[ The ship being rocked off its bearings is sadly not an unusual occurrence, and Chris once more makes a note to get Hemmer to talk to Starfleet about installing some sort of internal shock absorber, or at least some seatbelts so that they're not constantly being flung from their seats every time someone decides to shoot at them...
Or something decides to eat them.
The red alert klaxons are loud and jarring on purpose, but they never get any easier for Chris to hear.
Instructing weapons control to take as many controlled shots as they believe necessary, Chris prays to whatever gods are listening that he's not going to lose his ship today. He might survive — he has to hang on for nearly a decade in order to save those cadets — but that doesn't mean the rest of his ship is going to be so lucky. ]
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Or something decides to eat them.
The red alert klaxons are loud and jarring on purpose, but they never get any easier for Chris to hear.
Instructing weapons control to take as many controlled shots as they believe necessary, Chris prays to whatever gods are listening that he's not going to lose his ship today. He might survive — he has to hang on for nearly a decade in order to save those cadets — but that doesn't mean the rest of his ship is going to be so lucky. ]