Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (co-Gamemaster) in Deck 8A: Turbolift

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Zoi Haven (Chief of Security) in Deck 8A: Turbolift

Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (co-Gamemaster) in Deck 8A: Turbolift
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Finally, her double and a half shift was at an end. Zoi let out a long breath. Most of her day consisted of mental load, dealing with paperwork, shift changes, route changes, new protocols to implement from Star Fleet Command, and the planning sessions with her leadership teams to implement them soon on board. Her blond bunned hair was mildly askew and she looked like she desperately needed a few hours sleep.

Zoi took a few moments to tidy herself up before exiting her office on Deck 10. She never liked looking disheveled in front of her team and so she smiled politely and wished everyone a good shift before taking herself to the turbolift. Her bed was practically calling her name with the song of an alluring siren. Maybe, if she was lucky, Dira would rub her back.

On the turbolift was a young ensign with red on her uniform. Zoi might recognize Kehinde Anghelescu as one of the junior helmspersons. “Commander,” they said.

Her mind was a million miles away, thinking of the soft sheets and warm heavy blanket when the whole world around her shook violently, tossing the passengers around like ragdolls. The sound of metal crashing and concussive booms were so painful in their volume one would think they had been the focal point of the explosive decompression though thankfully they were not. Lights blinked rapidly as power surged and failed. They changed from bright white to the deep dark red of emergency power lighting.

Haven, CoS

(Anyone wish to join me?)

Amber

Anghelescu tried to brace themselves after they hit the side, but ended up toppling into Haven with a grunt. They pushed themselves off of the security chief. “I’m sorry, Commander. Are you alright?” they asked, checking themselves for signs of injuries.

The Ensign was light enough that the hit from them was not a problem in and of itself but it added weight to her own fall and she hit the back left side of her head and landing wrenched her neck. Zoi groaned in frustration more than pain though the pain was not insubstantial, as she lay on the floor, head against the side of the Turbolift.

=/\=Attention Decks 7, 8 and 9. Please be advised that non-essential power will be cut immediately to prevent further power surges. Take all precautions. That is for all of Decks 7, 8 and 9,=/\= GALEN’s voice said over the entire deck.

~Mischief Maker

She opened her eyes to look at the Ensign and found there were two of them. “Wow,” she said softly. “You have a twin!”

Wincing, she lifted a hand to try and touch the head injury. No blood but a knot was quickly growing and she sucked in a breathat it’s tenderness to the touch. Her brain wasn’t focusing on much else yet, feeling rattled and confused or she might be scared of how much danger they were in.

Haven, CoS

“Easy now,” Anghelescu said. “You hit your head pretty hard that I’m worried about concussion.” The pilot tilted her head to the side and frowned. “We’ve stopped. Whatever it was was enough to make even impulse a bad idea.” She got up carefully and tried the lift door. Nothing. “And we’re stuck in here, apparently. “They were stalled just below the deck opening, but depending on what was on the other side on Deck 8A itself, forcing the door and escaping that way could be risky.

Zoi would have nodded if she had not had enough wits about her to know that such a thing would cause her to injure herself more. So she simply gave a “Mrmph.” In acknowledgement of the advice and information. Her brain was slower moving than she liked.

“Hey, GALEN?”

“How might I help?” the AI said.

“Can you notify someone that we’re stuck in here? And is the deck safe on the other side of the lift exit?”

There was a pause. “Notification sent. Analysis of Deck 8A suggests that while there is life support on the other side, there is damage to the deck resulting in debris that makes a safe escape inadvisable.”

“Great,” the ensign mumbled. Kehinde looked at Zoi. “How do you feel about waiting it out, Commander? We could try to escape through the lift shaft, but not if you’re going to pass out on me.”

~Mischief Maker

In the time that the Ensign had taken to examine their situation and speak with Galen, she took stock of her body. Making small movements to test out her mobility and the extent of injury. Her head hurt fiercely and she was nauseous from the hit. Her neck was just as angry as her head though she hoped nothing too serious there.

The explosion she heard was likely decompression and it was seriously nearby. She didn’t like being this close. A cascade of decompressions in the surrounding areas could happen, if shields didn’t hold.

Dhr opened her eyes to look at the young Ensign. “We are safe here for now so waiting it out is the best idea, but the risk is high in either scenario.if we stay. Shields could fail and we could be a part of another decompression. I’m not sure how near we are to the damage. If we hoof it, I could exacerbate my injury.”

“GALEN, how close is the turbolift to the decompression?”

Haven, CoS