04-11-2025, 05:02 PM
It was, of course, Peter who answered her. “Jensen here. We’re trying to ascertain that at the moment. Proceed, but proceed with caution.” Art wondered how much of that warning had to do with his feelings towards her, and his knowledge that she tended to act before thinking.
Either way, before Art was something the First Officer could only read on sensors: almost zero visibility lie ahead, the smell of toxicity thick in the air. Red, orange, and green flames peeked through the smoke, giving the officers a hint of what was beyond the smoke. Granted three lungs by her genetics, Art could undoubtedly hold her breath longer than the others that stood with her, but it wasn’t just a case of holding one’s breath: the body had to work its other muscles to withstand the heat, the pain, and the inevitable moving of heavy objects, including whatever persons they may find.
“The only good thing,” Art spoke loudly over the roar of the fire as they inched closer, “is at least this means everything didn’t get sucked out into space!”
Alden was putting his mask on, and Art in turn began taking slow, deep breaths in preparation to head in. The Midshipman called out, and as the two got closer, Art had the sinking feeling that the only way to know what was in there was to go in there. The newest member of her team turned to her, posing the idea of shutting down the EPS conduits. The CO grimaced and nodded, touching a hand to his shoulder and hiking a thumb back to where they came.
“Get clear and coordinate that with Engineering,” she ordered, “I’ll dip in and see what we have.” The Klingon turned to Cassidy, frowning. Though his bulk was useful in a fire, it would be of little use here. “If I’m not back in five minutes,” she told him, pausing as she considered the possibilities, “tell them to vent the atmosphere.”
And, stupidly, Artemis took in one last deep, deep breath and bent her head, walking quickly and steadily into the fire.
==Tags to Alden and Cassidy
Questions for the GM:
- If there were any responses to Alden’s shouts, does Art find anybody in that immediate direction?
- Does Art bump into anything / anyone?
- (Asking for it here) Does anything fall on Art? ==
Either way, before Art was something the First Officer could only read on sensors: almost zero visibility lie ahead, the smell of toxicity thick in the air. Red, orange, and green flames peeked through the smoke, giving the officers a hint of what was beyond the smoke. Granted three lungs by her genetics, Art could undoubtedly hold her breath longer than the others that stood with her, but it wasn’t just a case of holding one’s breath: the body had to work its other muscles to withstand the heat, the pain, and the inevitable moving of heavy objects, including whatever persons they may find.
“The only good thing,” Art spoke loudly over the roar of the fire as they inched closer, “is at least this means everything didn’t get sucked out into space!”
Alden was putting his mask on, and Art in turn began taking slow, deep breaths in preparation to head in. The Midshipman called out, and as the two got closer, Art had the sinking feeling that the only way to know what was in there was to go in there. The newest member of her team turned to her, posing the idea of shutting down the EPS conduits. The CO grimaced and nodded, touching a hand to his shoulder and hiking a thumb back to where they came.
“Get clear and coordinate that with Engineering,” she ordered, “I’ll dip in and see what we have.” The Klingon turned to Cassidy, frowning. Though his bulk was useful in a fire, it would be of little use here. “If I’m not back in five minutes,” she told him, pausing as she considered the possibilities, “tell them to vent the atmosphere.”
And, stupidly, Artemis took in one last deep, deep breath and bent her head, walking quickly and steadily into the fire.
==Tags to Alden and Cassidy
Questions for the GM:
- If there were any responses to Alden’s shouts, does Art find anybody in that immediate direction?
- Does Art bump into anything / anyone?
- (Asking for it here) Does anything fall on Art? ==