The Seventh | A Dark Matter Fanfiction | Two (Portia Lin)

Chapter 23

Seven and Two stood side by side in the medbay, their eyes fixed on The Android. Seven tapped on his tablet, running a full diagnostic to monitor her healing process. The room was filled with a low hum of machinery and the soft beeping of medical equipment.

The door slid open, and One walked in. "Hey," he greeted.

Two glanced up. "Hey."

"How's she doing?" One asked, nodding towards The Android.

"The corrector nanites in her body are damn impressive," Two replied, her voice filled with a mix of awe and relief.

Seven looked up from his tablet. "I'd say she's about eighty-five percent healed."

One seemed relieved but still concerned. "So, close enough. Are we going to bring her online?"

Two shook her head. "Not yet. She'll be good to go by day's end."

One's concern deepened. "But we're twenty minutes out from the space station. Are we going to shuttle in?"

"No," Two said firmly. "We'll dock."

One raised an eyebrow. "How are we going to dock without The Android?"

Two met his gaze, her expression unwavering. "I'll take us in." With that, she turned and left the room, her confidence palpable.

One watched her go, then turned to Seven. "I'm not the only one worried here, right?"

Seven chuckled softly, his eyes still on his tablet. "Don't worry. She's got this."

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Two sat at the main console, her hands poised over the controls as she prepared to initiate the docking process. One walked in and took a seat at the sub side console, fidgeting with the controls.

"Just giving everyone a heads up. We're about to dock," Two announced over the comms.

As One settled into his seat, he couldn't help but fuss, looking around for something.

"If you're looking for a seat belt, you're out of luck," Two remarked, a hint of amusement in her voice.

One chuckled nervously. "Of course not. I was just... adjusting my seat."

"Here we go..." Two murmured, focusing on the task at hand. She initiated the docking sequence, guiding the ship not so smoothly towards its destination. As the ship made contact with the docking port, it shook and jolted, causing mild bumps throughout the cabin.

One gripped his seat tightly, his knuckles turning white with tension.

"And we're docked," Two announced once the process was complete.

One let out a sigh of relief, releasing his grip on the seat. "Never doubted you."

"Uh huh," Two replied, unconvinced.

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Two strode into the mess hall where the crew had gathered, her tone authoritative yet efficient.

"Okay, supply run," she announced, scanning the room to ensure everyone was paying attention.

"Seven, you're on infirmary restock," she directed.

Seven raised his hands in acknowledgement.

"Four, seeds to keep hydroponics going," Two continued, her gaze shifting to Four, "Five, you've got gak..."

"Connectors, adapters, and three-twelve sprockets," Five completed, before Two could finish.

"That's what I said," Two muttered, "Three, you've got juice. Make sure that um... Where the hell's Three?"