SIM:Ensign Salak: Farewell P'Kothla

((FTS P'kothla - Engine Room))

Salak: =/\= Anyone close to the briefing room should evacuate immediately, there is an imminent hull breach in it's vicinity. =/\=

Storos: =/\= Right now it is only a handful of Security in the area, checking for lost or trapped survivors. But I will give the order for them to draw back. What is happening, Ensign? =/\=

Salak: =/\= It's a localised SIF failure, Too far in progress for me to prevent, and I don't have the equipment to put a containment forcefield in place from down here. The hull is at it's weakest at that location. How long does everybody need? =/\=

Storos: =/\= I suppose that would depend on the size of the hull breach. What would be a safe perimeter? =/\=

Salak: =/\= We're going to lose at least the briefing room and it's neighbouring compartments. At least 10 metres of the hull will go, possibly as much as 20. I can hold it for possibly 3 minutes =/\=

Storos: =/\= I see. I will draw our people back. Thank you, Ensign. =/\=

Salak: ::Remembering his time at the acadamy:: =/\= You're... Welcome =/\=

((Timewarp - 80 minutes))

As Storos entered the engine room, Salak was poking around at wires below a terminal::

Storos: How proceeds the work, Ensign?

Salak: Not well... ::sparks fly:: I'm struggling to hold her together.

Storos: ::slight smile:: While I know Commander Kare'en to be a very lenient man in many regards, when it comes to the safety of the people under his command... He is going to insist on... punctuality here...

A bulkhead creaked::

Salak: ::attempting humour:: Well the ship is likely to be punctual...

Storos: I have no doubt about it. ::pause:: We are running out of time, Ensign.

Salak: Can you get the Transporter Chief to beam the others back, we're going to fall apart soon, and we'd better start evac now if... ::another bulkhead creaked, and a panel fell off the wall:: ...everyone's getting out.

Storos: Everyone is getting out. I will make the arrangements.

Salak continued to rewire power to the SIF, but a claxon went off on the terminal above him... he brushed his head on the console as he pulled out to see what else was going wrong::

Salak: Storos, we're losing the core... We need to get everyone out now...

Storos looked over as the swirling light of the transporter beamed off the last of his team from the engine room.::

Storos: Just you and I are left. What is the situation?

Salak: If I reduce power, we have an SIF failure and the ship falls apart. If I maintain power, we have a Warp Core breach and the Ship implodes. Kobayashi Maru.

Storos: It is time to go home, Ensign. You did the best you could.

Salak: =/\= Salak to the Wallace =/\=

Kare'en: =/\= Go ahead, Mr. Salak. What is the situation? =/\=

Salak: =/\= The P'Kothla's about to blow, just a matter of an SIF failure or a Warp Core breach now, nothing I can do. =/\=

Kare'en: =/\= Understood. We're pulling you out. Everyone else from our ship is already onboard. Once you're aboard, we're hitting maximum warp... See you once you're home, Ensign. =/\=

Salak frantically hit a few buttons, trying to maintain the core before he was torn away by a transporter beam... ::

((USS Wallace - Transporter Room 2))

Salak walked off the transporter pad, the Chief in front of him and Storos beside him... He was home again, but there were more pressing matters to attend to than a bit of home sickness... Salak started to move towards the door and a turbolift to the Bridge::

Ensign Salak Engineer USS WALLACE