As the alarm sounded throughout the ship and the ship continued its steady, light shaking, Jet received the notification via his datapad that the problem had occurred in the engineering sector of the ship. Details were non-existent; a sign that the bridge crew itself couldn't find what was going on. In the launch bay, and other sectors of the ship, the marines followed the orders of the captain, remaining at their stations, their nervous eyes glancing back and forth, but no signs of panic yet. If it was anything Nepleslians were used to, it was a crisis caused by an explosion.
The lights, which bathed everything in red, began to flicker on and off. For the moment, their energy was steady enough to keep them operational.
Istvan lifted his eyes to the darkened corridor walls. "Now what? Men! Get ready for launch, some of you guard the pipes... There may be on-ship action. I wish I was in a Water....
The marines around Istvan groaned. "We know that, jackass," One piped up from the back. "But we may have to shoot some shit ON our ship instead." Obviously, he hadn't heard the second part of Istvan's statement.
Istvan lets loose a torrent of angry Russian, "You fucking idiot," he said once he had calmed down. "You will listen, or I will shoot you myself. This is not the place for smart-aleck remarks. As I said before some of you guard the launch tubes. Adrian has an in-ship squad. We are here for EXTERNAL threats. First man who breaks orders I shoot myself." Istvan's head hurt... he wasn't thinking clearly as he should be... He didn't have his edge.
"Yeah right, rookie," came the reply from the back, which was then replaced by an "OOF" sound as someone else slugged him in the stomach. "What the fuck was that for, man!? Private here thinks he runs the show!" "Shut up, assfuck! At least he's doing SOMETHING!" Some of the marines had been inspired by the hard-talking man's take-charge attitude.
Adrian ran quickly down the hall, a large group of marines behind him. He saw Jet up ahead and yelled. "Oi! What's up, man!" He got beside the man, easily keeping pace. "You know what the fuck is going on?" A couple of the marines behind them exchanged greetings and what-not. "Listen up, Marines, I want four of you kids ready to pull wounded out of there and bring them down to the medbay. Understood?"
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Jet was already armed and heading toward engineering with a briskness to his step. He pulled out the datapad and sent out priority security message to the marines to meet him in the corridor outside engineering on the double. A few had already gathered and were following him down there. "A breach in engineering, great just what we need. I bet it's an Elysian trick," he said to himself and added to the message. "Don't bring armors either we can't risk damaging that section of the ship more than it is."
Jet looked at Adrian. "All I know is there's trouble in engineering and the guys on the bridge can't determine the details so I want all of you to be on your toes." He said to both Adrian and the marines following them. "Don't got shooting randomly either there's some delicate shit down there."
As the group ran to the NSS Alliance engineering sector, they came across a large, sealed metal door.
"Shit a blast shutter's closed." Jet let out and looked over it to see if he could disengage it, if he couldn't their fastest route there was sealed. "fuck..."
Adrian smiled, mentally making a note to thank the marines who had helped him out. An extra shot or two of morphine should do it. He acknowledged Jet with a nod and stopped as he came to the heavy door. "Damn. Jet, can we see whether not there's a hull breach behind that?" He doubted there was, but was used to seeing such doors come down in that sort of event, at least in movies.
Fortunately, the control panel next to the door was operational, but required clearance in order to override the security protection installed by the ship.
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Istvan nodded. "Good," he said, "we are Soldiers, not warriors. Now is not the time for being cowboys. Now is not the time for heroics. Now is NOT the time for challenging of orders. We are a well oiled machine. You, you, you, you. Guard the tubes. You, you, you, you, you, you, get ready for launch to guard the ship. Over lapping fire control, guard the men to either side as well as yourself. Keep your eyes open,â€