Re: Mission 5: Amaya's Gate
She was... she was...
Miharu-Heisho covered her face with her palm, moving as if in a daze. Yuzuki's head was ringing. The snap and pop of disconnected or ruptured power lines loomed over her head, and crackled out from behind the bulkhead covers. The distinct smell of their burning filled her nostrils. If she hadn't been acclimated to it, by now, she would have choked on it. There was no denying, at this point, that the ship was on its very last leg - no sense, now, in trying to make the assemblies in engineering work properly anymore. Everything that she could do, to keep them up and running, had been done - at this point, the Hoshi was infinantely more combat capable.
She left the engineers belowdecks, or those of them that still remained; stepping into the armor bay, Yuzuki took a few seconds to assess the situation, wearing a grim expression that was becomming regular. She stood in the accessway for a few seconds, looking at the group that had assembled, then at the equipment.
Eventually, she stated dryly, "Storage won't do it any good. Let me take a look at it."
She was... she was...
Miharu-Heisho covered her face with her palm, moving as if in a daze. Yuzuki's head was ringing. The snap and pop of disconnected or ruptured power lines loomed over her head, and crackled out from behind the bulkhead covers. The distinct smell of their burning filled her nostrils. If she hadn't been acclimated to it, by now, she would have choked on it. There was no denying, at this point, that the ship was on its very last leg - no sense, now, in trying to make the assemblies in engineering work properly anymore. Everything that she could do, to keep them up and running, had been done - at this point, the Hoshi was infinantely more combat capable.
She left the engineers belowdecks, or those of them that still remained; stepping into the armor bay, Yuzuki took a few seconds to assess the situation, wearing a grim expression that was becomming regular. She stood in the accessway for a few seconds, looking at the group that had assembled, then at the equipment.
Eventually, she stated dryly, "Storage won't do it any good. Let me take a look at it."