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driftfleet2019-01-20 07:28 pm
thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet2019-01-20 07:28 pm
Entry tags:
- !event,
- !mingle,
- adrian "alucard" tepes,
- ciel phantomhive,
- connor,
- james buchanan barnes (au),
- james buchanan barnes (ou),
- james tiberius kirk (au),
- kaname buccaneer,
- katherine "kitty" pryde,
- keith,
- loki,
- lup,
- manji,
- mikleo,
- otono-tachibana makie,
- pavel chekov,
- prompto argentum,
- randolph lyall,
- remy lebeau,
- sansa stark,
- steve rogers (ou),
- taako,
- the vision,
- thor odinson,
- tim drake,
- tyrion lannister,
- undertaker,
- vash the stampede,
- veronica,
- victor frankenstein,
- wanda maximoff
'cause it's better than nothing
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Let's get started, then?
[He's still fixated on the panel, so that's what he goes for first.]
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40 Eridani.
Sol.
Beta Geminorum.
Orion.
Altamid.]
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The memory takes form. It's the engineering room of a ship: a cavernous metal room full of ramps, catwalks, displays, and machinery. The scene is illuminated by red emergency lights and the occasional flash of something malfunctioning--or worse, exploding in a shower of sparks. A klaxon is blaring. Most alarmingly of all, gravity isn't working. Red-shirted men, women, and others, many of them injured and all of them grim, are trying to navigate the mechanical carnage. A few bodies float lifelessly through the chamber.]
Evacuate the area!
[That's Pavel. The Russian (younger than he is in the Fleet by a few years) is floating several feet above the ground and digging inside of a sparking panel, one arm looped though the panel's handle so he doesn't drift away from it. The Russian's expression is equal parts concentration and panic.
The few remaining officers--the ones who are still moving under their own power--acknowledge Pavel's order with ayes or nods and begin making their ways to the exits.
There's a sudden, alarming lurch and a distant roar. Bright white lights turn on and the alarms fall silent; gravity reasserts itself. Pavel's downward descent is halted by the handle, but not everyone in the department is so lucky. Screams are cut short as bodies collide with ramps and railings and the cold metal floor.
Pavel lets go of the handle and drops somewhat gracelessly to the deck. For a moment, he stares blankly at the still body of a young woman in a red uniform. Her blonde updo is matted with blood and her blue eyes are wide open. She's only a little older than him.
(There's a flash of a memory within the memory: Pavel behind a console, looking at a transporter pad where a Vulcan is reaching out to nothing.)
The engineering section spins back into focus. Are there more alarms going off than there were before? Is that even possible?
Pavel pulls himself together and consults the nearest intact readout screen. It's bad. It's bad and there's no way to fix it, not even if he'd asked the other engineers to further endanger themselves and stay, but he has to try something. Kirk put him in charge of engineering. He trusted him.
What a terrible idea that was.
The ship's gravity begins to shift once more. Pavel loses his footing and--
And the memory ends. The klaxons and emergency lights fade away.]
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He draws back from the panel with a worried frown.]
That looked bad. What was happening?
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There was a hull breech in the engineering deck, and then one of the Enterprise's warp nacelles was badly damaged in a firefight. We were falling into Earth without enough power to escape the planet's gravity or stabilize our orbit.
It was also my first time in command. I didn't perform so well. [Possibly not a fair assessment considering the circumstances, but it feels true. Pavel forces a smile.] It was fine in the end. The ship didn't crash, not that time.
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[It looked terrifying.]
Seems you were doing what you could.
[He'd have gone right into panic mode in a situation like that. Kudos, dude.
He looks at the panel again.]
What's Orion?
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[He was in full panic mode for a good twelve hours, please don't give him too much credit.]
Orion? A planet, sometimes called Vondem instead. I'm not certain why it would be there... I have never visited.
[Is that an invitation to poke it? I think it was.]
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[Might as well see what it's about then?]