Tallas's Perspective:
A blue fist connected brutally with the bulkhead, anger venting itself through her arms even as it dulled the pain emanating from her hand.
Tallas's growl was quiet, but anyone in the vicinity was wise enough to give the Weapon's Officer a wide berth as they went about their business.
The turbo-lifts were down, they had held up for a while even after the battle was finished. But for some reason the blasted thing wouldn't power up.
"You!" she beckoned at a nearby repair worker who was busy with a plasma torch.
"Yes Ma'am?" the crewman cut the power to his tool, and with another gloved hand lifted his protective visor.
Tallas drew herself to full stature, purposefully creating an imposing image to the young Ensign.
"I want the turbo-lifts on decks eight through two repaired in an hour." Her voice carried itself with imperious dignity.
"I'm sorry Sir but the Chief engineer told me if I didn't repair this junction I'd be busted down to cadet."
The boy's eyes seemed groveling enough, but she wasn't in the mood for generosity.
"And I'm telling you that if these lifts aren't repaired in one hour, your rank won't be the only thing busted."
The kids eyes widened, and a split second later he was scrambling towards the lift's doors.
Tallas smirked as she continued her swagger down the halls, there was nothing like showing a subordinate their proper place, it almost made taking the ladder worth it…
Shran's Perspective:
It was fortunate the brig had been damaged, even if only slightly so. Shran's hands were inside the wall, reconnecting various wirings beyond the panel he had finally pried open. That mutinous piece of-, the blue hands stilled as he calmed himself down, he would need to keep a clear head if he wanted to get out of this alive. But anyway, the point was that Tarah was daft enough to stick in some primitive metal bars after the glass had shattered, and still think it was secure. A commanding officer never made those mistakes twice, and Shran was going to prove it. If only the damn thing would just-, a whirring noise started up overhead, before quietly shutting off, taking with it the lights, and gradually spreading across the entire floors power grid.
The force field shimmered, before snapping into thin air. Shran hurriedly reconfigured some more wires, there wasn't much time before this was detected and fixed, most probably with a bullet in his head. Nevertheless, a feral grin worked its way across his features, payback was going to be sweet…