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<blockquote data-quote="Capellan" data-source="post: 1386613" data-attributes="member: 6294">&quot;Blast Off!&quot; - Part 26With a cry of alarm, S'Ondra rushes to her foster-father's side.&nbsp; Crouching beside him, she quickly inspects the wound,&quot;Archie!&nbsp; First aid kit!&quot;A panel in the robot's side drops open, and a small white box tumbles into the Princess' outstretched hand.&nbsp; Working quickly, she flicks open the latch on the box and begins to pull out bandages, painkillers and antiseptic.&quot;Is the Doc okay?&quot; Fury twists in his seat to look back at the others, and instantly his eyebrows shoot up, as he finds himself effectively speaking to S'Ondra's shapely derriere.Leaning over Gustav, S'Ondra answers distractedly, without looking over her shoulder - which is probably just as well for Fury.&quot;He's unconscious, but it doesn't feel like there is any fracturing - he should come around again soon.&quot;&quot;I would recommend more antiseptic, Princess.&quot; Archie watches S'Ondra's progress, &quot;This environment is replete with germs.&quot;&quot;I've used quite enough -&quot; S'Ondra breaks off to curse as sweat drips from her forehead onto the Doctor's face, &quot;Is it getting hotter in here?&quot;&quot;Archie, leave the Princess to look after the Doc, and get over to the shields console.&quot; Fury snaps his attention back to the job of piloting the vessel, &quot;S'Ondra's right - the temperature gauge is going berserk, and I need to know what's going on.&quot;&quot;All shield displays are in the red, Captain.&quot; Archie reports in an efficient monotone, &quot;Protecting the bag is requiring more power than we can safely generate.&nbsp; It appears that the Doctor programmed the system to reduce protection for us, if this became necessary - that's why it is getting hotter - but they are very close to complete shut-down.&quot;&quot;Keep a stiff upper lip, old boy!&quot; Fury encourages the robot, completely oblivious to the fact that Archie has no lips, and even if he did, they would be made of metal, &quot;We're very close to being out of the atmosphere.&quot;&quot;Nonetheless, I would suggest haste, Captain.&quot;&quot;Thanks for the tip.&quot;The Pathfinder screams into the upper atmosphere, as Fury pushes the Xenon drive well beyond safe limits.&nbsp; The entire ship shakes from the strain, and S'Ondra has to tend to Gustav with only one hand, using the other to brace herself.&nbsp;&nbsp; Boom! The ship bucks suddenly, nearly throwing S'Ondra across the room once more.&nbsp; Even Fury, strapped into his pilot's seat, is thrown back and forth.&nbsp; Dozens of red lights come up on the ship's console as computer panels burst into flame, showering white-hot sparks across the cabin.&nbsp; S'Ondra throws herself across her foster-father, flinching as some of the sparks land near her face.&nbsp; Despite this, she makes no move to find protection for herself.&quot;Shield generators one, two and four are offline!&quot; Archie reports, amplifying his voice so that it can rise above the chaos in the cabin, &quot;Q-Drive is offline -&quot;&quot;Damn thing didn't work anyway!&quot; is Fury's rejoinder, &quot;We're out of the atmosphere, but at these velocities even space dust could tear that bag open.&nbsp; Can you get any extra power from generator three?&quot;The robot's metal fingers fly over the keyboard as he runs rapid-fire diagnostics,&quot;Not without diverting power from another system, Captain.&quot; Is his evaluation, &quot;Running analysis.&nbsp; Engine couplings to the shields are burned out, and engines themselves are at only seventy percent capacity.&nbsp; Waste reclamation is offline - I expect the multiplying germs will kill you all, shortly - and all power to the laboratory is offline.&quot;&quot;We've still got life support, right?&quot;&quot;You would be suffocating to death without it, Captain.&quot;&quot;Right.&nbsp; Everyone: get your helmets on!&quot; Fury fights to keep the Pathfinder stable as he talks, &quot;The internal tanks on our suits will give us air long enough to reach Earth and dump this stuff.&nbsp; Archie, will that be enough power?&quot;&quot;Disabling life support will be sufficient to maintain the shield on the bag.&quot; The robot responds, calmly, &quot;But shields on the cabin will be reduced to less than two percent of optimal strength.&quot;&quot;Which means?&quot;&quot;Don't let anything larger than space dust hit us, or we'll crack open like an egg.&quot;&nbsp;&quot;Thanks.&nbsp; That was refreshingly clear.&quot; Fury manages a weak smile as he snaps his helmet into place. &quot;You all suited up, Princess?&quot;&quot;I am.&quot;&quot;And the Doc's helmet is on, too?&quot;&quot;I did his first.&quot;Fury pauses in his course adjustments, then nods.&quot;Good work, Princess.&nbsp; Space Force could do with more like you.&quot;&quot;No doubt it could.&quot; Despite the indifference of her response, S'Ondra blushes slightly at the Captain's praise.&quot;Archie?&quot;&quot;Ready, Captain.&quot;Fury nods again.&quot;Do it, Archie.&nbsp; Disable life support.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Capellan, post: 1386613, member: 6294"] [b]"Blast Off!" - Part 26[/b] With a cry of alarm, S'Ondra rushes to her foster-father's side. Crouching beside him, she quickly inspects the wound, "Archie! First aid kit!" A panel in the robot's side drops open, and a small white box tumbles into the Princess' outstretched hand. Working quickly, she flicks open the latch on the box and begins to pull out bandages, painkillers and antiseptic. "Is the Doc okay?" Fury twists in his seat to look back at the others, and instantly his eyebrows shoot up, as he finds himself effectively speaking to S'Ondra's shapely derriere. Leaning over Gustav, S'Ondra answers distractedly, without looking over her shoulder - which is probably just as well for Fury. "He's unconscious, but it doesn't feel like there is any fracturing - he should come around again soon." "I would recommend more antiseptic, Princess." Archie watches S'Ondra's progress, "This environment is replete with germs." "I've used quite enough -" S'Ondra breaks off to curse as sweat drips from her forehead onto the Doctor's face, "Is it getting hotter in here?" "Archie, leave the Princess to look after the Doc, and get over to the shields console." Fury snaps his attention back to the job of piloting the vessel, "S'Ondra's right - the temperature gauge is going berserk, and I need to know what's going on." "All shield displays are in the red, Captain." Archie reports in an efficient monotone, "Protecting the bag is requiring more power than we can safely generate. It appears that the Doctor programmed the system to reduce protection for us, if this became necessary - that's why it is getting hotter - but they are very close to complete shut-down." "Keep a stiff upper lip, old boy!" Fury encourages the robot, completely oblivious to the fact that Archie has no lips, and even if he did, they would be made of metal, "We're very close to being out of the atmosphere." "Nonetheless, I would suggest haste, Captain." "Thanks for the tip." The [I]Pathfinder[/I] screams into the upper atmosphere, as Fury pushes the Xenon drive well beyond safe limits. The entire ship shakes from the strain, and S'Ondra has to tend to Gustav with only one hand, using the other to brace herself. [FONT=comic sans ms][color=red][size=24][b][i] Boom! [/i][/b][/size][/color][/font] The ship bucks suddenly, nearly throwing S'Ondra across the room once more. Even Fury, strapped into his pilot's seat, is thrown back and forth. Dozens of red lights come up on the ship's console as computer panels burst into flame, showering white-hot sparks across the cabin. S'Ondra throws herself across her foster-father, flinching as some of the sparks land near her face. Despite this, she makes no move to find protection for herself. "Shield generators one, two and four are offline!" Archie reports, amplifying his voice so that it can rise above the chaos in the cabin, "Q-Drive is offline -" "Damn thing didn't work anyway!" is Fury's rejoinder, "We're out of the atmosphere, but at these velocities even space dust could tear that bag open. Can you get any extra power from generator three?" The robot's metal fingers fly over the keyboard as he runs rapid-fire diagnostics, "Not without diverting power from another system, Captain." Is his evaluation, "Running analysis. Engine couplings to the shields are burned out, and engines themselves are at only seventy percent capacity. Waste reclamation is offline - I expect the multiplying germs will kill you all, shortly - and all power to the laboratory is offline." "We've still got life support, right?" "You would be suffocating to death without it, Captain." "Right. Everyone: get your helmets on!" Fury fights to keep the [i]Pathfinder[/I] stable as he talks, "The internal tanks on our suits will give us air long enough to reach Earth and dump this stuff. Archie, will that be enough power?" "Disabling life support will be sufficient to maintain the shield on the bag." The robot responds, calmly, "But shields on the cabin will be reduced to less than two percent of optimal strength." "Which means?" "Don't let anything larger than space dust hit us, or we'll crack open like an egg." "Thanks. That was refreshingly clear." Fury manages a weak smile as he snaps his helmet into place. "You all suited up, Princess?" "I am." "And the Doc's helmet is on, too?" "I did his [I]first[/I]." Fury pauses in his course adjustments, then nods. "Good work, Princess. Space Force could do with more like you." "No doubt it could." Despite the indifference of her response, S'Ondra blushes slightly at the Captain's praise. "Archie?" "Ready, Captain." Fury nods again. "Do it, Archie. Disable life support." [/QUOTE]

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