by Soyvolon | Score: 3350
"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.