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Posted on Fri Nov 18th, 2022 @ 8:06am by Lieutenant Commander Aurelia Taylor
Edited on on Fri Nov 18th, 2022 @ 8:26am

Mission: Season 6 : Episode 1: Circinus
Location: The Tea House
Timeline: Present
702 words - 1.4 OF Standard Post Measure

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Lia had felt Gary leave, but as she wasn't on duty for a few hours yet she simply turned over and attempted to go back to sleep. Then all hell broke out, as she flew out from the bed and slammed into the wall. "Computer lights!" No response, "Computer, lights!" Still no response, "For fuck's sake, what the hell is going on?" She slowly got up checking herself for injuries, *No brakes or pain, that's a plus* she thought. Moving swiftly to her cupboard she found a spare uniform, glancing at the replicator she noted it was also inoperative.

Getting dressed in the dark took time, and Lia couldn't tell if she was dressed correctly. *Where's the fucking little torch when you want it?* She searched and found the torch, switching it on showed her the mess the Tea house was in. "Holy shit, did we hit something or is it the other way round?" she muttered to herself. Then she turned the light on to her body, *Uniform on correctly, make up looking not to bad. Hair?? Fuck the hair, just brush it girl* she thought.

Once she was satisfied she was dressed for duty, Lia made for the door. Only it didn't open, "Bollocks!! What else can go wrong?" She said out loud in frustration, stepping back she flashed the torch around the Tea house looking for something to open the doors with. Under the sink in the kitchen lay a small iron bar, "Where the hell did this come from?" Lia said under her breath, but picked it up and headed back to the doors. Sticking it between the doors, she now maneuvered it back and forth until......"Bingo, doors open!!" she said happily.

Moving into the corridor didn't seem like a good idea once she looked around, lights were out and doors and turbolifts seemed out of action. *Looks like I'll be going old school and using the Jefferies tubes to get to the bridge* she thought. Moving along the corridor slowly as the ship seemed tilted, Lia finally found an access panel for a Jefferies tube. *Now where do you lead to?* she considered.

Yanking the panel off, she got down and entered the tube. It was dark and the aroma emanating around her didn't fill her with confidence. She held the torch in her mouth, the standard arm mounted ones having failed after about two seconds. she reached a junction with an upward and a downward choice. A filthy brown liquid seemed to flow below her and the stink made her mind up. *We're going up my girl* she decided. Climbing slowly, Lia glanced about to check nothing untoward was about to attack her, *Still no comms, wish I knew what the fuck has happened* she thought to herself.

It took her some time to find another tube to enter, but she did finally find one. Climbing in she sat and took a well-earned rest. *Where the fuck am I?* she wondered. Using the torch, she found a marker, "Oh would you look at that, I've made deck two. Not far to go now, but which way?" Lia spoke out loud to help her think, plus it helped her not to feel too alone. *I wonder how Gary is getting on?* she suddenly thought. Moving on, she now kicked another panel away to enter the corridor. Looking around didn't fill her with confidence, the corridor was in a bad state. Perhaps even worse than the one she started from, *Deep breath and buck up girl, upwards and onwards* she decided.

Lia had found it strange that she had come across nobody else, that put her on edge. But her duty station was on the bridge, and one way or another she was going to get there. Another panel was wrecked as Lia smashed it off and climbed into the Jefferies tube behind it. A short distance and an upward tube hopefully lead to the bridge, she began to climb. She could now hear voices, and approached the sound slowly. Behind this panel she could clearly hear voices, a quick check showed it to be deck one. *Ok, kick off this panel and lets see*

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