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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Into the Fire== | |||
===by Scott Lusby=== | |||
SD: 2261.129 | |||
Setting: Shuttlecraft/Deathtrap STORM | |||
<<snip- from my last post>> | |||
The Andorian focused himself on his console- the part of it that hadn't | |||
eaten itself a moment ago. "I'm on it," he said, and his blue fingers flew | |||
around the console, sealing ruptures in the EPS relays and rerouting power | |||
through secondary, even tertiary backups. Once done, he started a fresh | |||
reboot of the shuttle's onboard computers. | |||
As the system came back on-line, emergency lighting on the shuttle returned, | |||
and environmental systems began clearing the cabin of smoke. | |||
"Emergency power restored, Captain," Gar said. We must have hit the doors | |||
on the way out; we won't get main power back without a repair team," he | |||
said. He paused for a moment, then dropped his bombshell. "Navigation is | |||
destroyed, Captain; I can't restore her. Not here." | |||
They all understood what that meant. "How long until self destruct?" Steel | |||
queried. | |||
Merrick looked at him. "Thirty seconds, Captain," he said softly. | |||
Steele nodded his head slowly, and then glanced at Corbett. "Got any of | |||
that tequila on you?" | |||
<<end snip>> | |||
Suddenly, Gar felt a tingly sensation come over him, one with which he was | |||
imminently familiar. However, instead of the normal brief moment of | |||
discontinuity followed by re-integration, nothing happened. | |||
"Someone's trying to beam us off the shuttle," Gar said. | |||
"So what's the problem?" Merrick asked. | |||
"I don't know," Gar said, as he felt the tell-tale tingle again. This time, | |||
however, he noticed that everyone seemed to shimmer for a moment. | |||
"That was a wide-beam attempt," he said. He looked down at his console, and | |||
his blue hue paled about his face. "Captain, the HOOD's about to blow! | |||
At that moment, the shuttle lurched again; for a brief moment, the force of | |||
the lurch overwhelmed the weakened inertial compensators, working now on | |||
only emergency power, and every person on board were slung sideways over | |||
their seats, with only their belts saving them from being tossed around like | |||
so much flotsam and jetsam. | |||
As they began to right themselves, another impact slammed into the | |||
unprotected shuttle, and threw them forward. This impact was not so gentle | |||
as the last one, and all of the repairs Gar had just finished making seemed | |||
to come apart in a half-dozen explosions and small fires within the craft's | |||
cabin. | |||
What consoles had been working were no longer. | |||
More importantly, what power there had been was no longer either...which | |||
meant no lighting, no engines...and no environmental systems. | |||
But they were still alive. | |||
Gar quickly unstrapped himself once the ship had settled some, and climbed | |||
under his console; opening the access panel simply produced another arc of | |||
electromagnetic plasma, barely missing his exposed hands. | |||
"That's it, captain- I can't do a thing with her," he groused. | |||
Gar got up, and coughed as he waved away some of the smoke from his face. | |||
"So why are we still here?" he asked, eyes towards the Captain. "Where's | |||
OUR HOOD- you know, with transporters, the whole 'cavalry over the hill' | |||
thing you pinkskins are so fond of making movies about?" | |||
Steele coughed a couple of times himself. "I don't know, Gar," he said, | |||
glancing at the dead viewscreen in front of him. | |||
"Wherever they are, I hope they get here soon." | |||
Stile waved away more smoke. "Truer words were never said, sar," he said. | |||
<<NRPG>> | |||
OK- this brings us to exactly the same time as Harry's post. We're all | |||
together now. | |||
Now...who is going to beam us off the shuttle before we choke to death or | |||
run out of oxygen? :) | |||
Respectfully Submitted, | |||
-- Scott Lusby | |||
/\ LCDR Gar Th'elenth | |||
Chief Engineer | |||
USS HOOD NCC-1703 | |||
Task Force 6 | |||
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