Dying isn't an option, unfortunatley. Pt.2

Posted on Sat Dec 24th, 2022 @ 12:54am by Lieutenant M'Tuuri Sh'iss [S'hib]

Mission: Season 6 : Episode 1: Circinus
Location: Deck 15 - Quarter's 12 S-O
Timeline: MD3 - 01h30 - 02h30
551 words - 1.1 OF Standard Post Measure

How long had it been now M'Tuuri thought, blinking at the ceiling as she lay on her neighbour's bed, everything was still spinning and the only thing grounding her to reality were her clawed toes digging into the thinly carpeted floor.

She tried to sit up, the oversized yellow jumpsuit she was now wearing tugging awkwardly on her frame.

"Fuck..." She slurred, blinking the darkened room into focus, the same power problems that plagued the light in her bathroom seemingly unable to power the lights in these quarters too.

Once finally sat up, her head slumped forward, threatening to drag the rest of her off the bed into a heap on the floor.

"Computer medical emergency..." She grumbled before squinting and looking up, suddenly remembering her predicament with avid annoyance.

But then her eyes caught something off to her left, dragging what little attention and focus she had to the window.

She wasn't sure at first what she was looking at. debris? parts of the ship? that much was obvious... but then it drifted further along until the shadow of the Elysium was lifted from its surface.

Then M'Tuuri looked away, trying to ignore the fact she had seen a child no more than five, its pained and confused expression frozen in place.

She didn't look back after that, knowing she'd see more bodies if she did.

Her mind didn't have long to dwell on this fact for long however as the floor, or seemingly the rest of the deck shifted suddenly down.

Adrenaline surged once more as she scrambled towards the door on instinct, finding herself leaning forward to offset the slight incline everything was now orientated at. All the while the hull around her groaned, a steady hum with the occasional reverb as something else came loose.

The door hissed as it tried to open, the last vestige of power in the system moving it but an inch before she was forced to shunt it the rest of the way open.

Now in the corridor, she realised just how much trouble she was in... everything to her right was gone, and she could see parts of the decks above and below beyond the flickering forcefield.

The damage was extensive, not even a direct hit from a quantum torpedo would cause this much structural failure.

and the corridor she was in was starting to peel away from the ship like dead skin.

atmosphere hissed from fractures as the walls of the corridor began to tilt, slanting over like a deck of cards. Air rushed through her fur, pulling past her and escaping out of the ever-failing forcefield ahead of her.

She would be joining the bodies in space if she didn't run, but where? there was a secondary forcefield down the other end of the corridor, she was trapped.

Panic ensued as she scoured the corridor for anything, nothing... the only Jefferies tube was already in the vacuum of space, its open and exposed tube just beyond the forcefield.

But that was it, that was her only out. A ruptured Jefferies tube in a vacuum with no guarantee there was a hatch on the other side that would open let alone close after.

This was it, she thought as the Elysium fell apart around her and the forcefield flickered offline.