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"let starla handle it, she's good with this kind of thing" nema looked around

[Seahorseshoe]

The console went back online. "Uh, it looks like it's going to blow." La'rek said, slowly walking backwards, away from the transporter room.

"Acknowledged." The Captain replied to Sevilen.

Random doctor dude looked at a console. "Unregistered lifeforms." he muttered to himself, reaching for his comm-badge to let the Captain know of what was going on.

Zack walked into sickbay and immediately pressed his comm-badge. "Zack to the Bridge, the doc's unconscious."

[Complicated game]

Sevilen yelped and pulled out cords as fast as she could. Getting minor shocks. She let out a scream and crawled out. "Run!" She yelled. Running past La'rek with cheata like speed. What could she say? After that trip to the holodeck and a rendezvous with that tiger in the jungle, she was faster then ever. She heard a boom and hit the floor. She coughed getting up slowly. "You okay?" She asked La'rek. She tapped her comm. "Robberts to brige. The freaking transporter room controls blew up." She hissed. "This is going to take a month and a half at least of hard work." She said.

[Seahorseshoe]

Before a response came primary lights turned off. "We have more on our plate right now." The captain reported "I need all available crew to work on the engines, if we can get out of this area the effects should go away."

La'rek stood up, using a bulkhead to help himself. He had minor bruises and his left leg was crippled but other than that he was alright.

[Complicated game]

Sevilens legs were shaking a bit. She looked back at the wrecked transporter room. "Oh in the name of goodness." She sighed. She picked up scattered wires and sighed. She knew in the back of her mind that even if she worked for six months it wouldn't be whole. She would need more people for help. She sat in the sooty half gone chair and put her head in her hand. Dispite the shocks of pain coming from her wrist and fingers. Her hair fell over the control panel and her face. Like a mouning veil. She sighed loudly and looked at the wires in her hand.

[Seahorseshoe]

La'rek thought for a bit. "What if we were to take all the scrap metal down to the cargo bay to , well, turn into scrap? Then we use replicators to make the new parts, I know that it would use up practically all replicator rations for everyone here but isn't it worth it?"

[Complicated game]

Sevilens head came up. "It's not a bad idea." She admitted. "But we'll need to ask first and I'm not so sure how thrilled everyone would be. And what about food replications?" She asked. She thought for a second. "I might be able to make a temporary station in the cargo bay if I can salvage enough. I'm not so sure how safe if would be for human travel but it's worth a shot."

[Seahorseshoe]

La'rek shrugged "Is that not protocol?" he asked

[Complicated game]

"Well yes but little things are not the same. They will be a slight bit choppy and there won't be as smooth a transport but in other means, yes." Sevilen explained getting up and poking though the leftovers.

[Seahorseshoe]

La'rek shrugged and put two metal rods under his arm. "Will you be assisting us?" La'rek asked Nema and Starla.