= Holosuite 2, Andor =
S'Hran (NPC) was up on his feet giving orders to his crew, "Casstillo work
on getting the holosuite doors open." S'Hran ordered as he continued
checking on the crew making sure none of them were heavily injured.
Charly jumped up and moved to the exit. Smoke was slowly filling the
room making it hard to see and even harder to breath. He stood in
front of the door and frowned when he realized he had no idea what he
was doing. 'Uhhhhh???", he coughed back towards the Tellarite.
"There must be some sort of emergency switch", he mumbled to himself
as he frantically looked around.
The Tellarite scientist walked over to where Callisto was locating the
panel that had all the circuits for the door, "I need some light." The
Tellarite said as he started fumbling around trying to locate the
manual override for the door, "ah there she is." The Tellarite said as
he activated the manual override, "alright we can try pushing the door
open." The Tellarite said to Callisto.
"On Three", Charly said leaning against the door and counting down. A
few seconds later, and with much effort the entrance finally gave way
causing the Lieutenant to lose his footing and slip face first to the
floor.
"Ouch", he grumbled as he staggered to his feet only to realize once
he'd wiped the sweat from his brow, that what he thought was just some
sort of malfunction or explosion in the one holosuite was actually a
much larger event that had caused death and destruction throughout the
entire facility. "My God", Charly looked back at S'Hran, taking a few
steps down the hallway, "What happened", he said not really expecting
an answer.
help the wounded and then figure out what happened." The Andorian
Commander said. S'Hran then stepped into the hallway looking around
knowing that they needed to get out of the building the explosion
probably caused some structural damage. "Alright we move to get out of
the building and we grab any survivors on the way out." S'Hran said
changing the plan a little.
"Yeah...whatever", Castillo said immediately heading in the direction
of the nearest exit. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted a man
whose legs seemed to have been melted off, groaning in pain. His
first reaction was to ignore him, but after taking a few more steps he
paused, sighed, rolled his eyes and turned back to help.
making his way back to the exit.
--
Clocks slay time... time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.
William Faulkner
