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

[standsentinel]

I'm not sure if he's used to not wearing his underpants on his head, frankly.

{If one looks closely, one may be able to detect, even through text, that Major Alenko is slightly peeved. A little.]

We've got one arrogant jackass in a jackass-proof box at the moment. Unfortunately, Kerra's in there with him, so I'm going to find Stark and see if he could use a hand getting them out again.

[femshep]

Pretty sure we've got a jackass-proof Kerra too. So deep breaths, Alenko. And let me know if I need to start heading your way.

[standsentinel]

I think we've got enough people to handle the tech side, but if you want to show up for the idiot extraction phase, there could be some choice pointing and laughing opportunities.

[femshep]

I'm too far off. Unless you needed me, it wouldn't be worth the trip.

I expect a report back on how the hell it went, though.

[standsentinel]

Then I think we got this one. Find one of the Poseidon bars and I'll even buy the first round while I fill you in.

[femshep]

Roger.