I bet you're wondering how we pulled this off with the odds stacked against us so high. Simple:

We'd been watching the crew for a while on Earth, in different forms. On the night of the mission, we were each tasked with doing something to be positive that they would not get to the space station before we did. I slipped into Black's house in the dead of night, shifting forms to ensure I was silent. I gave her, her husband, and the kids each a suitable dose to keep them unconscious for the next day or so. I don't know why it took ground control so long to call up. I'm assuming the four of them had to recover from the powerful drug and weren't thinking of much in their bleary mental state, and then when Black finally snapped out of it, they had a lot of confusion to work out.

On the ship, Green killed White. A simple kill—slip into the room, attack from behind, vent out and change uniforms. Nothing special about that one.

Green and I both sabotaged communications. The moment we got that call, I panicked and tried to shut it down. Green had already set up the hardware malfunction, and I executed it.

I used the vent in Brown's room to attack her. I hid there listening to her and Purple talk for a while. When Purple was in the bathroom, ad Brown turned off the light, I leaped out and slit her neck. I purposely didn't cut deep enough to kill her. I just knew that having Purple at the scene could be useful later.

I was also the one who killed Lime. I met her in the hall, and she told me that she'd just had an argument with Cyan. She said she was on her way to a task in the reactor and then would go to her cabin to cool off. Perfect opportunity, right? I'd kept the syringe in my pocket for a while, waiting for the right time. I touched her back once in a seemingly friendly gesture. She scratched at it once a few seconds later, but I think the needle was too small to feel the injection. Of course, the meeting was never supposed to happen. The vent must have been Green. I admit, I didn't plan ahead for this one. But it worked out perfectly. I hid the syringe up my sleeve and exposed it after I took my hand out of Pink's pocket. This one was mostly luck and improv. I'm impressed with myself for pulling it off.

Green killed Purple next. Unless it was an actual problem with the ship, he must have also shut off the lights. He met her in the hallway and shot her, but wasn't expecting the lights to come back on. He immediately jumped into the vent, cleaned off the blood, and emerged in Electrical. We move so quickly that no one suspected anything. He left me to confront Red. That was a stupid move, killing so impulsively. I was glaring at him all throughout the meeting, silently begging him to shut up about his separate accusations. I used Black's known fear of blood to slip away and toy with the Medbay scan. I knew someone would connect the dots eventually.

Later on, I had to play the responsible one. Green didn't get the memo that he couldn't afford to be aggressive anymore. Of course, I poured all the fuel out through the trash chute. A low-key sabotage. I don't know what the hell Green was thinking later on, opening the vent. He never discussed that with me. I couldn't defend that kind of stupidity. I had to just go with it and out him. I just hoped we'd be strong enough to take on all three of them.

It all worked out just fine in the end.