Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster/Fate bringer) in Deck Six, Lounge- Main Sim
She moved through the lounge space as the red alert flashed in the half-it space. Others around her were picking themselves off the floor and helping friends to to their feet. The lounge wasn’t crazy busy for 2000 hours, but then again it was a small crew. Busy was relative.

Dressed in a cadet uniform (the ship didn’t currently have any cadets), the young woman slipped behind the bar to grab a medkit.

She screamed.

“Oh my God, oh my God! No!” She dropped to her knees disappearing behind the bar.

The young security cadet was wide-eyed as she knelt beside a bloody body. He lay prone with an engineering brace coil sticking out of his chest. His brown eyes were wide and lifeless. Others of the Ogawa crew would recognize him as Ensign Branson Hart from Engineering.

Reaching out, she checked his pulse and then looked up at the sound of people approaching. Chest heaving, she stumbled over the words, “He’s dead.”

~Mischief Maker

Adrian Sorel had been sitting at one of the table’s eating his dinner alone while his mother worked late in the labs. When the ship was thrown to the portside. Both Adrian Sorel and his dinner were thrown violently from both seat and table. His head banged off the edge of the nearest table before he hit the deck. As the lights came back on Adrian Sorel was able to pull himself back to his feet while holding his head with one hand where greenish blood streamed down.

He staggered as he moved across the lounge toward the screams, his vision blurred in and out and he had to blink his eyes to try and clear them.
“Can I help?” He asked as he reached the end of the bar when he saw the body with the coil sticking out of his chest.”Oh.” He said as he blinked and his brows furrowed.
“How could he get that stuck in him here?” He asked with confusion.

Adrian Sorel