Emily, the other of the two
remaining engineers from the original crew, was just now making her way into
the control booth as the Chief Engineer was quickly cycling through the ships
video camera system. Starring in disbelief at the large number of dancing red lights
on the bilge flooding panel across the control booth from her she quickly
turned and checked the switch boards behind her to see what generator the ship
was running off of.
“Well, there doesn’t seem to be any additional flooding
throughout the rest of the ship,” offered up the nervous Chief Engineer.
“What does that mean? What’s going on down there anyway? And
why would there be flooding anywhere else?” she demanded angrily.
“You can never be too sure. . . “
“You haven’t even been down there yet, have you!” She
hollered as Captain Younger opened the door behind her and walked into the
booth.
Seeing the two of them in there
arguing and the bilge alarm panel lit up confirmed the Captain’s suspicion that
this was not what he had hoped it was. This
isn’t what I intended at all. This is way to early, he briefly thought as
he turned to Emily.
“Where is Lawrence?” asked the Captain.
“He’s out there, I think. I’m sure,” she replied.
“How bad is it?” he asked, in the calmest manner he could
manage.
“From the looks of the panel? It’s bad,” she said.
“Have you been down there yet? Have you talked to Lawrence
yet?”
“I haven’t been down there yet, but I’m on my way now,” she
finished as she started towards the door.
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