02-21-2025, 01:39 AM
==Ens. Ollie Pearson - Security NRC - Bridge==
Brilliant orange filled the space before Pearson's eyes as the type 1 blurted out its furious light.
Ollie had little time to focus any elation at neutralizing the Klingon bearsark before he realized his shot was off center. He knew from experience that the severing of any humanoid limb often resulted in massive shock and trauma - the fact it was as a result of a atom focused beam of phased nadion particles multiplied those effects by a massive factor. He may not have disintegrated like some illegal disruptors, but this bloke was still very much on a high speed train to deadtown.
The resulting effects of the errant shot though removed his sense of joy, the only consolation that K'Deela was removed from the cursed smuggler vessel before the ceiling collapsed on yet another friend. The blonde Australian found himself reacting as he had trained, despite the fact that his body was just on the short edge of ineffective when it came to physical action. He pushed himself off his knee, directing his remaining reserves on finishing the threat and seeing to Ostberg and Givens. Suddenly though, the physical effort coupled with the loss of blood resulted in the man's conscious slipping precariously away. His vision narrowed, his limbs went weak, and he stumbled aimlessly forward - ending up heavily draped over the sharp edges of the Captain's chair.
"Pearson, Captain, check in..." came the familiar voice of Ardanna through his helmet comms.
The view before him dimmed and then twisted. Ollie attempted to focus his vision before a strange thought crossed his mind.
Huh. My arm isn't hurting any more. In fact, I can't feel any pain at all.
Pearson took a second to lay the Type 1 down in the seat before he reached a hand across him and patted the area he knew was injured. He placed a gloved hand before his eyes and noted his entire glove was covered in red.
"Sven...Ardanna...this has been a real piss up, and I've had a great time..but I'm...I'm feeling a tad buggered..."
The words had barely left Pearson's mouth before he was crashing to the deck, his will to stand giving way to the full weight of darkness that filled his vision and freed him from consciousness.
Brilliant orange filled the space before Pearson's eyes as the type 1 blurted out its furious light.
Ollie had little time to focus any elation at neutralizing the Klingon bearsark before he realized his shot was off center. He knew from experience that the severing of any humanoid limb often resulted in massive shock and trauma - the fact it was as a result of a atom focused beam of phased nadion particles multiplied those effects by a massive factor. He may not have disintegrated like some illegal disruptors, but this bloke was still very much on a high speed train to deadtown.
The resulting effects of the errant shot though removed his sense of joy, the only consolation that K'Deela was removed from the cursed smuggler vessel before the ceiling collapsed on yet another friend. The blonde Australian found himself reacting as he had trained, despite the fact that his body was just on the short edge of ineffective when it came to physical action. He pushed himself off his knee, directing his remaining reserves on finishing the threat and seeing to Ostberg and Givens. Suddenly though, the physical effort coupled with the loss of blood resulted in the man's conscious slipping precariously away. His vision narrowed, his limbs went weak, and he stumbled aimlessly forward - ending up heavily draped over the sharp edges of the Captain's chair.
"Pearson, Captain, check in..." came the familiar voice of Ardanna through his helmet comms.
The view before him dimmed and then twisted. Ollie attempted to focus his vision before a strange thought crossed his mind.
Huh. My arm isn't hurting any more. In fact, I can't feel any pain at all.
Pearson took a second to lay the Type 1 down in the seat before he reached a hand across him and patted the area he knew was injured. He placed a gloved hand before his eyes and noted his entire glove was covered in red.
"Sven...Ardanna...this has been a real piss up, and I've had a great time..but I'm...I'm feeling a tad buggered..."
The words had barely left Pearson's mouth before he was crashing to the deck, his will to stand giving way to the full weight of darkness that filled his vision and freed him from consciousness.