By ChaosEternus
Thanks to LONA of the BSGWS for Beta'ing this fic for me.
Chapter 4The next day I was abruptly shaken out of my bed by the biggest rumble I ever felt, it certainly beat the 6.0 I had felt in Los Angeles one year whilst on holiday with my mother.
The ship shook as if grabbed with a mighty hand, as if tossed adrift into the heart of a triple-header. At that point I wondered if it was up, if a mighty wall of flame was about to come tearing up the ship to our guarded quarters, if the air was about to be sucked out into the vacuum of space…
Actually, I had been wondering this for several minutes. A warship prepping for combat is a little hard to miss, what with the alarms, the shifts in lighting, the rumbling of many running feet as personnel surged across the ship, hurrying to their alert stations…
A ship prepping for battle could never be described as subtle, not for the bigger vessels anyway.
The worst thing was actually the sense of helplessness. We were military officers and we were cooped up during an obvious crisis, not allowed to leave our generously sized quarters to help in anyway.
Actually, that had me a little worried in other ways.
I wasn't blind.
In fact, my eyesight was abnormally acute.
I could easily see the signs of long-term occupancy.This room not so long ago had held far more people than it currently did.
In fact, if I was any judge, there had been a full squadron's worth of people in here plus room for a few spare and support pilots.
That was worrying, especially since the ship we were on appeared not only to be a carrier but on Combat Operations. No one drops a full squadron from a carrier on Combat Operations if they can avoid it. It's virtual suicide!
"Boss?" Donally chose this time to break me from my increasingly morbid thoughts, a worried frown on his face as he nodded towards the door. "It sounded like the guard just hit the door, hard, sir"
Well, I might have the sight but Donally had the Ears and Dafydd had pure instinct for anything engineering so if the 'Ears' said our guard was down, then the guard was down.
And if so, we needed to try to get him some assistance.
Quickly diving from our scattered positions across the room we trampled our way to the airlock, Dafydd taking the lead, quickly figured out how to bypass the simple lock that been added to the door.
We found out quickly Donally was right. The guard was down, having been propelled into the wheel of the airlock with some force.
We did what we could for him, but none of us had more than Field Medics' qualifications. We were no doctors and this man needed serious medical help.
We were aboard a warship in combat, still didn't speak the language and had somebody in need of serious medical attention, what else could go wrong?
I knew as soon as I thought it, that I was tempting fate.
I was right.
A panel down the corridor exploded, sending fire gushing with a whomph into the corridor.
Ah yes, that was what was needed.
Damn you, Murphy, you Irish bastard.
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