09-10-2024, 11:32 PM
<<< Sickbay <<<
Niels hobbled into Engineering, his face a mix of determination and pain. He crossed the room and leaned his weight on the Master System Display Table. His disheveled appearance and unusual expression caught the attention of some of the engineers present. Pulling the tricorder from his belt, he placed it on the table. Much like the Chief Engineer, it was in bad shape, the outer housing cracked by the impact from Niels landing on it.
“Use the data from this tricorder with the Aquila’s sensor records,” Niels ordered to anyone within earshot, “There was an unknown system drawing power on the ship before it exploded. I want to know what that system was. I want to know what caused the explosion while we were on it and what caused the initial damage. I want to know everything there is to know about that ship down to the composition of the bolts. I want answers.”
There was an uncharacteristic tone to Niels’ voice, a raspy energy that demanded full and immediate compliance. Without another word, he turned and hobbled to his office. He collapsed in his chair, closed his eyes, and breathed heavily. Each breath hurt. His right arm lay across his chest, hand grasping his left side. Back in his own department, he felt like he could finally relax the facade. A faint groan escaped his lips as he exhaled.
== Tag ==
Niels hobbled into Engineering, his face a mix of determination and pain. He crossed the room and leaned his weight on the Master System Display Table. His disheveled appearance and unusual expression caught the attention of some of the engineers present. Pulling the tricorder from his belt, he placed it on the table. Much like the Chief Engineer, it was in bad shape, the outer housing cracked by the impact from Niels landing on it.
“Use the data from this tricorder with the Aquila’s sensor records,” Niels ordered to anyone within earshot, “There was an unknown system drawing power on the ship before it exploded. I want to know what that system was. I want to know what caused the explosion while we were on it and what caused the initial damage. I want to know everything there is to know about that ship down to the composition of the bolts. I want answers.”
There was an uncharacteristic tone to Niels’ voice, a raspy energy that demanded full and immediate compliance. Without another word, he turned and hobbled to his office. He collapsed in his chair, closed his eyes, and breathed heavily. Each breath hurt. His right arm lay across his chest, hand grasping his left side. Back in his own department, he felt like he could finally relax the facade. A faint groan escaped his lips as he exhaled.
== Tag ==