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“I believe so,” said Ensign Maher, “But I’ve been mostly stuck on this deck, and without our communicators, the lack of communication between decks has been mostly by word of mouth, making everything difficult.”

GM

Finnegan’s brows furrowed. “Yeah, I definitely need to get down there,” he muttered, taking another bite of the ration. He stopped his face from screwing up as a wave of bitterness washed over his tongue. This is why I didn’t like these. He pushed that to the back of his mind and swished his mouth with water before taking a smaller bite and looking around the cargo bay.

“Any supplies here? Any tools, or anything useful? Anything I need to bring to engineering?”

Finn, Engineering

“Standard rations and water is all that we have useful on this deck. There was a fire in one of the cargo bays, I’m told that destroyed many of Engineering’s spare part supplies,” replied Ensign Maher, “Life support has been blinking in and out… I’m guessing someone is working on emergency power, or what’s left of it. I’m told a plasma storm hit the ship hard before we crashed.”

GM

Finn cursed under his breath; the adage about sailors verbal acuity had not changed when sailing the stars. “Let me get down there then to try to speed that along,” he said, swallowing what was left of the ration as he stood. “Does that makeshift lift head to engineering? Which way to it?”

Finn, Engineering