> There was still no response from the Klingon, whose heartbeat was a bit > thready and his breathing uneven.
David was getting concerned. >Right arm useless, Wilson used her dominate hand to pull herself back to the >co-pilot's seat. She tried the panel to see if she could get the computer >to run a diagnostic of the runabout. >Conisdering the fact that the ship had slammed full throttle into the >surface of the >planet, the Nile had held up pretty well. Thankfully, there >were no breaches, which >would have allowed the atmosphere in the ship to >leak away leaving the passengers a >lot worse off. > Main power had been knocked out, leaving the ship with only emergency power > keeping ilfe support going. There was no way that the ship was going to be > moving on its own power any time soon. >"We have life support, but not much else," Wilson said. "How's Commander >K'Tael?" "Not good..breathing shallow. Know anything about Vulcan physiology? I'm a lawyer not a doctor." He kept the wound covered, "We need to watch to make sure that ship isn't coming after us to finish us off." >She went to the storage closet where emergency equipment was kept. Not >wanting to >be caught off-guard, she removed three masks and carried them >over to Boulay. "In >case we lose life support before help arrives." He hung one over K'Tael's chair and slung one over his shoulder, "Thank you." _______________________________________________ Spacedock mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://scifi-rpgs.com/mailman/listinfo/spacedock_scifi-rpgs.com
