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  1. (OOC - The music by which this was written, and perhaps should be listened to: https://youtu.be/FnkTuHP9q3o ) ((Main Engineering, USS Resolution)) Sparks flew in a fantastical display of fireworks that she had not seen before. Something deep inside told her they were in trouble, but her mind refused to believe it. One by one, the warning lights lit up on the board, showing just how poorly the fight was going. Hull breaches were popping up all over the place, not that the ship was very big to begin with, but almost all decks had been exposed to the vacuum outside. Power was waning, the EPS grid was failing, plasma was venting in far too many places to begin to count, and forcefields were not holding. The Resolution was dying. The acrid smell of the smoke was starting to get to her. Unable to catch her breath, Chandra was coughing as she darted from one console to another fighting futile fight after futile fight to try to keep things together. Rerouting power from here and there just to keep the containment fields in place, the forcefields up around critically populated areas, the power on to emergency systems...but like her, the ship was slowly slipping into the void. Her eyes were stinging and she could barely see, but she knew engineering like the back of her hand. So when the acting captain's voice came over the comms, she ushered everyone around her out and remained, nearly blind, to continue the fight. Adea: =/\= This is Captain Adea to all personnel. Drop what you’re doing and head to the nearest escape pod. This is not a drill. We are evacuating the ship. =/\= The alarms made it difficult to hear, the smoke and sparks made it difficult to see, but she called out over it all. Amari: Everyone OUT! Get to your designated evacuation pods NOW! For such a small woman, her voice absolutely boomed over the alerts, the klaxxons, the hissing of the cracked conduits and plasma flows, reaching the ears of what was left of the engineering crews. And a credit to their training and ability, it only took them mere minutes to clear out. Only one junior officer had stopped to check on her, and she had lied to them. 'I'm right behind you.' she'd said. They ran down the corridor and she slammed the heavy core breach doors closed and in doing so, sealed her fate. This was her ship. She would remain until the bitter end. The console told her of the bridge calling for power to the engines. She didn't know what was going on, but she knew they had to get away from the escape pods. Whoever was on the bridge knew that too. And so, Chandra spent what was left of her precious moments pulling every last remaining ounce of power from every single system and putting it into the engines. There wasn't much, but pulling the forcefields down from the holes that pockmarked the hull, and switching off life support, environmental systems, weapons, even lighting... A surge of power burst through to the nacelles, exciting the warp coils and creating one final mighty stand by the Resolution to protect the souls it once housed. The ship lurched forward, jumping though warp as far as it could handle, sending every last rib and spar buckling beneath the shearing pressures. It didn't matter that they didn't see the planetary body in the way. It didn't matter that the move was the last the Resolution would ever make, her back permanently broken. All that mattered was that it had taken what was left of the ship far enough from the escape pods to ensure the safety of the people within. Knowing that, Chandra patted the nearest console as the ground shook beneath her feet and the console in front of her exploded sending her backwards into the bulkhead behind her. With her head spinning, throbbing - she hit it against something - she looked and noticed the strange appearance of greenery. Blinking, she knew she had to be dreaming. This couldn't be real. Right? The alarm sounded signifying that the warp core's containment was failing, but it felt like it was an echo in the background of her mind. The strange scent of something akin to honeysuckle met her nose as she tried to blink away the shadows. Darkness continued to encroach, the shaking intensified, and all around her the ship seemed to be falling apart. And then suddenly, there was nothing. END -- Lieutenant Commander Chandra Amari Acting Chief Engineering Officer Deceased as simmed by: Fleet Captain Kalianna Nicholotti Commanding Officer USS Resolution R238605KN0
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