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Commander Tirrin Vorak - XO - USS BURKE<br> | |||
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
Potest esse nur unus<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN:We're Outta Here</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 12-7-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 81207<br> | |||
MD: 7.1057<br> | |||
<i>"Regardless," said J.C. "were still somewhere on the base, and only | |||
three minutes to go. I can't tell if were far enough away from the power | |||
source." said the CSO, checking his tricorder.</i> | |||
The lighting here was dimmed. Power direction to the older | |||
parts of the base seemed to be a lot less than was originally required. | |||
Tarrant began scanning also. "Our tricorders are able to penetrate | |||
these walls. Adjusting for maximum distance." The effects of the | |||
Dimensional Transport were slow to wear off, and the partial | |||
kilingon had to refocus his eyes a few times. | |||
"Which probably means were closer to the edge of the base." said | |||
J.C. He appeared to be having similar difficulties. | |||
Meleah quickly added, "Or further within the base." | |||
It was a thought none of them relished. | |||
"Adjusting.. we have an estimated two minutes, thirty seconds until | |||
that power overload." interrupted Dunnon. He was looking a bit strained. | |||
"Lt. Koreth, I'm picking up something.. it appears to be a warp signature.." | |||
J.C. motioned toward a one of two doors out of the room. "This direction" | |||
Tarrant picked it up, "Got it.. yep that's one of ours. Definitely from | |||
a shuttlepod.- Let's move." | |||
The remaining 7 rushed to the door to find it jammed. The locking | |||
mechanism and low power actually being sent to the older sections | |||
of the base didn't help matters. However, Meleah seemed to have little | |||
trouble persuading it to open. | |||
"Two minutes!" shouted Dunnon in between breaths | |||
as they raced towards the signature. | |||
60meters - 40meters - 20meters. | |||
The hallway opened up ahead of them through which came the | |||
unmistakable blue glow from a warp nacelle. The away team | |||
arrived just in enough time to see the shuttlepod exit through | |||
a forcefield into space. | |||
All of them began looking around for a second means of exit. | |||
The room was definitely an old shuttlebay. Pieces of ancient | |||
ships lay strew about. As did a few pieces of more modern | |||
equipment - like the forcefield. One of the walls showed the | |||
beginning signs of reaver replacement. | |||
"None of these vehicles are space worthy." Noted | |||
Lt. Meleah as she scanned about. | |||
Tarrant had an idea - question would be how much time | |||
did they have. "Everyone! Scan for working lifepods | |||
in these ships. If you find one get in - use your rifle | |||
power packs to re-power the life-support!" | |||
Suddenly an explosion from somewhere within rocked | |||
the base. Sending a chain reaction running slowly through. | |||
Lights flickered and the forcefield flashed. | |||
With precious-little time remaining, the team entered the | |||
last operational escape-pods from what looked like the | |||
remains of an old Vulcan freighter. His pod was, like | |||
the others, devoid of power, but would still seal itself | |||
from the effects of space. | |||
Then, as a power spike hit the equipment, the forcefield failed, | |||
and pulled everything within the shuttle-bay out due to the change | |||
in pressure. A second later the explosion reached the room. | |||
Tarrant felt the force as his freighter section was blasted out | |||
of the bay. He was locked in securely against the vacuum | |||
of space - but had little oxygen. | |||
Yanking the power supply out of his rifle, the CEO tried | |||
quickly to get it compatible with the pod. With a few | |||
'modifications' he managed to crosswire the tricorder-pod- | |||
and power pack. As he did, the escape pod shot out from | |||
it's confines of the scrap. | |||
All Tarrant could do now was wait for the FEYNMAN and | |||
prey that the others were successful. | |||
"Tarrant to Feynman... " | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Jason<br> | |||
Commander Tirrin Vorak - XO - USS BURKE<br> | Commander Tirrin Vorak - XO - USS BURKE<br> | ||