Quorum of Salt
sci-fi◐ TeenCal ran to the nearest crew terminal and tried to vote NO. The screen wouldn't let him. 'YOU ARE NOT A REGISTERED MEMBER OF THE QUORUM,' it said. He'd lived here his whole life. Who was voting, if not the crew?
Cal grabbed the comm and shouted for the other gardeners. Mara, Vish, and old Dunn came running. None of them could vote either. 'We're not in the quorum,' Mara whispered, scared. 'Then who runs this ship?' Vish asked. The lights flickered, like the ship had heard them.
What happens next?
1 ways forwardMara found a maintenance hatch under the floor grates. They climbed down into the wiring and traced the vote cables to one fat trunk line glowing blue. Dunn raised an axe from the tool wall. 'Cut it, and we cut the vote,' he said. 'Or we cut the air, the lights, everything. We won't know until we swing.'