[Galaxy] Fwd: [Meridian] 2161.10.29 - CEO Duty Log - Cmdr Wang

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~~Meridian, Main Engineering ~~


In a strange way,  the loss of gravity was making Yue feel at home. It had 
taken her the better  part of her academy years to get used to a full 1.0 G 
of gravity, which the  old fashioned grav generators had never provided on 
her family's cargo ships.  She found herself floating along from station to 
station, pulling and pushing  herself along by various designed and impromptu 
handholds throughout the  bay.

"Eversam reports it will be at least ten minutes to bring the grav  
generator back online," Ensign Michaels told her as she came by for an  update.

Yue nodded. "And life support?"

"We're keeping up, by  and large, but oxygen levels are starting to fall on 
C-deck due to the  filtration system going down in the hull breach."

"Is DT on it  yet?"

"They're busy with the grav generator and EPS grid. The chief  said some 
help would be nice."

Yue nodded grimly. The news about  Corbett had filtered down to the heart 
of the ship along with other reports.  "I'll go take a look. It will be 
better than sitting here waiting and just  telling other people what to do for a 
change."


~~ C-deck  ~~


Five minutes later she was suited up and exploring the evacuated  
compartments. Fortunately, the damage looked like it could have been worse.  The 
breach started as a weakened hole, probably only a centimeter or so in  diameter 
that had been ripped wider by the rapidly escaping gasses in the  room, 
which was only an engineering access point anyway. ++ Looks like one  panel 
should be enough, ++ she said to the machinst's mate who had come along  with 
her.

++ Right. I'll order one right up. ++

Yue turned and  looked at the door to the filtration turbine access point, 
which happened to  be shut. She walked over and tried to open it, but felt a 
strong resistance on  the handle.

++ Was it jammed in the explosion? ++

++ Or it's  actually pressurized on the other side. Are we sure this whole 
section is  down? ++

++ Down or the sensors are malfunctioning, ++ the rating  replied. ++ You 
don't think...? ++

++ You focus on the hull in here.  I'll go check the filtration access 
B-deck. ++


~~~~


++  ... Doctor!! ... Doctor!! ... ++


The voice, he knew that voice. It  took all his will to concentrate, he was 
so tired and so cold, but that voice.  It was irritating and beautiful all 
at the same time. He drifted again, but  the voice it came back it was loud 
and angry. The words, he didn’t understand  the words, but the tone was 
unmistakable. It was a female voice that much he  could grasp.


++ ... medical team ... Doctor!! ...  ++



He was in agony; every part of him ached and felt as if it  was on fire. 
The voice it was yelling at him telling him to open his eyes. The  pain 
threatened to overwhelm him, but he was able to open his left eye only a  little, 
but it was enough to see her. She was in some kind of suit, but the  voice 
he knew it and knew it was her.


Yue thought she was seeing a  ghost or zombie coming to life in her arms as 
she pulled his "corpse" from the  turbine shaft. She had had the misfortune 
of seeing what the vacuum of space  did to a human body on several 
occasions, but never before seen someone take  what Stile had just endured and live. 
The entire surface of his exposed skin  was purple from the blood having 
been drawn to the surface. His eyes were  blood red like some kind of an 
alien, the pupils wide and dilated. 

But  despite it all, he was moving. It was mostly just the rolling of his 
head, the  subtle movement of extremities, but he was moving. ++ Corbett, you 
stubborn  wángbādán... ++ 

“What no kiss!” Corbett uttered then fell into  blackness.

++ Wang to medical. Corpsmen to engineering access B 4-114,  stat, and prep 
your hydrobaric chamber. Doctor Corbett isn't dead yet.  ++


~~~~~

Cmdr Yue "Moon" Wang
CEO/XO
FCL-06  Meridian
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