Lt. Gnaxac - T-T-Time

[Genkos Adea]

((Main Engineering, Deck 16, USS Gorkon))

Borg Cube: =/\= Resistance is futile. You will be assimilated. =/\=

To say that Gnaxac was bricking it was an understatement - he’d bricked it so much one was able to construct a small lean-to from his emissions. That cold, emotionless statement had caused every nerve in his body to contort, every drop of yellow blood to retreat as far inland as it could, causing him to look like a pale husk of his normal self. 

Then there was the rocking and the explosions - every hit from the Borg cube set off their sparking consoles, and Gnaxac’s hands were covered in tiny burns where he’d refused to let go. However, he was working hard, his sleeves either rolled up or partially burned away, trying to tighten every loose end and reconnect their damned warp core.

Reynolds: =/\= Engineering, what’s the status on the warp drive? =/\=

Gnaxac tapped his badge with his teeth set together.

Gnaxac: =/\= We’re g-g-g-getting there Admiral, but unless you can avoid power, we might lose it altogether =/\=

zh'Tisav / Finch: =/\= Response =/\=

Reynolds: =/\= All indications from up here are that we can outrun them—if we can get it back online. =/\=

Gnaxac let out a derisive snort at the idea they couldn’t get it back. The engineering team of the Gorkon could do anything, given enough time.

Gnaxac: =/\= If you c-c-can get us time, we c-c-can get you warp. =/\=

zh'Tisav / Finch: =/\= Response =/\=

The Admiral signed off and the Ferengi looked over at his colleagues.

Gnaxac: Right…?

zh'Tisav / Finch: Response 

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Lieutenant Gnaxac

Engineer

USS Gorkon

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