Post by Lt. Commander Cobus Rok on Sept 5, 2012 18:49:26 GMT -8
Cobus was in full stride down the corridor when the deck plating beneath his feet imagined itself an earthquake. Instead of placing one foot neatly in front of the other, somehow the sole of his boot landed on the wall at an angle that feet were not meant to go. A well-placed forearm was the only thing that kept him from face-planting right into the tritanium.
Bracing for impact in a corridor made a person realize just how smooth and slick walls could be. A cautious person might have simply sat down on the floor, but that wasn't a very Cobus Rok thing to do. Patience was for the weak, and he had places to be. After a jolt like that, engineering would need every spare hand available, and it would definitely need its assistant chief.
For a moment, the turbulence seemed to subside and he straightened his posture, but only for a moment, because three steps later his hands found the deck plating. The impact radiated up his arms and reminded him of just how soft and squishy he was by comparison.
One thing was in his favor: the turbolift doors were not impressed; they glided open and closed as smoothly as the day they were commissioned. "Engineering," he called out, pressing his shoulder against the wall to steady himself.
Every groan of the ship caused the engineer physical pain, and the grinding whine of metal scraping hull made him wince outwardly. "Baby, what are they doing to you," he cooed. Whatever it was, Cobus knew he had a very long day ahead of him; he was already making guesses about the damage reports that would be rolling in at this very moment.
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Bracing for impact in a corridor made a person realize just how smooth and slick walls could be. A cautious person might have simply sat down on the floor, but that wasn't a very Cobus Rok thing to do. Patience was for the weak, and he had places to be. After a jolt like that, engineering would need every spare hand available, and it would definitely need its assistant chief.
For a moment, the turbulence seemed to subside and he straightened his posture, but only for a moment, because three steps later his hands found the deck plating. The impact radiated up his arms and reminded him of just how soft and squishy he was by comparison.
One thing was in his favor: the turbolift doors were not impressed; they glided open and closed as smoothly as the day they were commissioned. "Engineering," he called out, pressing his shoulder against the wall to steady himself.
Every groan of the ship caused the engineer physical pain, and the grinding whine of metal scraping hull made him wince outwardly. "Baby, what are they doing to you," he cooed. Whatever it was, Cobus knew he had a very long day ahead of him; he was already making guesses about the damage reports that would be rolling in at this very moment.
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