor. "Lanster, are we on course for a dock?"
"We're on a course to the Citadel," he said, voice tight.
"Good, are you alright?" I asked. He didn't respond. My mandibles waved, heart fluttering. My eyes scanned the crew, noting the clenched fists and worried lip bites. What to do now… how best to calm the situation? With Raisha out of the way… would they still… listento me? "All non-essential crew… go rest or help the engineers if you feel you can. I'll handle the requisition orders, with luck it'll be ready for when we land. I think we all need to R&R. Get comfortable, we don't leave the Citadel until we are ready to go again," I said. "Maybe by then we'll know what to do with her," My head shook.
"But… who will captain us?" Anthon asked. A frown scrunched my plates. "Someone needs to give the orders, and to write the reports. The Council have… been calling every few hours for days now," My mandibles waved. So Raisha ignored even the Council and their demands… spirits if they cut funds from us, we'd never survive.
"I'll deal with the Council. We'll worry about a captain later. Everyone needs medical attention, hot food and sleep. If you have any engineering experience, help the engineering crew as best you can. We just need to get the ship to dock. We can relax after that," I said.
"Aye, aye," the crew mumbled, shuffling. Weapons relaxed in their grip if only a little. The engineers plunged back into the tunnels, looking for fix what problems they could until we docked. Indira shuffled up beside me, hugging herself.
"Is it over?" she asked. My mandibles waved. "Dammit, why did Dell have to die?" her head hung. My mandibles clicked against my cheeks, rubbing her back in a weak gesture of comfort.
"I don't know," I sighed. "I don't know," Indira lifted her head, eyes wide. "We'll be in the Citadel in a few hours with any luck," a trill filled the air, emanating from the Captain's chair. My shoulders rolled back. "Now if you excuse me, I have a Council to deal with," Indira nodded, eyes drifting to the cockpit.
"I'll… go check everyone up front, make sure they're ok," she said. She vanished without another word, my tongue flailing as she darted away. My head shook, returning to the trill humming in the air. A hand reached out for the answer button, standing before the chair. After a moment, my head turned to face the screen that appeared. The chair behind remained empty.
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A/N: Well, life likes to keep shitting on me. The laptop I ordered went out of stock... just after I put the order in. So now I need to wait a week or two for it to be delivered. This means I'm using the online version of my editor which is a pain in the arse. So yeah, I need to keep writing since I can't do any art, which annoys me more than it should.