Smoking Spaceships
by Soyvolon | Score: 3350
The headlamp on my head barely cut through the crowded corridor of the ship. The lights had flickered and died sometime in the past few minutes, but I doubt anyone here knows exactly when that occurred. The thick black smoke that fills this part of our ship obstructs everything not directly in front of my spacesuit as I work my way towards the engine room. I'm two junctions away when I nearly step on a body slouched up against the support beams.
"Let me help with that," I said, moving to help my fellow engineer as she wedged a plastic hairbrush into the exposed wiring of the wall.
"Nope, leave me alone with this, they need more help further down with the primary conductors," she replied, continuing to move the hairbrush around while most likely fixing the power conduit to this sector.
I proceeded to move further up the corridor as marine rushes by, barely even paying attention to where he runs as he rambles over the comlink in his helmet. The ion storm we wound up caught in seems to be intensifying if the shuddering of the ship is any indication. The metal supports holding up the corridors will splinter if too much stress is applied to them and its not looking like the ship is going to make it out of this storm for a while yet.
I cross into the boundary of the engine room, the smog billowing around me like ghostly wisps in the black of space. Except if I was in space that would be much worse than my current situation, so I can at least stand the smoke.
"Let me help with that," I said, moving to help my fellow engineer as she wedged a plastic hairbrush into the exposed wiring of the wall.
"Nope, leave me alone with this, they need more help further down with the primary conductors," she replied, continuing to move the hairbrush around while most likely fixing the power conduit to this sector.
I proceeded to move further up the corridor as marine rushes by, barely even paying attention to where he runs as he rambles over the comlink in his helmet. The ion storm we wound up caught in seems to be intensifying if the shuddering of the ship is any indication. The metal supports holding up the corridors will splinter if too much stress is applied to them and its not looking like the ship is going to make it out of this storm for a while yet.
I cross into the boundary of the engine room, the smog billowing around me like ghostly wisps in the black of space. Except if I was in space that would be much worse than my current situation, so I can at least stand the smoke.