<USS Avalon> Survivors


if (typeof YAHOO == "undefined") {
 var YAHOO = {};
}
YAHOO.Shortcuts = YAHOO.Shortcuts || {};
YAHOO.Shortcuts.hasSensitiveText = true;
YAHOO.Shortcuts.sensitivityType = ["sensitive_news_terms", "adult"];
YAHOO.Shortcuts.doUlt = false;
YAHOO.Shortcuts.location = "us";
YAHOO.Shortcuts.document_id = 0;
YAHOO.Shortcuts.document_type = "";
YAHOO.Shortcuts.document_title = "Survivors";
YAHOO.Shortcuts.document_publish_date = "";
YAHOO.Shortcuts.document_author = "rowannadarkwolf@xxxxxxxxx";
YAHOO.Shortcuts.document_url = "";
YAHOO.Shortcuts.document_tags = "";
YAHOO.Shortcuts.document_language = "english";
YAHOO.Shortcuts.annotationSet = {
"lw_1232515820_0": {
"text": "Renaissance",
"extended": 0,
"startchar": 691,
"endchar": 701,
"start": 695,
"end": 705,
"extendedFrom": "",
"predictedCategory": "OTHER",
"predictionProbability": "0.304707",
"weight": 0.226987,
"relScore": 0.774319,
"type": ["shortcuts:/us/instance/other/movie/movie_name"],
"category": ["MOVIE"],
"wikiId": "Renaissance",
"relatedWikiIds": ["Arizona_Renaissance_Festival", "Center_Stage", 
"Fontainebleau", "Italian_Renaissance_painting", "Leonardo_da_Vinci", "London", 
"Lucas_Cranach_the_Elder", "Renaissance_Hotels", "Renaissance_fair", 
"Wittenberg"],
"relatedEntities": ["center stage", "fontainebleau", "fontainebleau miami 
beach"],
"showOnClick": [],
"context": "d once believed were his, would have been aboard the Renaissance 
when it went down.        \u0022Class M planet, sir. Standard gravity",
"metaData": {
"ambiguous": "true",
"movieCriticsReview": "B-",
"movieDuration": "1 hr 45 min",
"movieID": "1809418933",
"moviePosterHeight": "150",
"moviePosterURL": 
"http://l.yimg.com/img.movies.yahoo.com/ymv/us/img/hv/photo/movie_pix/miramax_films/renaissance/renaissance_releaseposter.jpg";,
"moviePosterWidth": "101",
"movieRating": "R",
"movieYahooReview": "C+",
"movieYear": "2006",
"visible": "true"
}
 },
"lw_1232515820_1": {
"text": "Class M planet",
"extended": 0,
"startchar": 758,
"endchar": 771,
"start": 762,
"end": 775,
"extendedFrom": "",
"predictedCategory": "",
"predictionProbability": "0",
"weight": 0.295794,
"relScore": 1.26394,
"type": ["shortcuts:/us/tag/other/wiki"],
"category": ["WIKI"],
"wikiId": "Class_M_planet",
"relatedWikiIds": [],
"relatedEntities": [],
"showOnClick": [],
"context": "would have been aboard the Renaissance when it went down.        
\u0022Class M planet, sir. Standard gravity of 11.7136\u00e2\u0080\u00a6 higher 
than I\u00e2\u0080\u0099d hoped",
"metaData": {
"visible": "true"
}
 },
"lw_1232515820_2": {
"text": "Standard gravity",
"extended": 0,
"startchar": 779,
"endchar": 794,
"start": 783,
"end": 798,
"extendedFrom": "",
"predictedCategory": "",
"predictionProbability": "0",
"weight": 0.321263,
"relScore": 0.958171,
"type": ["shortcuts:/us/tag/other/wiki"],
"category": ["WIKI"],
"wikiId": "Standard_gravity",
"relatedWikiIds": [],
"relatedEntities": [],
"showOnClick": [],
"context": "the Renaissance when it went down.        \u0022Class M planet, 
sir. Standard gravity of 11.7136\u00e2\u0080\u00a6 higher than 
I\u00e2\u0080\u0099d hoped\u00e2\u0080\u00a6so much for",
"metaData": {
"visible": "true"
}
 }
};
YAHOO.Shortcuts.headerID = "03116fd222816ccf51d978ace308b4b9";







Four escape pods crashed into the planet, skidding unceremoniously to a halt. 
Twenty-four people disembarked, some under their own power, but most with help. 
Those 24 represented all that remained of the 1153 crewmen and their families 
who’d been aboard the Renaissance. Mac looked into the faces of his fellow 
survivors and, for the first time in the eight months since his divorce, 
thanked Susanna for admitting the truth and leaving. Had she not, she and her 
children, those beautiful babies he’d once believed were his, would have been 
aboard the Renaissance when it went down. 
 
"Class M planet, sir. Standard gravity of 11.7136… higher than I’d hoped…so 
much for dieting…atmosphere 68% Oxygen, 24% Nitrogen, 1%argon…" a young woman 
to his left reported.
 
"I know, Ensign Rosas," He interrupted. "We scanned it on the way down. You 
know…before disembarking." 
 
"oh…" she answered dejectedly. "Sorry sir. I was just hoping maybe I could…you 
know…do something. Help. Somehow." She sighed. "Sorry."
 
"It’s okay, Sonia. Maybe try helping Doctor Lincoln with the wounded?" he 
suggested, understanding her need. He was feeling pretty useless himself at 
that moment.
 
"Aye, sir." She answered quietly and moved off toward the impromptu triage 
being set up near the pods.
 
"Let me see your hands," demanded a rather striking blue skinned redhead. Lt. 
Raven Xavier, reaching for them before he could refuse. Pushing up his sleeves, 
she hissed at how far up the burns seemed to go. Frowning at him, golden yellow 
eyes narrowed as she pointed toward Linc. "Let’s get you seen to."
 
"I’m fine, Rae. We need to get set up before nightfall. We have no idea what 
the wildlife is like around here. I want to make sure we’re prepared in case 
it’s hostile."
 
"I’ll put together a crew from the uninjured and we’ll handle that. You let 
Linc see those burns, then you can address the troops." 
 
"Address the…wait…what? Why me?" Mac asked, suddenly lost. Why would it be his 
job to address anyone?
 
"They’re all scared and confused, Mac. They’re going to need leadership. And as 
the highest ranking officer among us now, you’re it." 
 
Mac sighed, somewhat less than enthusiastically. "That’s all great, Rae, but 
guess what? I’m scared and confused, too. " 
 
"I know you are, Mac," Rae interrupted gently, "You might as well embrace it, 
though, because you’re going to do it either way. It’s what you do. You look 
out for people. That’s why people look up to you, Mac. That’s why they’ll 
follow you. Just like they followed Lorentz. Or Ketchum. " She smiled slightly, 
remembering fondly a time long ago, and a captain they’d have both followed to 
Hell and back aboard a ship called the Avalon – B. 
 
Mac thought of Shannon Phelps and shook his head. She’d followed him, believed 
in him, and look what it got her. He’d proven, at least to himself, that he was 
not leadership material. He couldn’t help but hope that rescue arrived soon. 
For all their sakes.

Other related posts: