Raise the Alarm (Friday, Week 45, mid-afternoon)

[outer_authority]

[For those on the ship, the afternoon's calm is broken by the sudden wail of alarms, and the blooming glow of amber warning lights set in the ship's floor panels.

For those off the ship, the light display is absent, but the alarms still wail from the ship-linked communicators.

The ungodly racket is accompanied by a dispassionate feminine voice - those few who saw her before the crash might recognize the voice of Salvation's AI, though the message itself is recorded.]

Hostiles detected in corridor 83-alpha. Containment initiated. Dispatching security.

Comments

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[nodavinci]

We haven't seen any evidence of a functional security force. At least, not one that isn't buried under roughly a million tons of rubble.

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[erranthero]

Well, that's good. Means I get to sit tight till someone figures out how to turn off the kriffing alarm, right?

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[nodavinci]

The alarm's the easy part.

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[erranthero]

What sort of timeframe on that? And getting me out of here? You can leave grumpy if you want.

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[nodavinci]

That depends. How long can you hold your breath?

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[erranthero]

I can do the whole Force Trance thing for about a day. I'd rather not have to though.

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[nodavinci]

You can't always get what you want.

If we have to kill the power to that sector to get you out, you'll lose life support.

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[erranthero]

Give me a few minutes warning and I'll be ready.