Blaze never had the chance to talk to the strange hooded man – the apparent cyborg – when they were opening Bethesda’s gateways. Based on what Kirk has said of him, she’s probably lucky. Unfamiliar cultural frameworks and religious zealotry are a dangerous combination, and one she’s not really equipped to handle. Atheism is by no means the default in her society, but pluralistic harmony certainly is. Plus. The Traveler only knows where she fits in with a ‘tech-priest’s’ worldview.

But there’s the downside of being one of Clovis Bray’s pet foot soldiers. Sooner or later, the tough jobs always fall to you. She really hopes it’s not going to be one of those. She just knows she has a manual for a ship she hasn’t yet seen and one that’s probably not going to be any more familiar to her than the faith of her new ‘co-workers’. And if anyone can help them locate, secure and make ready such a ship… a tech-priest might be the way to go.

It's a good enough bet to bring the BrayCorp soldier down into a section of the station bowels she and Kirk haven’t yet swept. Bethesda told her where to look, and with her observations from before in mind… Blaze figures she can always follow the smell of incense. In the meantime, she’s not trying to hide her footsteps on the metal plates, nor the shine of her helmet-torch as it sweeps over the disrepair of the station corridors with each turn of her head.

“Explorator! Are you down here? I want to talk!”