Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2015 13:57:24 GMT -8
Diran had barely made it to Deck 18 on his way to main security, when and almighty crash resonated, followed by a dull thus and then nothing. He had no idea just how long he had been on the floor when once again his eyes fluttered open. The corridor was now bathed in red and it soon became blatantly obvious that they were under attack. He also knew what he should be doing now, at least deep down, but his mind had yet to catch up with his body. Heavy smoke also filled the corridor, stinging his eyes as he attempted to focus on what was going on around him. Breathing heavily, he knew he would need to inspect whatever wounds he had inevitably picked up, but first he should try and stand. Yes, that would be for the best, stand up, orientate and be quick about it!
That was easier said than done though, as after using the bulkhead to pull himself up, a feeling of dizziness and nausea washed over him. He put a hand to the sorest part of his head, pulling it back to reveal blood. It didn't seem to be all that serious right now, but then it wasn't as if he had time to dwell on what was a fairly minor injury. Adrenaline had a lot to answer for though, so he would likely feel it more later. For now though, he had a job to do.
As he began to think a little more clearly, or as much as he could when he wanted to throw up, it became obvious that they were under attack from some possibly unknown entity. The hows and whys didn't matter him though, what did was the screaming coming from further down the corridor, as well as the sound of groaning metal. Has they been attacked so suddenly that they had failed to get the shields up in time?
Although shaky at first, Diran was now perhaps running purely on adrenaline as he pushed his way through the red haze, the smoke causing him to cough as he squinted, he followed the voices toward his fellow crew. Several already appeared dead, but some still yet lived. There were injured among them, and it was clear that they were attempting to leave the area in as a calm a manner as they possibly could. Among them was Haywood, who it seemed had also survived relatively minor injuries for the time being. His fellow ensign seemed relieved that Diran had survived and made it to assist what was undoubtedly an evacuation. He didn't need to be told why either as the groaning became louder and more urgent. All he could do now was allow Haywood to help the injured and assist with leading as many as they could to the Jeffries Tube out of the section. That was, if he could stop himself from 'evacuating' his lunch.
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That was easier said than done though, as after using the bulkhead to pull himself up, a feeling of dizziness and nausea washed over him. He put a hand to the sorest part of his head, pulling it back to reveal blood. It didn't seem to be all that serious right now, but then it wasn't as if he had time to dwell on what was a fairly minor injury. Adrenaline had a lot to answer for though, so he would likely feel it more later. For now though, he had a job to do.
As he began to think a little more clearly, or as much as he could when he wanted to throw up, it became obvious that they were under attack from some possibly unknown entity. The hows and whys didn't matter him though, what did was the screaming coming from further down the corridor, as well as the sound of groaning metal. Has they been attacked so suddenly that they had failed to get the shields up in time?
Although shaky at first, Diran was now perhaps running purely on adrenaline as he pushed his way through the red haze, the smoke causing him to cough as he squinted, he followed the voices toward his fellow crew. Several already appeared dead, but some still yet lived. There were injured among them, and it was clear that they were attempting to leave the area in as a calm a manner as they possibly could. Among them was Haywood, who it seemed had also survived relatively minor injuries for the time being. His fellow ensign seemed relieved that Diran had survived and made it to assist what was undoubtedly an evacuation. He didn't need to be told why either as the groaning became louder and more urgent. All he could do now was allow Haywood to help the injured and assist with leading as many as they could to the Jeffries Tube out of the section. That was, if he could stop himself from 'evacuating' his lunch.
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