04-03-2025, 11:38 PM
“You’re not our CMO any more?” Art asked, furrowing her brow as Beinn went on to explain. Somehow, she knew she knew this information, but it hadn’t clicked quite yet. The wolf-like humanoid went on to add to the conversation theorizing about tachyons, and Art continued to stare at the large monitor, focusing on the elliptical orbit of the asteroid.
What happened next certainly drew her out of her contemplative state.
As if they were hit with a powerful photon torpedo, the Yeager pitched violently one way and then the other, sending the ship into automatic Red Alert as her crew went flying. As this was Security, the main screen was instantly replaced with damage reports, both automatically sensed, and reported by crew members manually.
The hardest hit seemed to be -at the moment, anyway- the area that housed the aeroshuttles. The Middie caught himself, the San-Tarah officer growled, and Art relaxed her body from when she had tensed to avoid being knocked backwards.
“d'Tor'an.” The sharpness was what Art expected from one of her own, and so did not mind the tone. “The aeroshuttle bay is five decks below us. If there's still a fire, we should grab some fire suppression gear before we head down there.”
Art grimaced, thinking about how all of that gear would weigh them down, reduce their movement. He went on to add how the fire might be contained in other ways, though those ways would be detrimental to anyone acting as rescuer.
“We’ll just have to tell them to not blow us out into space, then.” Art replied, her voice clipped. A hand to the main controls, she pressed the button that would allow her to send a message to all Security personnel simultaneously.
“Chief to all Security,” she said roughly, “Explosion on Deck Five. Those on that deck, report to the aeroshuttle area. All others, coordinate with medical and triage. Seal off that area only when I tell you to. I’m going in.”
She closed the channel and pointed to Alden and Beinn. “You. You. Let's go.” Stopping only to grab an emergency medkit, Art sprinted out, undeniably heading towards Deck Five.
==Tags! Let’s go play firefighter.==
>> Aeroshuttle Bay, aka Ancillary Locations >>
What happened next certainly drew her out of her contemplative state.
As if they were hit with a powerful photon torpedo, the Yeager pitched violently one way and then the other, sending the ship into automatic Red Alert as her crew went flying. As this was Security, the main screen was instantly replaced with damage reports, both automatically sensed, and reported by crew members manually.
The hardest hit seemed to be -at the moment, anyway- the area that housed the aeroshuttles. The Middie caught himself, the San-Tarah officer growled, and Art relaxed her body from when she had tensed to avoid being knocked backwards.
“d'Tor'an.” The sharpness was what Art expected from one of her own, and so did not mind the tone. “The aeroshuttle bay is five decks below us. If there's still a fire, we should grab some fire suppression gear before we head down there.”
Art grimaced, thinking about how all of that gear would weigh them down, reduce their movement. He went on to add how the fire might be contained in other ways, though those ways would be detrimental to anyone acting as rescuer.
“We’ll just have to tell them to not blow us out into space, then.” Art replied, her voice clipped. A hand to the main controls, she pressed the button that would allow her to send a message to all Security personnel simultaneously.
“Chief to all Security,” she said roughly, “Explosion on Deck Five. Those on that deck, report to the aeroshuttle area. All others, coordinate with medical and triage. Seal off that area only when I tell you to. I’m going in.”
She closed the channel and pointed to Alden and Beinn. “You. You. Let's go.” Stopping only to grab an emergency medkit, Art sprinted out, undeniably heading towards Deck Five.
==Tags! Let’s go play firefighter.==
>> Aeroshuttle Bay, aka Ancillary Locations >>