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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Rough and Tumble== | |||
===by Scott Lusby=== | |||
SD: 2261.129 | |||
Setting: Shuttlecraft STORM | |||
<<snip- from Andy's post, entitled "Escape?") | |||
Gar swore in his native tongue. "The override isn't working. Stand by I'm | |||
on it. He knelt down and yanked a panel off the console base. | |||
"Don't know what yer all playing at but if my counting is correct the ship | |||
is going to blow in less then 60 seconds." Stile called from aft. | |||
"Lifting off now." Jack said as he powered the thrusters and brought the | |||
ship off the deck. | |||
"Almost there." Gar reported. | |||
"Lights!" Sean suddenly shouted the stress of the situation finally | |||
appearing. "Lights on the doors!" The doors lurched apart a few metres and | |||
then ground to a halt. He looked over at Jack. "Big enough?" | |||
"Its going to have to be. Gun it Sean!" | |||
Merrick slammed down on the throttle and the shuttle sprang from its hover | |||
as Jack rotated to port. "Hold on they're starting to close!" | |||
<<end snip>> | |||
Had it not been for the inertial dampeners present on the shuttle, the 7 | |||
inhabitants of the STORM would definitely have felt the lurch forward. | |||
Gar pushed himself up off the floor. "I've done all I can; let's hope they | |||
don't figure out what I've done--" | |||
Suddenly, a couple of warning lights began flashing and chirping wildly from | |||
Merrick's console, and Gar noticed the shuttlebay doors slowly creeping | |||
closed again. | |||
"Merrick..." | |||
"I see them!" the First Officer shouted. | |||
The doors seemed to take forever to reach as cavernous as the | |||
CONSTITUTION-class ship's hangar bay was. Still, the doors did grow on the | |||
viewscreen...and with each passing second, they also grew closer together. | |||
"Merrick!" cried Steele. | |||
"Rotating shuttle!" he replied, punching a few buttons. "If this doesn't | |||
work--" | |||
"I don't want to hear it- just go!" | |||
Gar cringed as the small shuttle passed between the doors; as he did, the | |||
shuttle was jolted by a powerful impact. | |||
"Report!" Steele shouted. | |||
And suddenly none was needed; consoles sparked and blew apart, throwing | |||
burned plastic, insulation and acrid smoke into the air. The lighting | |||
flickered and died, flickered again as emergency systems tried to come | |||
on-line, and died again as they failed. They had also lost their inertial | |||
dampeners; as such, despite being strapped into their seats, they were now | |||
spinning wildly out of control. | |||
"Gar- get us back under control!" Steele shouted, stifling a choke on the | |||
smoke that had filled the cabin. | |||
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?" | |||
<<NRPG>> | |||
All- Just extending Andy's post and tying it in with Harry's last one. I | |||
have a second part coming out shortly. | |||
Respectfully Submitted, | |||
-- Scott Lusby | |||
/\ LCDR Gar Th'elenth | |||
Chief Engineer | |||
USS HOOD NCC-1703 | |||
Task Force 6 | |||
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