Post by Nathan Landry on Sept 11, 2012 18:35:14 GMT -8
In the few breathless moments immediately after everything started shaking, Nathan wasn't quite sure what had happened. He'd finally found something to do, sitting in a corner of the lounge, underneath a window, tapping his newest observations into a PADD--and, by turns, looking up as much interesting data as he could on a few members of the crew--when suddenly, the whole ship had seemed to come unraveled.
At least, that was how it had felt at first. The whole deck heaved under him, an earthquake and an implosion all at once, and something went flying. It must have been his coffee cup, he realized, as he sat up and looked around. In the heat of the moment, he'd somehow found the presence of mind to curl up and cover his head to shield from any further flying debris.
A few crewmembers at the other end of the lounge were picking themselves up, hurling shouted questions across the room as to status, and then hurrying out, headed for duty stations and what was sure to be plenty of work, judging by the way the lights flickered now and again, as if losing the will to keep shining. He picked himself up, wincing as something in his wrist twinged. He spent a moment inspecting it, turning it round and trying to pop it back into place, though it didn't seem to help much. Something wet was trickling down his face, and when he put his uninjured hand up to check, his fingers came away sticky with blood.
It was only then that his eye wandered to the broad windows just across from him, driving thoughts of a hurt hand and a bleeding head away, no matter how briefly. For outside the window was...nothing. A sheet of blackness, unpierced by stars, lit only by the erratic running lights of the Talon--which had nothing to illuminate but bits of tumbling space debris, the twisted hulks of what might once have been vessels.
Either they were all about to die, or he was going to get a very good story out of this.
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At least, that was how it had felt at first. The whole deck heaved under him, an earthquake and an implosion all at once, and something went flying. It must have been his coffee cup, he realized, as he sat up and looked around. In the heat of the moment, he'd somehow found the presence of mind to curl up and cover his head to shield from any further flying debris.
A few crewmembers at the other end of the lounge were picking themselves up, hurling shouted questions across the room as to status, and then hurrying out, headed for duty stations and what was sure to be plenty of work, judging by the way the lights flickered now and again, as if losing the will to keep shining. He picked himself up, wincing as something in his wrist twinged. He spent a moment inspecting it, turning it round and trying to pop it back into place, though it didn't seem to help much. Something wet was trickling down his face, and when he put his uninjured hand up to check, his fingers came away sticky with blood.
It was only then that his eye wandered to the broad windows just across from him, driving thoughts of a hurt hand and a bleeding head away, no matter how briefly. For outside the window was...nothing. A sheet of blackness, unpierced by stars, lit only by the erratic running lights of the Talon--which had nothing to illuminate but bits of tumbling space debris, the twisted hulks of what might once have been vessels.
Either they were all about to die, or he was going to get a very good story out of this.
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