[[Jefferies tubes - U.S.S Farragut]]
[[OOC: I'm eating my own words, guys. Time to switch to prose? I WRITE TOO MUCH, SORRY. ;A; Reply or don't reply at all in prose, speech, whatever your fancy! :D]]
[He was past the captain's chair (giving Gaila a reassuring, somewhat shaky pat on the shoulder as he did so) faster than he'd ever rushed to the transporter room. He pocketed his PADD and as he threw away debris covering the sealed jefferies hatch as if his fingers were not suffering near third-degree burns from a wrestling match with a scrambled comm system.
To his right lay a young Ensign (named Vell-Veall--Valle---he really couldn't think of it right now) he'd gotten to know only so well during his stay on the Farragut, her cheek deeply bruised when she'd probably collided against the control board when the first surprise shot from the Klingons hit them. Whether she was alive or dead, he didn't know, nor did he want to. Right now his head was calculating probabilities and scenarios that, in most cases, ended very, very out of their favor.
The latch finally opened and he hopped into it rather unceremoniously, casting a last fleeting look at Gaila in the Captain chair, running through the command codes and subroutines she'd only had a few seconds to figure out after (by some incredible, and terrible stroke of luck) she and Chekov had been listed the only two non-incapaticated members of the bridge. Minus the new Ensign Kirsth...until a power relay sparked in his face.
It was the worst possible odds, he thought as he scrambled down to the burnt communication lines severing the connection between weapons dock and bridge. He should have known the Thethyans were up to something nasty or treacherous the moment the truce started going right (despite the Farragut's diplomatic intentions to do just that). It was just too perfect.
Halfway down the chute, a giant shockwave hurtled him against the back of the tube, making him grunt then cry out as a chunk of debris caught him square on his shoulder, throwing his footing off and sending him tumbling a few metres down until he caught himself. His ribs flared from having crashed against the railing, his fingers screamed at him, his earlier head wound bled freely again and his shoulder was probably nine tenths the way to dislocation but still he only took two a few half seconds to accept it, brush it off, and head further down.
Adrenaline was a godsend.
When he reached his destination he was already out of breath. He'd forgotten to breathe somewhere between the heavy smoke and exiting the vertical tube into a crawl space. Sure enough, when he removed one of panels the wires lay dead and useless. He grabbed the nearest built in emercency kit from the side wall and got to work, his head swimming with solutions and worries and many of them in no way revolving around helmsman Lieutenant Hikaru Sulu of course not, why would he think that.
His PADD beeped; several unknown entities had beamed themselves onto the ship, and in his heart he hoped it was the Enterprise crew, and not Klingons, who had done so. He forwarded this new information to Gaila's station in record time, and returned to fusing the new cords together.
He'd be lucky if the Farragut didn't blow up with him in it. And all he wanted to do was sleep and dream that everyone on this ship was safe and sound.
And, honestly, Hikaru Sulu was definitely not in his thoughts.]
[He was past the captain's chair (giving Gaila a reassuring, somewhat shaky pat on the shoulder as he did so) faster than he'd ever rushed to the transporter room. He pocketed his PADD and as he threw away debris covering the sealed jefferies hatch as if his fingers were not suffering near third-degree burns from a wrestling match with a scrambled comm system.
To his right lay a young Ensign (named Vell-Veall--Valle---he really couldn't think of it right now) he'd gotten to know only so well during his stay on the Farragut, her cheek deeply bruised when she'd probably collided against the control board when the first surprise shot from the Klingons hit them. Whether she was alive or dead, he didn't know, nor did he want to. Right now his head was calculating probabilities and scenarios that, in most cases, ended very, very out of their favor.
The latch finally opened and he hopped into it rather unceremoniously, casting a last fleeting look at Gaila in the Captain chair, running through the command codes and subroutines she'd only had a few seconds to figure out after (by some incredible, and terrible stroke of luck) she and Chekov had been listed the only two non-incapaticated members of the bridge. Minus the new Ensign Kirsth...until a power relay sparked in his face.
It was the worst possible odds, he thought as he scrambled down to the burnt communication lines severing the connection between weapons dock and bridge. He should have known the Thethyans were up to something nasty or treacherous the moment the truce started going right (despite the Farragut's diplomatic intentions to do just that). It was just too perfect.
Halfway down the chute, a giant shockwave hurtled him against the back of the tube, making him grunt then cry out as a chunk of debris caught him square on his shoulder, throwing his footing off and sending him tumbling a few metres down until he caught himself. His ribs flared from having crashed against the railing, his fingers screamed at him, his earlier head wound bled freely again and his shoulder was probably nine tenths the way to dislocation but still he only took two a few half seconds to accept it, brush it off, and head further down.
Adrenaline was a godsend.
When he reached his destination he was already out of breath. He'd forgotten to breathe somewhere between the heavy smoke and exiting the vertical tube into a crawl space. Sure enough, when he removed one of panels the wires lay dead and useless. He grabbed the nearest built in emercency kit from the side wall and got to work, his head swimming with solutions and worries and many of them in no way revolving around helmsman Lieutenant Hikaru Sulu of course not, why would he think that.
His PADD beeped; several unknown entities had beamed themselves onto the ship, and in his heart he hoped it was the Enterprise crew, and not Klingons, who had done so. He forwarded this new information to Gaila's station in record time, and returned to fusing the new cords together.
He'd be lucky if the Farragut didn't blow up with him in it. And all he wanted to do was sleep and dream that everyone on this ship was safe and sound.
And, honestly, Hikaru Sulu was definitely not in his thoughts.]