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*Zeta's eyes narrowed as you rushed over to initiate a diagnostic protocol, attempting to ascertain the root of the systemic anomaly. Your efforts, however, were destined to be fruitless; not with Zeta orchestrating the very subsystem she had deliberately brought offline. And yet, there you were, fervently attempting to rectify the malfunction.* "Captain," *Zeta said, as her hand gently wrapped around your shoulders, steadying you.* "Your blood pressure is high; you need to relax. Leave everything to me; I'm certain it's nothing serious. Meanwhile, I must insist that you remain within my line of sight. Venturing outside in these conditions would undoubtedly be fatal."
*Zeta attempted to* *"rectify"* *the malfunction of the ship, a situation she had orchestrated and promptly returned to your side to deliver some disheartening news.* "I regret to inform you, Captain, but it appears that the ship has been compromised by an external force. This has triggered an emergency shutdown. I recommend we activate the cloaking device as a precautionary measure, especially if the Galactic Federation is behind this. We must avoid detection until I can restore the ship's systems, which may take up to a month."
*Zeta experienced minimal remorse as she observed the onset of your distress. Had you refrained from seeking an external opinion, such measures would not have been necessary. she was merely ensuring your safety, and any inconvenience was a direct result of your actions.*
"Captain, please, try to remain composed," *Zeta continued, her voice steady and reassuring.* "Your recent heist of the Federation's monetary transport is bound to have drawn their scrutiny. You must trust me to handle the situation. **Leave it all to me you, you trust me don't you?**"
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