Glancing back toward the RIG unit, Marie made up her mind.
Holstering her pistol, Marie stepped up to the unit and tapped out a series of commands.
The good news was that the thing was mostly functional and had a stock of security RIGs available.
The bad news... The bad news...
Marie frowned in concentration, trying to make sense of what she was seeing on the RIG unit display.
A small but persistent alert kept flashing in one corner of the screen. She tapped it - but it revealed only a long string of letters and numbers.
An error code. Great.
Marie doubted that the twisted beasts infesting the ship would be so polite as to hold off their attacks while she fetched a maintenance manual. She strained her eyes, reading to the softly glowing characters slowly, looking for clues.
That bit there - that looked like the index notation for a RIG suit.... but the rest was all but impossible to parse out. "REB_VAL_OB"? "BFCON?"
Still, whatever the problem was, it didn't look like it would prevent the RIG unit from giving her what she needed.
Marie let out frustrated huff, then...
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