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From: joward13@yahoo.com<BR>To: meridian@firstera.net<BR>Sent: 10/29/2011
3:08:08 P.M. Eastern Daylight Time<BR>Subj: [Meridian] 2161.10.29 - CEO Duty
Log - Cmdr Wang<BR></DIV>
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size=2 face=Arial>~~Meridian, Main Engineering ~~<BR><BR><BR>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.<BR><BR>"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.<BR><BR>Yue nodded. "And life support?"<BR><BR>"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."<BR><BR>"Is DT on it
yet?"<BR><BR>"They're busy with the grav generator and EPS grid. The chief
said some help would be nice."<BR><BR>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."<BR><BR><BR>~~ C-deck
~~<BR><BR><BR>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.<BR><BR>++ Right. I'll order one right up. ++<BR><BR>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.<BR><BR>++ Was it jammed in the explosion? ++<BR><BR>++ Or it's
actually pressurized on the other side. Are we sure this whole section is
down? ++<BR><BR>++ Down or the sensors are malfunctioning, ++ the rating
replied. ++ You don't think...? ++<BR><BR>++ You focus on the hull in here.
I'll go check the filtration access B-deck. ++<BR><BR><BR>~~~~<BR><BR><BR>++
... Doctor!! ... Doctor!! ... ++<BR><BR><BR>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.<BR><BR><BR>++ ... medical team ... Doctor!! ...
++<BR><BR><BR><BR>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.<BR><BR><BR>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. <BR><BR>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... ++ <BR><BR>“What no kiss!” Corbett uttered then fell into
blackness.<BR><BR>++ Wang to medical. Corpsmen to engineering access B 4-114,
stat, and prep your hydrobaric chamber. Doctor Corbett isn't dead yet.
++<BR><BR><BR>~~~~~<BR><BR>Cmdr Yue "Moon" Wang<BR>CEO/XO<BR>FCL-06
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