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Helix 25 – Onto The Second Murder Investigation

Very strangely, it was a lot less chaotic in the Lower Decks, while the Upper Decks were having a rave of a time with the moon and mood swings.
Evie stood over the diagnostics table, arms crossed, watching as Luca Stroud ran his scanner over Mandrake’s cybernetic collar. The black cat lay still, one eye flickering intermittently as though stuck between waking and shutdown. The deep gash along his side had been patched—Romualdo had insisted on carrying Mandrake to the lab himself, mumbling about how the garden’s automated sprinklers were acting up, and how Luca was the only one he trusted to fix delicate mechanisms.

It had been a casual remark, but Evie had caught the subtext. Mandrake was no ordinary ship cat. He had always been tied to something larger.

“Neurolink’s still scrambled,” Luca muttered, adjusting his scanner. “Damage isn’t terminal, but whatever happened, someone tried to wipe part of his memory.”

Riven, arms crossed beside Evie, scoffed. “Why the hell would someone try to assassinate a cat?”

Luca didn’t answer, but the data flickering on his screen spoke for itself. The attack had been precise. Not just a careless act of cruelty, nor an accident in the low-gravity sector.

Mandrake had been targeted.

Evie exhaled sharply. “Can you fix him?”

Luca shrugged. “Depends. The physical repairs are easy enough—fractured neural pathways, fried circuits—but whatever was erased? That’s another story.” He tilted his head. “Thing is… someone didn’t just try to kill Mandrake. They tried to make him forget.”

Riven’s frown deepened. “Forget what?”

Silence settled between them.

Evie reached out, brushing a gloved hand over Mandrake’s sleek black fur. “We need to figure out what he knew.”

It had been Trevor Pee—TP himself—who first mentioned it, entirely offhand, as they reviewed logs of the last places Mandrake had been seen.

“He wasn’t always on his own, you know,” TP had said, twirling his holographic cane.

Evie and Riven both turned to him.

“What do you mean on his own, I though he was Seren’s?”

“Oh, no. He just had a liking for her, but he’d belonged to someone else long before.” TP’s mustache twitched. “I accessed some archival records during Mandrake’s diagnostic.”

Evie blinked. “Mmm, are you going to make me ask? What did you find?”

“Indeed,” TP offered cheerfully. “Before Mandrake wandered freely through the gardens and ventilation shafts, becoming a ship legend, he belonged—as much as a cat can belong—to someone.”

Riven’s expression darkened. “Who?! Will you just tell?!”

TP flicked his wrist, bringing up an old personnel file, heavily redacted. But one name flickered beneath the blurred-out sections.

Dr. Elias Arorangi.

Evie felt her heartbeat quicken. The name echoed faintly familiar, not directly connected to her, but she’d seen it once or twice before, buried in obscure references. “Dr. Arorangi—wait, he was part of the original Helix design team, wasn’t he?”

TP nodded gravely. “Precisely. A lead systems architect, responsible for designing key protocols for the AI integration—among them, some critical frameworks that evolved into Synthia’s consciousness. Disappeared without a trace shortly after Synthia’s initial activation.”

Riven straightened. “Disappeared? Do you think—”

TP raised a finger to silence him. “I don’t speculate, but here’s the interesting part: Dr. Arorangi had extensive, classified knowledge of Helix 25’s core systems. If Mandrake was his companion at that crucial time, it’s conceivable that Arorangi trusted something to him—a memory, a code fragment, perhaps even a safeguard.”

Evie’s mouth went dry.

An architect of Helix 25, missing under suspicious circumstances, leaving behind a cat whose cybernetics were more sophisticated than any pet implant she’d ever seen?

Evie looked down at Mandrake, whose damaged neural links were still flickering faintly. Someone had wanted Mandrake silenced and forgotten.

Later, in the dim light of his workshop, Luca Stroud worked in silence, carefully re-aligning the cat’s neural implants. Romualdo sat nearby, arms crossed, watching with the nervous tension of a man who had just smuggled a ferret into a rat convention.

“He’s tough,” Luca muttered, tightening a connection. “More durable than most of the junk I have to fix.”

Romualdo huffed. “He better be.”

A flicker of light pulsed through Mandrake’s collar. His single good eye opened, pupils dilating as his systems realigned.

Then, groggily, he muttered, “I hate this ship.”

Romualdo let out a relieved chuckle. “Yeah, yeah. Welcome back, Mandrake.”

Luca wiped his hands. “He’s still scrambled, but he’s functional. Just… don’t expect him to remember everything.”

Mandrake groaned, stretching his mechanical paw. “I remember… needing a drink.”

Romualdo smirked. “That’s a good sign, yeah?”

Luca hesitated before looking at Evie. “Whatever was wiped—it’s gone. But if he starts remembering things in fragments… we need to pay attention.”

Evie nodded. “Oh, we definitely will.”

Mandrake rolled onto his feet, shaking out his fur, a small but defiant flick of his cybernetic tail.

“I have the strangest feeling,” he muttered, “that someone is still looking for me.”

Evie exhaled.

For now, with his memory gone, he would probably be safe, but a killer was in their midst and they needed to find out the truth, and fast.