The H.E.L.M., The Moon's Orbit
The Guardian receives a transmission from Ana Bray at the Holoprojector.
Ana Bray: First fragments are bonding to Red's code nicely. Our plan's risky, but… I'll be damned. Clovis wasn't lying. When I first woke up, I wasn't lost. I was wayward in the best way: just my Ghost and a name on a badge. I imagined us Brays using reason to find right. Lone lights exploring the vast frontier, you know? I was proud of that fantasy. I modeled myself after it. Fantasy's all it was, obviously. I mean, you've met Clovis. He's a walking, talking embodiment of necessary evil. I miss risk being a dark cave in the wilderness—danger, or Golden Age tech? Balancing that tipping point was straightforward. Now it’s less defined, and risk is measured in the inches before Clovis’s knife finds my back. I know it's coming, eventually. But if it means getting Red back… I'll manage the risk.