U.S.S. Pendragon
10704.28
“Finder’s Fees Pt 2”
 Directed by Coot

Starring:
Jeff as CO Thraxis
 Keith as CEO Damien 
Cory as CNS Dawson 
Jane as XO Luchena

Guest Starring:
Sandy as Jordan Thraxis
Jan as Ens. Tribble
 Lynda as FCO Rochelle

Host Coot says:
Last time on the U.S.S. Pendragon . . .

Host Coot says:
An old acquaintance came to pick a fight, intent on destruction. Self-destruction and that of others, the man named Garshon left a wake of destruction every time he exhaled. Those who sift through the ruins of his last encampment will find little to explain the fuel behind his rage.

Host Coot says:
The brilliance of a warp core breach, fueled by hatred and vengeance is nearly as striking as the nova of an old and bitter sun ebbing towards death. The Pendragon's engines found life as it happened, but it too late to completely escape Garshon's wrath. The brilliance, followed by the blackness.

Host Coot says:
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Host Coot says:
SCENE: The crew slowly regains consciousness to find themselves robbed of sight. The blackness of empty space is deafening and utters no sound to serve as a beacon of hope. The only sensation discernable is momentum.

Host Coot says:
SCENE: The Pendragon having faced the worst of Garshon's rage is fractured and dying. Internal lighting has failed, as have most other systems. However, emergency force fields have sprung to life where the cold hands of space claw at the crew.

Host Coot says:
SCENE: The Pendragon coasts along at sub-impulse speed, slowly losing momentum with no sense of direction or control. The once proud vessel has been fractured into three. Force fields hold what remains intact, but no longer whole.

Host Coot says:
SCENE: As the CO regains full use of his vision he feels the deck pressing against his cheek. His visions is one found in nightmares, he is falling through space. Pushing himself upright, he feels the hum of an emergency force field just beyond his reach.

Host Coot says:
SCENE: The CO sits half-propped near the front of the bridge. The blurs of stars and debris flying past is not that of the long-accustomed view screen, but the cold vacuum of space held at bay by the force field.

Host Coot says:
SCENE: As the CO turns to survey the scene behind him, only the faint glimmer of passing stars offer any light. His vision defies him, taunts him with missing sections of bulkhead, missing members of the bridge crew.

Host Coot says:
ACTION: As the XO stands, the Counselor's chair in gone and replaced by the vacuum of space. Below, he can see into what is most likely Deck 5. Disturbingly, he recalls that the CSO's quarters should be within plain sight.

Host Coot says:
< < < < Resume Mission: Finder's Fees > > > >

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::eyes widen in horror::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
:: reaches out tentatively... the sharp snap of electricity assures him that the force field is in place ::

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
::Getting his bearings::

Host Coot says:
ACTION: Emergency lighting flickers to life. In some places however, there are no lights as they are gone.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::tries to call out::

Jordan_Thraxis says:
::moans as she lays on the floor::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
CSO:  Edward!

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
CO: C-c-captain

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
::Jamie's arm twitches slightly underneath the pile of bulkhead on top of her::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
:: stands carefully, looks around ::

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
<Lt. Servek> ::She stands up from the floor, slightly disoriented:: All: Is anyone injured? ::She begins to look around Sickbay::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::screams like an animal in pain::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
:: moves to Damien's side ::  CEO: Jose... are you all right?

Jordan_Thraxis says:
Servek:  Over here.  Where is Lt Rochelle?

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
CO: I think so - I still don't know what happened

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
<Lt. Servek> ::She taps her Combadge:: *Emergency Response Teams*: Doctor Servek to all Medical Response Teams. Report to all decks and inform Sickbay of all casualties.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::hears the CO and CEO speaking calmly nearby::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::turns and notes the CNS's chair is gone::

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
<Lt. Servek> ::She makes her way over to Jordan Thraxis and begins to look around for the FCO:: OPS: I am uncertain.

Host CO_Thraxis says:
:: helps Damien to his feet ::  CEO: See what you can learn about our condition.  :: turns, sees a familiar lock of hair underneath some rubble :: Counselor!

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
CNS:  Dawson!  ::looks around frantically::

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
::gets up slowly and feels for his station in the dim light::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::sees her as the bulkhead falls::

Host Coot says:
ACTION: As the ship continues to lose momentum, debris shifts and a section of bulkhead falls away from the CNS.

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
::Her arm twitches a second time before becoming lifeless::

TO_Tribble says:
::lying unconscious::

Jordan_Thraxis says:
::slowly gets up, her left arm hanging useless:: Servek:  Is anything working in here?

Host CO_Thraxis says:
:: lifts a section of wreckage off Dawson and tosses it aside ::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::carefully picks his way through the bulkhead::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
:: puts a finger on Dawson's neck, feeling for a pulse ::

TO_Tribble says:
::slowly opens her eyes::

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
<Lt. Servek> ::She moves toward the main medical console and taps some of the controls:: OPS: We have minimal power it seems, Commander.

Host Coot says:
ACTION: As the bulkhead clears of the CNS, the twitching arm is doing so of its own accord as it has been severed from Dawson's body. The remainder of her body remains hidden under various debris.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::turns around and throws up::

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
<Lt. Servek> ::She waits for medical reports to come in:: *Bridge*: Sickbay to the Bridge. What is your status?

TO_Tribble says:
::sees Dawson's arm and shrieks::

Jordan_Thraxis says:
Servek:  Find Lt Rochelle.  I'll see if I can get through to the bridge.

Host CO_Thraxis says:
:: sees that Dawson is missing an arm... moves quickly to get the emergency medkit from its hiding place ::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::staggers out of the way::

TO_Tribble says:
::sees if she can help anyone::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
*Servek*: We have serious injuries up here, Doctor. We need a medical team on the double.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::sinks heavily to the floor::

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
<Lt. Servek> *CO*: Understood, Captain. Commander Thraxis will also be joining you. ::She turns to Jordan:: OPS: Nurse Barns and Med Tech Jones will accompany you.

TO_Tribble says:
::gets medkit and applies triox hypo to XO::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
:: opens the medkit and begins spraying sealant on the stump of Dawson's arm ::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::waves Tribble away::  TO:  I'm uninjured.

Jordan_Thraxis says:
::nods:: Servek:  I doubt transporters will work ... we'll have to go the old fashioned way.  ::signals to the other two to follow her as she heads for the door::

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
::She begins to convulse::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::crawls to his feet::

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
<Nurse Barns> ::She follows behind Jordan:: OPS: Do you have any idea what happened to us, Commander?

Host CO_Thraxis says:
:: finds the hypospray and administers a sedative and painkiller in quick succession ::

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
<Lt. Servek> ::She begins to look around for the Flight Control Officer::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
Jordan:  ~~~Sweetheart... are you all right?~~~

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::sees the CEO working calmly::

Jordan_Thraxis says:
::shakes her head:: Barns:  No, I'm sorry.  ::exits sickbay and heads down the corridor::

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
<Nurse Barns> OPS: Why are you sorry? You didn't do all of this...

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::confused::

Host Coot says:
ACTION: As the pieces of the Pendragon continue to drift away from Garshon's exploded vessel, they begin to drift apart from one another. The top six decks slip away from the lower two sections.

TO_Tribble says:
::returns to tactical station::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
CEO: Jose... has the emergency beacon activated?

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::looks through the force fields at the drifting pieces of ship::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::allows it all to sink in::

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
CO: Captain, I'm reading multiple hull breeches, most systems are on emergency power

Jordan_Thraxis says:
::looks up to see the top of the ship floating away:: Self:  Oh my ....

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
CO: Not yet, so you want me to activate it?

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
<Lt. Servek> ::She stumbles as the ship feels as if it is being torn apart:: *Bridge*: Sickbay to Bridge. Are we under further attack?

Host CO_Thraxis says:
CEO: Absolutely.

Jordan_Thraxis says:
*CO*:  Thraxis to bridge.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::is enraged::

Jordan_Thraxis says:
::turns to the other two:: All:  Get back to sickbay, now!

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
<Nurse Barns> ::She presses onto one of the bulkheads:: OPS: You better come with us, Commander.

Host CO_Thraxis says:
*Servek*: Not at this time, Doctor.  *OPS*: Jordan! Are you all right?

Jordan_Thraxis says:
*CO*:  A little banged up but I'm fine.  But we have a problem ...

Host CO_Thraxis says:
*OPS*: Go ahead.

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
<Lt. Servek> ::She raises an eyebrow before she makes her way over to the medical console and begins to look over the information as patients begin to file in::

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
::activates the beacon::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::begins moving about the bridge, angrily tossing the bits and pieces aside::

Jordan_Thraxis says:
*CO*:  From what I can see ... we have no way of getting to the bridge.  You're drifting away from us!

TO_Tribble says:
CO: Weapons are working, Sir.  But there's not enough left of sensors............  ::shudders at the damage to the Pen::

Host Coot says:
ACTION: The lowest sections of the Pendragon quickly fall behind the other two. The lights flicker ominously as power being to fail in that section. Emergency force fields begin failing throughout.

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::moans::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::comes upon the CNS.  Stops and checks her pulse::

Jordan_Thraxis says:
::races back to sickbay:: All:  Get down to the lower decks as quickly as you can!

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::softly:: All: My bird, my kitts.....find them please.........

Host Coot says:
ACTION: The CNS's pulse is weak and irregular.

Host CO_Thraxis says:
*OPS*: We'll need to evacuate. See if any of the main transporters are on line. If not, check the cargo transporters, and the emergency transporters in the shuttles.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::kneels and pulls the medkit over::

ACMO_Lt_Servek says:
::She watches as more emergency force fields begin to come on line:: *Medics*: I want all officers placed in secured locations. All medical emergencies must be brought to Sickbay at once.

ACMO_Lt_Servek says:
::She raises an eyebrow and turns her gaze toward Thraxis:: OPS: What is wrong, Commander?

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::~~~searches~~~ for Dawson as he pulls a medical tricorder from the bag and scans her::

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::tears fall as she can't sense her kitts or her companion::

Jordan_Thraxis says:
*CO*:  We don't know how much of this section is left.  I'm moving our people to internal areas.  Emergency force fields are beginning to fail.

Host CO_Thraxis says:
CEO: Jose, try to get me a count of survivors in the detached section of the ship.

ACMO_Lt_Servek says:
<CNS LtJG Dawson> ::Her head falls slightly to the side::

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
CO: Working ::activates sensors::

Jordan_Thraxis says:
Servek:  This isn't good.  We need to get away from external areas of the ship as quickly as possible.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::adjusts his position so that he is supporting her head::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
*OPS*: Understood. As soon as you find a working transporter, start beaming survivors from the detached decks to whatever safe havens there are in the intact parts of the ship.

ACMO_Lt_Servek says:
::She motions for the officers in Sickbay to begin evacuations:: OPS: Understood. I would suggest informing all personnel of this via Comrades.

Jordan_Thraxis says:
*CO*:  You don't understand, Captain.  Power is failing!  We don't have transporters or anything else!

Host Coot says:
ACTION: The lowest section, where all power has failed, begins to buckle upon itself.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::takes the CNS's hand::

ACMO_Lt_Servek says:
::She watches as more force fields pop into place:: OPS: Some of these force fields will prove to inhibit our evacuations.

Jordan_Thraxis says:
::nods:: Servek:  I know.  We also need to prepare for loss of life support.

ACMO_Lt_Servek says:
<CNS LtJG Dawson> ~~~XO: Commander...~~~

Host CO_Thraxis says:
*OPS*: All right. Then you take charge of evacuating your half of the ship. Get everyone to the escape pods as soon as you can.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
~~~CNS:  I'm here Dawson.~~~

ACMO_Lt_Servek says:
::She inclines her head:: Nurses/Med Techs: Take as many inoculations of tri-oxide and sedatives. We will need to prepare for the worse. ::She enters the medical storage area::

ACMO_Lt_Servek says:
<CNS LtJG Dawson> ~~~XO: I...I...I can't feel my arms...~~~

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::reaches out telepathically to anyone who hears her::

Jordan_Thraxis says:
*CO*:  On it.  Thraxis out.

ACMO_Lt_Servek says:
::She begins to take as many phials and medical equipment items as possible, placing them in larger versions of medical kits::

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
Anyone:~~~Help please my bird and my kitts save them.~~~

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
~~~CNS:  You've been given some drugs to numb the pain, that's all.  ~~~  ::squeezes her hand::

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
CO: Captain, there are now three sections to the ship, crewmen spread throughout

ACMO_Lt_Servek says:
<CNS LtJG Dawson> ::She laughs slightly mentally:: ~~~XO: You always were a lousy liar.~~~

Jordan_Thraxis says:
Servek:  You heard the Captain.  We need teams to begin a deck-by-deck search for survivors.  Let's try to get to the shuttles and the escape pods.

Host CO_Thraxis says:
CEO: Jose, do we have comms in this part of the ship?

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
CO: Yes

ACMO_Lt_Servek says:
::She exits the medical storage locker and inclined her head:: OPS: I will take a team toward the aft and you should take a team to the opposite side. Agreed?

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
~~~CNS:  You always were a quitter, Dawson.~~~

Host Coot says:
ACTION: Numerous escape pods are jettisoned from the lowest section.

Jordan_Thraxis says:
Servek:  Agreed.  ::indicates to Barnes and Jones:: Barnes/Jones:  You two are with me.

Host CO_Thraxis says:
:: goes to the command chair and opens comms ::  *COM*: This is the Captain. All hands abandon ship. I repeat, all hands abandon ship. Get to the escape pods at once.

ACMO_Lt_Servek says:
<CNS LtJG Dawson> ~~~XO: Well... at le...least I'll uphold my reputation...~~~

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::makes an effort to reach her com badge but can't::

ACMO_Lt_Servek says:
::She motions for two additional medics to follow her and she makes her way toward the aft section::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
XO: Help me clear the rest of this debris from Dawson. Time to go.  :: grabs a stanchion and starts to lift it ::

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
~~~XO: Mikal help me please.........~~~~

Jordan_Thraxis says:
::finds the FCO and grabs her:: FCO:  Come on.  ::exits and makes her way fore::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::sitting on the floor cradling Dawson's head::  CO: I have to hold  her just now.

Host Coot says:
ACTION: A pale wash creeps over Dawson as she slips further into the grips of darkness.

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::feels herself being pulled::

ACMO_Lt_Servek says:
::She notices three crewman on the floor, dead before the team. She takes her Tricorder and records their serial numbers before continuing to move:: Medics: It would be illogical to move them. They are dead.

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
Jordan: Is it you please my kits and my companion please save them.............

Host CO_Thraxis says:
:: grunts ::  XO: All... right.  :: lifts the stanchion just enough to pivot it off Dawson's legs ::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::pulls her out from underneath::

ACMO_Lt_Servek says:
<CNS LtJG Dawson> ~~~XO: Mikal...I...I'm sorry...~~~

Jordan_Thraxis says:
FCO:  I'll try to .. We need to get out of here.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
~~~CNS:  I'm taking you to an escape pod.~~~  ::gathers her in his arms and stands::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
:: over his shoulder ::  CEO: Jose... get the second medkit, and let's go!  :: shepherds remaining bridge crew  --  those who survived  --  to the Jeffries tube down to Deck 4 ::

ACMO_Lt_Servek says:
<CNS LtJG Dawson> ~~~XO: Don't waste your en...energy on m...me.~~~ ::She jerks herself out of his arms::

ACMO_Lt_Servek says:
::She finds several more officers and informs them of the situation. They begin to assist her in the search for additional officers::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
~~~CNS:  For once in your life, try not to be difficult.~~~  ::bends down and gathers her up again::

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::tears form and fall as she is taken to an escape pod::

TO_Tribble says:
::security officers evacuate, taking all available small arms with them::

Jordan_Thraxis says:
::as she passes various crewmembers she orders them to the escape pods::

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
::Grabs the medkit and follows::

ACMO_Lt_Servek says:
<CNS LtJG Dawson> ~~~XO: I said... ~~~ XO: GO! ::She screams before her head falls back::

Host Coot says:
ACTION: As the CO continues to clear debris, he happens to look up as the middle section drifts farther away. He has an unobstructed view of Jordan through several hundred meters of space as she passes an emergency force field.

ACMO_Lt_Servek says:
::She watches as several officers enter the escape pods. She attempts to use her Tricorder to scan for any additional biosigns on her deck::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::picks her up and tries to work his way through the Jeffery's Tubes after the others::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
:: as Damien descends into the tube, he catches sight of his wife ::  *OPS*: Jordan... be careful. I'll see you soon.

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
Aloud: My babies my companion please.........save them please.......::is crying now as a mother would for her children::

Jordan_Thraxis says:
::smiles:: *CO*:  I'll be fine.  Be safe.

ACMO_Lt_Servek says:
::She motions for her now team of five to follow her:: All: I have ten additional life signs. We should move quickly and efficiently. ::She begins to jog::

Jordan_Thraxis says:
::reaches an escape pod and pushes the FCO inside.  Activates it and then turns to locate more crew members::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
~~~CNS:  Stay with me Dawson~~~  ::hurrying towards an escape pod::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
:: looks around the bridge ::  No one: You were a good ship. You did us proud.   :: starts climbing down ::

Host Coot says:
ACTION: As Mikal begins walking with Dawson in his arms, the jolt of each step issues an intolerable scream from her broken body. Mikal feels the warm, fluid touch of Dawson's blood soaking his arms and chest.

ACMO_Lt_Servek says:
::Her team finds three of the officers and she sends them to some of the escape pods located around them::

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::feels the shove and lands in a heap crying and in pain::

ACMO_Lt_Servek says:
*OPS*: I have 7 additional life signs on this deck, Commander. Three are near your present location.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::pushes Dawson into an escape pod and climbs in after her::

Jordan_Thraxis says:
*Servek*:  Understood.  Get to the pods yourself as soon as you can.

ACMO_Lt_Servek says:
*OPS*: Once all officers have been secured, Commander. I shall see you off of this vessel. ::She notices a huge amount of debris in front of the team:: Medic: I need a phaser.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::sincerely hopes Garshon is dead, otherwise he'll have to kill him::

ACMO_Lt_Servek says:
::As the medic hands her a phaser, she fires a low pulse beam into the debris. It begins to melt, slowly::

Jordan_Thraxis says:
::finds the three officers, quickly orders them to follow her to the pod::

Host Coot says:
ACTION: The final section of the Pendragon crumples to a hollow casket of what she used to be. Although no sound travels through space, the implosion is heard in the hearts of all.

Host CO_Thraxis says:
:: alights on Deck Four right behind Damien :: CEO: There should be several pods in corridor 4C7.

ACMO_Lt_Servek says:
<Med Tech Billy Bob> ACMO: We have four life signs behind the debris.. and one escape pod.

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
CO: We'd best make for them

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::feels the pod launch::  ~~~CNS:  Dawson!  Respond.~~~

ACMO_Lt_Servek says:
::She turns toward the two officers with her:: Medics: Report to an escape pod closest to this location. Depart immediately. That is an order. ::She continues to fire::

ACMO_Lt_Servek says:
<CNS LtJG Dawson> ~~~XO: Go...good bye....~~~

Host CO_Thraxis says:
:: starts down the indicated corridor ::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
CNS:  Dawson!  ::grasps her wrist and feels for a pulse::

Jordan_Thraxis says:
::finds the nearest pod ... motions for the three officers with her to enter:: *Servek*:  How many more?

ACMO_Lt_Servek says:
::She watches as the two leave. After having melted through the debris, she notes two of the life signs were children, and two were injured adults:: *OPS*: I have two adults who are not responsive and two children at my current location. We will be heading for an escape pod now.

Host CO_Thraxis says:
*OPS*: Jordan... what's the status of the evacuation in your section?

Jordan_Thraxis says:
*Servek*:  Understood.  Get yourselves out of here.  *CO*:  Evacuation nearly complete, Captain.

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::softly:: Outloud: My children, my bird, my ship, my friends,........all gone.

ACMO_Lt_Servek says:
::She extends her hands to the children:: Children: Do not be alarmed, I am here to assist you.

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
::finds an escape pod:: CO: Your orders Sir?

ACMO_Lt_Servek says:
::As the children take her hands, Servek ushers them to the escape pods. She knows that transporting the two adults would take far too much time. The three reach an escape pod and enter it::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
*OPS*: Get out yourself as soon as you can. Good luck, sweetheart. I love you.

Host Coot says:
ACTION: The first escape pods begin enter the atmosphere of a nearby Class-M planet and begin landing procedures.

Jordan_Thraxis says:
::thinks she hears something ... turns back and heads towards it::

ACMO_Lt_Servek says:
*OPS*: Servek to Thraxis. Evacuations are complete. I suggest you take an escape pod off of the ship as well.

Host Coot says:
ACTION: After several terrifying seconds of feeling no pulse, Dawson gasps and opens her eyes wide, focusing on something beyond the walls of the pod.

Jordan_Thraxis says:
*Servek*:  I thought I heard something.  Go, Lt.  I'll follow.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::grips the CNS's hand tightly::

ACMO_Lt_Servek says:
*OPS*: Commander, I must insist that you leave the Pendragon. The ship may dismantle at any moment.

Host CO_Thraxis says:
:: looks up and down the empty corridor ::  CEO: There's nothing more we can do here. Let's go.  :: enters the pod behind Damien, closes the hatch, and activates the launch sequence ::

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
::straps in::

Jordan_Thraxis says:
::chalks the sound up to her imagination ... heads back for the pod, enters and takes a seat.  Engages the pod::

ACMO_Lt_Servek says:
::She launches her pod::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
:: snaps his own harness closed, checks the flight control console ::  CEO: Launch in four... three... two... one...  :: the engines fire and both men are pressed into their seats by the acceleration ::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
~~::tries to follow as far as he can::~~~

Jordan_Thraxis says:
::Looks around at the three officers with her:: All:  Hang on! ::gasps in pain from her shoulder as she is pushed back in her seat::

Host Coot says:
ACTION: The final pods launch from the upper section. Slowly and eventually, it begins to fail as well.

ACMO_Lt_Servek says:
::She notices the children seem unsettled:: Children: Do not be frightened. You are both safe with me.

Host CO_Thraxis says:
:: checks the astrometrics panel ::  CEO: The navigation routines have locked on to the Class M planet in this system. We should be on the surface in fifteen minutes or so.

Host Coot says:
ACTION: As the XO's escape pod touches down on solid ground, a final breath escapes Dawson. Her eyes remain fixed on a distance point in space.

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
CO: Lets hope the rest of the crew is as fortunate

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
~~~::can follow no farther::~~~

ACMO_Lt_Servek says:
::She begins to calculate how many escape pods have left the Pendragon. Hopefully, they did not lose too many crewmembers during this entire process::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::gently closes her eyes::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
:: looks at another console ::  CEO: All the pods seem to be on course for the planet as well. The landing algorithms have selected a subtropical landmass, about two hundred kilometers south of the equator.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::weeps::

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
CO: Helluva way to get a vacation

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::cries for those that are gone forever::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
:: looks down at the deck ::  CEO: I've never lost a command before, Jose. It's... it's hard not to think of it as a personal failure.

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
CO: I can't imagine. The loss is unbelievable

Host Coot says:
ACTION: The final pods are launched from the Pendragon as emergency power falters. The mighty Pendragon sighs no more.

Host Coot says:
<< PAUSE >>

Host Coot says:
ACTION: Three long days pass on the lonely planet before the first rescue vehicles arrive. Of the 400 crew on board, 12 are known to have perished and 15 more remain Missing-In-Action.

Host Coot says:
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