ILLUMINARRPG: (-30- 0700)- Lieutenant Able Breckinridge

[Charles Gatling]

Mission:  Death in the Shadows
Day: -30
Stardate: 2446.01.01

(Altair IV- Orbit - Defensive Station 7 -  Bridge- Lieutenant Able
Breckinridge- 0700)

~Mufala Skorsi is the real winner.~ Able looked over the bridge as he
considered the next move. Operations had been picking up steam since
replacing Commander Hardy. Two more bays had been converted over and
research was going well. That was as much as they could do since opening up
more would cut into their available supplies.

 His reverie was interrupted by a sudden flashing alert lamp and the
sounding of the klaxon. "What is that?"

 "Energy buildup in Cargo Bay 4. Going critical."

"Shut down power to the bay."

"I tried. It's not on our system."

Able's blood ran cold. That bay housed unarmed warheads!

"Decompress and flush ...."

The order wasn't completed in time. The station bucked and pitched suddenly
throwing one standing officer to the floor, the other was flung into a
wall. Able himself saw stars as his face slammed into the control panel. He
numbly felt a wetness flowing down over his mouth as he tried to regain his
senses. A hand went to his mouth and came away bloody. He needed a compress
he realized suddenly as he tried sucking in a breath through his nose and
could feel the liquid in it. ~Bloody nose.~

"Damage report!"

"Cargo bays 3 and 4 offline. Hull damage on decks 5 through 8 and venting
atmosphere."

"Seal off those areas!"

"Sir cargo bays 2 through 5 are gone."

"Open a channel to the other stations."

"Ready."

"This is Commander William Hardy, platform 7. We have had an explosion
aboard. Loss of structural integrity and venting atmosphere. Assistance is
required."

~What the hell happened? The explosives in that bay weren't armed. Who
could have?~

Then his blood ran cold. The real Commander Hardy had been kept sedated
secretly in cargo bay 5. If he had managed to escape...

"Rerouting power. Compromised areas are sealed off."

=^= Station 7 we are sending over teams to help with your damage control.
ETA 10 minutes.=^=

Breckinridge was trying to stop the flow of blood from his nose with his
left hand pinching the capillaries at the base as his right hand operated
the console. Everything they had been doing was now lost along with the
scientists. He didn't have time right now to stop and curse. He would do so
later in private.

He and Outrider 1 were now alone on the station and there would be an
investigation into the event. What had looked so promising was now blown
all to hell.

~Great, just bloody great!~

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(Posted by Charles G)










Charles Gatling
Commanding Officer
USS Illuminar
NCC 61240


"The light shines brightest amidst the deepest darkness."
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