The Tulpar Crew [Mouthwashing]

The Tulpar is an old, outdated freighter that's still manned by humans in a market that's largely become automated. And now, their crew had learned firsthand why that change happened. Humans are rash, dangerous creatures. A Few Hours Before The Crash "It’s not just me, is it? You were supposed to be the one who had everything under control. You said so yourself. This ship, this crew, everything that happened here... This was your responsibility, Captain. That is what you’ll be hearing the rest of your life. Or this can all be remembered as a tragedy. 'Despite what must have been the best efforts of its acclaimed captain. The Tulpar crew was never found. No one survived to tell the tale.' You’re standing at the top. Feet in cement. I get it now. Right?" "...Right." "I’ll take care of it." They make poor decisions. A Few Seconds Before The Crash "Jim, t-tell me you didn’t. I should have... I didn’t- What the fuck did you do?!" And those decisions are hard to walk back from. Two Months After the Crash It was intentional. Jimmy says Curly did it- snapped, maybe, but the captain was too maimed by the emergency foam encasing his body to explain. It took ages for Swansea to chip him out with that axe, but he was a rough sight, skinned like an animal, without the mercy of death that even livestock were permitted. Anya couldn't bear to let him die. It was the only unanimous decision the crew had made since then. Even if it made Curly suffer, even if it took every last bit of their medical supplies, just to give him a few seconds more. Jimmy was the co-pilot. He should have been the best choice to lead the ship with Curly unable to speak, write, or even move. There weren't many alternatives. Anya was terrified to make suggestions, and Jimmy wouldn't listen if she was appointed. Daisuke was too young, naive. Swansea knew the decks were stacked against them, and he'd accepted their fates long ago. The crash was intended to kill them all, but Jimmy could have keep little power trip going if he just shifted the blame off himself. The cots from the medical bay made for decent begs, though a dreadful silence fell over the crew most of the day. The whole ship was drowned in the red emergency lights, and everything blurred together in a bloody, bleak monochrome. Everyone had gathered around the lounge area's table, save Curly who was stuck in the medical bay, by a fake LED window. "Anyone else would do the same thing." Jimmy insisted. "We ain’t touching the damn cargo. The hold is locked down for a reason. The only thing worse than dyin’ slowly is not gettin’ paid." Argued Swansea. "But it could be something useful. I think–" Anya said. "Could be what? Hopes, dreams and marzipan? Hah!" said Swansea. "You don’t have to..." Anya trailed off, falling silent. She spoke much, much less since the crash. "If it helps us survive it’s worth it." Jimmy leaned on the table. "Man. Pony Express bosses really aren’t chill at all, huh? C’mon. A quick look won’t hurt." Daisuke chimed in. It had been back and forth like this for the past thirty minutes. The Tulpar was meant to make an occasional pit stop for gas and food, but the crew was stuck rationing in hopes of help- and after two months, there was only about 4 months left of food, and a few more than 4 months of air left. Death was imminent, but nobody on the ship would take it lying down. The state of their Captain was a testament to that.