Being injured was a drag, as always. It limited her mobility and fighting ability and that meant she had jack all to do while she recovered. It would be stupid to risk further injury by going out to gather energy and possibly run into an Order soldier. Once, she'd have chain smoked and watched reruns, a cat in her lap and another purring by her ear on the back of the couch. Now?
Now there was a couch, but no TV, and no small furry bodies to stroke and cuddle. There was only dark stone walls and comfortable furniture she would never have purchased back when she was simply a bounty hunter living on the money from her runs. It made her room in the citadel boring and unappealing, which in turn made Cinnabar restless enough to get up and wander the great complex that made up Negaspace.
Eventually she'd ended up at the computer banks, deciding if she was going to be laying around doing nothing, she might as well fill the time with something productive instead.
Her dog-eared notebook, retrieved from her room, clattered as she dropped it on the table and slumped into the seat. She'd scanned the database before, but its sheer breadth was too much for any one sitting.... especially with the notes she'd been taking. They took time, but they were essential to her process.
Flicking through the database, Cinnabar decided not to pick up where she'd left of and randomly browse instead, skimming over entries for things that caught her eye. Names, ranks, quotas, performance... some were better at energy gathering than others, a handful had a hard time meeting quotas consistently. It was hard to say why these people had trouble, but she figured it was laziness, for the most part. Avoiding the required work. Some though... some of these entries stood out from others for their complete lack of quota.
Cin frowned at the one she was reading, sitting up in her chair lean closer. This was one of those who's activity had suddenly fallen off abruptly. It just... ended, with no reports and sightings of the officer after. Had this one simply fallen off the face of the planet? She had to wonder. Focusing in, she skimmed through more entries, finding more names with similar cut offs.
Hunched over the keyboard, Cinnabar set her elbow on the table and her chin in that, the length of her scaled tail trailing over the side of her chair to sweep the floor. Were these all... purified officers? Is that why they just disappeared? Curious... Flipping open her notebook, the Captain made a list of officers and their relevant information. This would be something to do, while she was recovering. Hunting down these officers through their contacts and superior officers... finding their families and civilian relationships... It would be an interesting exercise. She'd spent years hunting people who didn't want to be found. It would be good to brush off those skills and put them to work again. If it was nothing more than avoiding their work, maybe she'd just report it and reap the rewards. If it was actual purification? She'd be interested to see what the General-Queen thought of it and if she might have a run on her hands.
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