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[lt_cmmdr_scott]

Who: Engineering crew
Where: Engineering
What: KABOOM

Something was wrong. The away mission had gone well, but something was off, something was not right. The day had started out well. Things were looking up. But now... Scotty, who'd been talking to Keenser, paused in the middle of the conversation, as if alerted by some sixth sense that

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[ltkyle]

John knew that something was weird about that away mission. He very rarely felt weird about anything and when he scanned the cargo, it didn't show as anything. John stood behind the console in transporter room three, loading a small shipment of the cargo that no one seemed to remember needed to be beamed aboard. He was already irked that he was taking his time to do this since he had other things scheduled, let alone that the ensign - whose name he couldn't remember - didn't know how to do this himself, but he rolled with it. The cargo materialized in front of him and that was when he knew there was something wrong.

It took all of three seconds for the initial blast to go off. The cargo shredded itself to pieces as the explosion went off. John hardly had time to duck behind the console, yelling at the ensign to drop to the floor. His ears were ringing, his head was throbbing, everything ached and he had no idea what was worse. All he knew was that he needed to send out a message to everyone handling the cargo immediately. He looked around him, seeing that his uniform was singed and parts of it already soaked in blood. He groaned and looked around for his PADD, hoping it made it through the blast. He looked over and found it lying underneath the arm of the ensign... and that arm wasn't fully attached. Ignoring that for now, he grabbed his PADD and sent a message, or at least part of one, to anyone it could go out to.

"Cargo ¨s ∫igged --- stay çleår --- •∆∆∫†´c paths --- ˆroom down ---"