Lt. Blackwell - Dodge
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((Bridge, USS Rahuba))
As Rue caught up with the commander and Renot, she was managing to steady herself.
In truth, at this point, her emotions had wandered some where else. She could’t even call herself panicked, or numb, but more of a strange absence of feelings.
It was simply one step forward, over every single obstacle. She’d deal with any feelings later.
And now they had an explosion to deal with, with potentially catastrophic results if they were not careful.
Blackwell: I’ll check the status of the evacuations, and make sure we
are all secure.
She did just that, gathering the reporting she had missed while she had her little excursion with an evacuee that was infused with a toxin that brought out the absolute worst instincts.
DeVeau: Good. Renot, find out what the heck is going on. Information
about the explosions, size of the shockwave, stat.
Blackwell: Everything we can find out will help me plot out a trajectory to get us out of here safely.
Or as safe as she could manage. Explosions, shockwaves, surges of energy - all were bad for the health of a ship.
Renot: ?
DeVeau: Blackwell, transport as many people as you can, hold them in the
buffer if that’s what it takes, I want them *all* safe. Renot, got info
for me?
She only nodded while she focused on pushing up the transports - it was difficult, but necessary - and at least it was going well. She was getting the evacuees moving and into every nook and cranny she could fit them in - for now, so long as they were on the ship, they were safe.
Blackwell: We are almost done Commander -
Renot: ?
DeVeau: Send extra security to the cargo bay, and as soon as transports
are done, get us out of range. This needs to happen in a minute and a
half.
She - almost- wanted to make a joke of how they could go at a leisurely pace but at the moment, any verbal skills she could have utilized were committed to communicating to the individuals in security and the transport zones to keep things moving.
then the moment she was hoping for the last one. She checked. And rechecked. Against every manifest she could as fast as she could, while the seconds counted down - the computer confirmed all accounted for.
Blackwell: Commander - we are good. Putting in a course to get us out of here.
She said it calmly, and focused on plotting the course out of the area as fast as possible. As far as she was considered - this was Dodge, and they were getting the hell out.
A thought she left unspoken as at the moment - she didn’t have time to explain.
DeVeau/Renot:
Blackwell: We are going to make it commander ::She said with determination in her voice - moving the Rahuba around, away from the shock wave, while she redirected the shields to strengthen in their steer::
DeVeau/Renot:
Blackwell: Hold on!
DeVeau/Renot:
Lt. Prudence Blackwell
Comms/Ops
Starbase 118
G239308PB0