"2C2 that's the astrometric lab, that you're in right now. Get your ass out of there." Thoria Panicked. "I'll find another console and keep you updated." Finn said, already running to the airlock. "Computer emergency evacuation access for this airlock." Due to the lockdown protocol being active, the system remained silent. "Don't do this to me." Fynn panicked, reaching for the emergency release. But at first it didn't seem to Move. "Damn it. Obsolete Tellarian tech." The door opened and Finn rushed through it, just moments before the structural field of the Astrometric lab collapsed. Ripping big chunks of it apart and creating an EPS blowout in a console near him.
With the EPS blowout nearby, Fynn noticed the acrid smell of burnt circuits. He hurriedly approached the malfunctioning console, his movements precise despite the chaos around him.
With practiced hands, he began to reroute power to stabilize the EPS manifold. "Come on, today is not my Monday" his focus unwavering as he worked to prevent further damage. After a tense moment, the console flickered back to life.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Fynn glanced around the damaged area, assessing the situation. Despite the danger, he remained calm and focused, determined to find a solution to the crisis at hand.
"Nuria, do you copy?" Fynn spoke into his communicator, hoping for a response. Static crackled in his ear, but there was no reply. Undeterred, Fynn knew he had to continue his efforts to restore order to the station.
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Unknown Anomaly
Fiksi IlmiahA young Fleet Lieutenant is sent to an old Federation outpost, that used to be inactive, however, it aparently i not
