04-02-2025, 08:06 PM
Leo steadied himself against the desk he had barely managed to grasp the edge of as he heard the wolf-like male growl. The growl from Beinn sent a shiver down Leo’s spine. It wasn’t fear, not exactly, but something primal in his brain registered the deep, guttural sound as a warning. It was an instinct he didn’t have time to dwell on.
The red emergency glow pulsed against the bulkheads as Beinn spoke. The aeroshuttle bay was five decks below them. A fire. Two missing crew. Suppression systems might be failing. Decompression was a possibility.
Leo swallowed, nodding quickly. “Right. Fire suppression gear, spare oxygen.”
Never having been in a real emergency, he faltered slightly as his training kicked in. His hands moved before his thoughts caught up, moving to the nearest emergency locker. It was muscle memory from the Academy, though he had never needed this gear outside of holodeck simulations. That didn’t stop his pulse from hammering in his throat.
Was this what a real crisis felt like?
He forced himself to focus. No time for self-doubt. He grabbed an oxygen supply unit and checked the seal. Then another and another. Tucking the 3 units under one arm before he lifted up a fire suppression cylinder from the bottom of the locker and inspected the integrity seal on its valve at the top before placing it by his feet and grabbing another cylinder.
Will Beinn need a cylinder? He won't have time to do that if he’s helping the injured.
Leaving the locker open, he mustered every ounce of finger grip strength as he heaved the items back to where Beinn and Art still stood. Placing the cylinders on the floor and proffered an oxygen mask to each of them keeping his own under his arm for the moment.
SPARE! He said spare!
He ran back to the locker and grabbed a couple more oxygen masks, now much easier to carry without two fire suppression cylinders, and raced back once again. He wasn’t sure if he was actually panicking but it sure felt like it. Leo second guessed every minute detail in everything he was doing. Was that right? Is this right? What did that person say again? All thoughts that where going to cost valuable seconds and possibly even a life or two if he didn’t get his head together.
He glanced toward Art, waiting for her orders, he knew what was expected to happen but why assume. He stood at the ready and looked at both his seniors.
“Any report on the two missing officers yet?”
== Tags ==
== GM Input - Given that the internal sensors may not be working too, as the fire suppression system failed, has there been any attempt at a life sign sweep/search for the 2 officers and if so, what was the result? ==
The red emergency glow pulsed against the bulkheads as Beinn spoke. The aeroshuttle bay was five decks below them. A fire. Two missing crew. Suppression systems might be failing. Decompression was a possibility.
Leo swallowed, nodding quickly. “Right. Fire suppression gear, spare oxygen.”
Never having been in a real emergency, he faltered slightly as his training kicked in. His hands moved before his thoughts caught up, moving to the nearest emergency locker. It was muscle memory from the Academy, though he had never needed this gear outside of holodeck simulations. That didn’t stop his pulse from hammering in his throat.
Was this what a real crisis felt like?
He forced himself to focus. No time for self-doubt. He grabbed an oxygen supply unit and checked the seal. Then another and another. Tucking the 3 units under one arm before he lifted up a fire suppression cylinder from the bottom of the locker and inspected the integrity seal on its valve at the top before placing it by his feet and grabbing another cylinder.
Will Beinn need a cylinder? He won't have time to do that if he’s helping the injured.
Leaving the locker open, he mustered every ounce of finger grip strength as he heaved the items back to where Beinn and Art still stood. Placing the cylinders on the floor and proffered an oxygen mask to each of them keeping his own under his arm for the moment.
SPARE! He said spare!
He ran back to the locker and grabbed a couple more oxygen masks, now much easier to carry without two fire suppression cylinders, and raced back once again. He wasn’t sure if he was actually panicking but it sure felt like it. Leo second guessed every minute detail in everything he was doing. Was that right? Is this right? What did that person say again? All thoughts that where going to cost valuable seconds and possibly even a life or two if he didn’t get his head together.
He glanced toward Art, waiting for her orders, he knew what was expected to happen but why assume. He stood at the ready and looked at both his seniors.
“Any report on the two missing officers yet?”
== Tags ==
== GM Input - Given that the internal sensors may not be working too, as the fire suppression system failed, has there been any attempt at a life sign sweep/search for the 2 officers and if so, what was the result? ==