(Plot Log) Ancient History Pt. 2

Posted on Sunday 26 June 2016 @ 22:18 by Captain John "Apollo" Barstow, M.D.

Mission: Old, New Ship
Location: VS Tri'jema
Timeline: 460 AD
555 words - 1.1 OF Standard Post Measure

The assailant screamed as green blood oozed from the corners of his eyes. The Centurion dropped to his knees as the ship shook and the klaxon sounded, "Commander, engines are out, hull breaches on all decks and we are caught in the gravity of an Asteroid, report to the bridge!"

Thick, black acrid smoke filled the air as the corridors of the Tri'jema we're filled with the sounds of pained Screams and buzzes from electrical systems shorting out. Tal'Vin groaned as he pushed himself off the deck in the threshold between the corridor and bridge, “report,” he ordered and took a breath only to start coughing as his lungs and body rejected the tainted air.

tr'Ren grabbed the console and pulled herself up as she felt a familiar warmth from brood trickling down her arm and face. She moved her hands as quickly as she could as the hole in her shoulder burned and blinked her eyes, trying to clear her blurred vision, “we've crashed,” she stated simply.

Tal'vin gritted his teeth as he finally got from his knees to his feet, growling as a Sharpe pain hit him in the side of his chest, filling his mouth with the metallic taste of blood. He spat the green blood from his mouth and wiped his lips with the back of his hand as he stumbled to the command console at the Center of the bridge, “damage,” he growled and leaned heavily on the chard, twisted metal as plastics that had been his command station.

“The only systems that are still operational are the emergency stasis pods in the infirmary,” tr'Ren replied and slammed her fist against the console she was at, causing it to reluctantly display the internal sensors intermittently, “life signs....four remaining, including us,” she reported and hit the display a few more times, hoping it was a mistake, “last position puts using an asteroid field.....twelve lightyear off our assigned course.”

The Tri'jema Commander sighed and moved over to one of the bulkhead consoles, fighting against his lungs that were refusing air and returning blood in answer to his willing himself to breath. Static filled the screen as drops of green splashed against it. The image was nothing but darkness and jagged rock encasing the ship. With how far off course they we're along with being presumably buried in meters of rock Tal'Vin knew rescue before they died was doubtful, “set distress beacon and get to the infirmary, we'll extend our survival time in the pods.”

“The beacon won' t penetrate the the asteroids surface, even if they start looking for us they will need to have landed to know we're here!”

Tal'vin turned and glared at the woman, “do you have abetter idea or is it you would rather die like a Seklat youngling in the Forge, silent and forgotten?” he asked and turned, stumbling into the corridor without waiting for an answer.

tr'Ren spat out curses under her breath and wiped away green droplets from her own console, creating thin, green smears. She programmed the beacon to activate once there was any activity on the surface before shutting down all systems except for the pods in the infirmary and rushing out into the darkness, “this had better work or I will drag you to he'll with me in the afterlife.”