Die Writing

Green fog, part 2

Posted in Uncategorized by erdaron on November 20, 2010


The exciting conclusion to this!


It’s hot, so hot in here… sweat is pouring down the young lieutenant’s face. In this heat, you might start seeing things even without the radiation leak. Wipe your eyes and keep running.  Don’t think, just run. The sequence of ladders and corridors has been so drilled into his mind, he could probably find his way blind-folded. Train, train, train… so that even on the worst of days, you could still find your way. Wipe your eyes and keep running.

Did someone dart across the corridor ahead of him? Not possible… anyone left behind in engineering would be long dead by now…

The door to the engine room. The secondary control panel is ten paces to the left. Strange, not as hot in here. There is a beautiful fountain of sparks down the hall, filling the space in a magnificent, slow dance. Not as hot in here, not as hot…

Lift the cover, insert the stick with the override codes, and begin the shut-down. Once the core is cold, we can return and reprogram the local computer, restore communication with the bridge. Start diagnostics on the containment shields.

“Good job, lieutenant,” said the deck chief, coming around the corner in a radiation suit. He got out of sick bay fast? Must have found a suit in one of the science shuttles. Why is it getting so cold in here? Re-run hull integrity diagnostics just to be sure. Hard to breathe in here, pressure must be dropping.

“Truly, outstanding!” The deck chief smiles ear to ear, gives the lieutenant a hug. Back in the hallway – more crewmen running past, off somewhere with toolbags. The core must be cooling down!

“Pressure… there is a hull leak…” The lieutenant warns them, but no one listens. He turns around, starts jogging back. Everyone passing him pats him on the back, smiles ear to ear. Around every turn – more people. Now they’re just cheering on him.

“Great job, LT!”

“You got it, mate! You got the core!”

Everyone is laughing, cheering, saluting him. Hugging him, patting him on the back. Can’t anyone else notice how cold it is in here? There’s a hull leak… oxygen is getting low… no one seems to notice. Half the crew must be in this hallway now, it’s so damn crowded. The lieutenant keeps running, keeps bumping into people. So damn crowded.

“Hey, we got it,” says the deck chief, smiling ear to ear. He even got the radiation suit off. “The core is secure and we got that leak. Take a load off, LT.” The deck chief takes him by the shoulder, sits him down on a bench near the stairs. Someone wraps a blanket around him, sticks a cup of coffee in his hands. Everything is a bit hazy from all this running. The lieutenant looks up along the staircase, at the final bulkhead door, which is locked.

“I guess I got it,” he smiles to himself. “I guess I got it.”

His eyes closed, he lowers himself on the bench. “I got it,” he murmurs, falling asleep.

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