<USS Avalon> Just a Typical Day

Just A Typical Day

A log by Doctors Kaiser and Fuller



 

 

 

Carson wiped the salty sweat from his forehead. The turboshaft was hot, 
probably because several decks down, it was on fire. 

"Move your ass, Carson." Lindsay shouted at him from several rungs down. 

The two of them clung precariously to the tiny inset metal bars that ran up the 
vertical shaft used by the turbolifts. One such car hung about ten decks above 
them. 

"Look, we have two decks to go and we'll get out. Just give me a second to--"

The ship shuddered. The Allegiance was probably falling apart all around them. 

"Do you have any clue where we are going?"

"Up. Cargo bay two. That's where they put our luggage."

"Right."

Their luggage, which contained most of their weapons, had been stored in a 
secure location inside cargo bay two.

"We'll get there, then we can kick some ass."


Lindsay perked an eyebrow, but Carson didn't see.

"Right."


They continued up towards their destination, cringing whenever some fiery 
debris dislodged from above to plummet past them, the trailing flames 
fluttering as it fell.

After a few more sarcasm filled minutes later, and Carson pulled himself out of 
a partially open turbolift door. He flopped awkwardly onto the floor before 
recovering and dusting off. The hall was dark, and like the rest of the ship, 
filled with a light but thorough amount of smoke. The only light came from the 
pathetically dim flashing red alert indicators that ran along the walls and the 
ceiling. 

Luckily, the atmosphere control system still appeared to be operational, as the 
fires that seemed to be burning all over the ship had not consumed the oxygen 
yet.

"A little help, please?" Lindsay called, a single hand waving from the inky 
blackness of the turboshaft.

"Oh! Oh, sorry. Here." He offered his hand, pulling her out of the shaft.

"Looks like shit."

"That's what my professional evaluation would be as well."

"I was talking about your face."

"I was talking about yours."

The two of them smiled sardonically at each other, then proceeded to the doors 
of cargo bay two. The doors were jammed open and light poured from the 
cavernous room.

"Hey, they have power working in here." Carson pointed out.

"Some of the EPS conduits must still be intact."

"Right."

"After you."

Carson glared. "Whatever."

Cargo bay two was a mess of fallen containers, broken glass, shattered 
shelving, and a plethora of scattered debris.

"Which one is ours?"

"The big, ugly black one, ya dumb ass." Lindsay slowly shook her head.

"There it is."

The two of them pried the huge black container from beneath some twisted metal 
scaffolding.

"The casing doesn't appear damaged. Good." The box hummed for a second then 
opened. The two of them took out their respective weapons. Carson favored his 
molecular disrupter, while Lindsay used a standard high power pulse phaser 
device.

"Ready to go?"

"Ready if you are."

"Go where?" A voice spoke from the corridor.

"Hello?" Lindsay asked.

"Hello." The voice answered.

"Who's out there?"

"The question is, why are you out of your quarters. This is an emergency."


"We're out to help you guys. Who are you?"

"I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to have you return to your quarters."

"What? Why? We can't." 

"Those weapons are the property of this ship. I'm going to have to ask you to 
put them back and return to your quarters right now. This is an emergency."

Carson had had enough. "Like hell we will. These are our weapons and we're 
staying right here if you don't mind."

"I do."

"Tough."

"Then I'm afraid that you will die."

The lights in cargo bay two died away and the door sealed itself shut, but the 
voice remained as clear and sinister as ever."

"Goodbye my dear doctors."

There was a hissing sound.

"The air!" Both of them yelled together.

"It's poisoned!" Lindsay moaned.

"Actually, I'm de-pressurizing the room.? The informed them matter of factly.


"Fuck."

Carson?s ears popped painfully and by the look on Lindsay?s face, hers had as 
well.

?We have to do something!? She screamed at him.

?Really??

?We could shoot our way out!? The noise was making it nearly unbearable to hear 
what she was saying.

Carson shook his head. ?And depressurize the whole deck??

Lindsay screamed loudly and Carson watched as both of her ears began to leak 
blood. Her eardrums had ruptured. She fell to the floor clutching them, blood 
seeping between her fingers.

Unable to help her, Carson simply watched. It was only a matter of time before 
his went too. He glanced at the entrance to the cargo bay, then to the exterior 
loading port. 

The port!

He leveled his weapon, barely catching the look of horror on Lindsay?s face. 
She scrambled to the shelving equipment that was secured to the floor, grabbing 
on to one of the support struts. Carson fired, the doors crumbling outward. The 
pressure was instantly nullified, causing both of his eardrums to explode like 
tiny balloons. The pain was excruciating.

At that point the environmental controls kicked in, erecting a forcefield and 
reestablishing internal pressurization. It had taken maybe fifteen seconds, but 
by the way the two of them were gasping it could be thought that they had been 
in a vacuum for half a week.

The main doors to cargo bay two burst open and a contingency of Starfleet 
security officers poured in.

?Are you two all right??

Neither of them could hear what he said very well, but both had a pretty good 
idea of what he said.

?No.? Carson replied simply. ?Can?t hear you.?

Lindsay sat on the floor suppressing tears with a kind of staggered sniffle.

?We need to get you two to the doctors. Come with us please.? 

Carson understood the hand gestures and helped Lindsay to her feet. ?You don?t 
mind?do you?? Carson indicated the two weapons lying on the floor.

?By all means.? The security officer nodded. ?We can use all the help there we 
can 



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