Ensign Basilone: Gravity side down

[Alice Zim]

(( Corridor, Deck 6, USS Njörðr ))

Computer: ::Whistling:: Input confirmed. Gravitational realignment will begin in thirty seconds. Thirty, twenty-nine, twenty-eight...

Marshall: Gravity is going to flip back! Hold onto something and for the love of the village people, do not let go!

::Gravity wasn't the only thing that was about to flip. Joan's mind was threatening to flip as well. There were crablike creatures, immersed in that weird, thick mist, chasing them. And framing them on the other side was a forcefield enclosed breach, with literally hundreds of the crablike creatures visibly 'munching away' on the ship's hull. And now the computer was announcing that it was about to realign gravity, i.e., toss everything that was on the ceiling back on the floor. Joan was fairly sure that she was about to face death. She just wasn't sure how. Being crushed by 'gravitational realignment' seemed the best bet, though being chopped to death by the crab horde was a likely outcome as well. For the moment, mist suffocation and vacuum explosion were the dark horses in the race, but Joan wasn't ready to discount them yet.::

::Joan looked around, her line of sight sliding over a partially opened door and landing squarely on an upside down work station of some sort, slightly protruding from the corridor wall. If she had thought about it, she might have gone for the slightly open door. Instead, for whatever reason, her mind focused on the work station. She started to try to grapple it like protrusions on a rock climbing wall, but was hindered by the 'nickel bomb' she was carrying. Activating the bomb, Joan made an "Alohaʻo Maria" pass that would have made her Epa'ani playing brothers proud, straight at the approaching crabs. With that, Joan held on to the work station as tightly as she could.::

Computer: Gravitational realignment will begin in Four... Three... Two... One…

::The next thing Joan knew, she was on her back, looking straight up at the ceiling. Except now it was the ceiling. And there was a horde of mist covered crabs heading her way.::

::Joan sat up and immediately regretted it. Everything in her body was screaming in protest. Joan shoved all that aside, ready to scramble out of the way of the approaching crabs.::

::Except there were no approaching crabs or mist. Where the thick mist had been, now the corridor was filled with dissipating yellow vapor. The crabs were still there, though, but instead of advancing, all the crabs looked as if they had exploded from the inside.::

Basilone: o O How the blazes did that happen? O o

::Joan's thoughts were interrupted by the others around her.::

Tis: Commander Marshall? Sim? Basilone? Personal damage report.

::Joan looked over to see Carmen hobbling in her general direction. She also noticed that the other woman was talking in a normal tone of voice.::

Basilone: o O Hope that means she got her hearing back. O o

Basilone: Like someone needs to stop passing out ion mallets for everyone to work me over with.

Marshall: Response

::Joan hoped that her reply came out as whatever that French phrase she had heard once at the Academy, that meant being funny in the face of danger. She knew they were still in a perilous situation, but at least something had dealt with the crabs that had been about to attack them. She knew the group wasn't safe from the crabs on the other side of the force field, but at least the danger had been pushed back from imminent to "merely" pressing.

::Joan's thoughts were interrupted from a scream on the other side of her. She rolled over and instantly regretted the sudden movement. She saw the doctor looked to be checking himself out, favoring his left side. The cute little pup was on the floor beside him, looking worried::

Sim: I bet I look a treat right now.

::The little dog made a yap in reply, which put a smile on Joan's face.::

Sim: Carmen? Joan? Jo? A little help here, if you please.

Basilone: Coming. 

::The young officer slowly got to her feet, wishing she knew some Shakespeare or other playwright to misquote right now. Patting herself down, Joan found that she still had her tricorder, but the PADD she had been carrying was gone.::

Basilone: o O Probably crab food by now O o

Marshall/Sim: Response

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Ensign Joan Basilone
Science Officer
USS Gorkon
G239603JB0