After the minor confrontation, Charles headed off to the crew quarters; the captain had said two people to a room, but he intended to find a room all to himself. He had dealt with all manners of beasts on his travels; perhaps we would be able to confront those secretive "space spiders" and clear away a room down in cargo. For now, though, this so-far empty room would have to do.
He was not a happy man, however; trust was something he required from the crew, and it was the last thing on their minds. They were looking for anything, but a single excuse, to outright lynch him.
His next actions, he mused, would most probably be enough of an excuse to anyone.
He threw his mask onto a nearby bunk and sat down on the hard floor, pulling out his PDA. Tap once. Twice. Once more. Lines of code, some gibberish data to be read by a computer, some for human eyes, infested the screen. He scrolled through it; had to make sure nothing had interfered with the file.
Yes. It was still pure and uncorrupted. Time for a call. Activating the PDA's direct-code input function, he typed in the command he had been given all those weeks ago.
/rsystem runexe ("untrace") sysid obelisk syslock phoenix
And so, an unassuming text box popped up. Unassuming, of course, except for the instructions it was giving him.
Sucking in a breath, Charles scanned over the list before him; this would not be an easy task. The captain was no fool, and questions would be asked once the requested device was brought aboard the Qi from the coordinates he had given her.
But no matter; that bridge would be crossed, and if necessary, burnt, in the future.
Charles closed the PDA and replaced it inside his overcoat; he smelled food.