Gabriel (Macross) - Into the Void, Part 1
Gabriel hadn't needed to reply to the Captain, the thought wasn't even in his mind. It was his job to get them out of here and for once he agreed fully with the ships commander.
Four Meltrandi battleships, just like that. Something didn't seem right to him...
But, it wasn't his job to speculate on things like that. He had half turned, when the explosion came, sending him back against the console once more, but before the sound had even expired he knew something was seriously wrong. They weren't flying out into space. And he knew that as far as engineering went, he kept it in the best shape he possibly could. His work didn't explode. They hadn't been hit by anything external.
Everything about this was just wrong.
His mind screamed it at him, but nevertheless, he had to get them out of here or they were all doomed. And so he pushed himself off the console to get his crew in the corridor to head off the fire so they didn't have an inferno on their hands before he was able to figure out just what the hell had happened and how badly it would affect them. He just hoped to god the fold generator hadn't been damaged.
He was in midstride when he caught sight of Fieldman and Watt, two of his own. They were good boys, good crew. Fieldman was a workhorse, never complained, and Watt had even managed to teach him a few things. He was about to send them off, not understanding yet why they were standing around when there were things to be done. His words were taken when a wide, blurred arc of some great black horrible thing flashed across the space as Watt turned. And then some sound that couldn't have possibly come from a human creature echoed through the space, followed by a deafening 'Yes' resounding from the gun.
Gabriel didn't even flinch, and while his eyes were fixed upon the scene before him in disbelieving horror, he felt something warm and wet land across his face. Red blurred his vision. The scent of it and something else he couldn't identify assaulted him and he slowly tasted the metallic twinge that he somehow knew couldn't have been his own blood.
And the chief technical officer of the UNS Shogun stood there in the middle of his own engineering bay, frozen, eyes wide, mouth agape, his mind numb and trying desperately to catch up to him and what had just happened. It was failing miserably.
There was a sickening thud at his feet but he couldn't move his eyes to see, even if his mind knew it was... had been, Henry Fieldman. His engineer. No sound could find its way to his blood flecked lips to express the horror, pain, and anger that was assaulting him.
The silence seemed to stretch on forever and somehow he knew the world, his world, had come to its end. He could see Watt, the gun still in his hand. But that wasn't his engineer. It wasn't His Lieutenant Junior Grade Thomas Watt, the young man who had given him the idea he needed to fix the problem with the shield manifolds when he had been stumped on it for weeks...
His crew didn't kill each other!
That gun would come for him next. He would die, the ship would be destroyed, and everyone would follow him. And damn it all, why couldn't he bloody move!?
But a figure moved into his line of sight behind Watt, small, short. Something heavy and all slick silver metal lifted high above the young man and hung there for a few moments before it careened down towards the back of his head.
Four Meltrandi battleships, just like that. Something didn't seem right to him...
But, it wasn't his job to speculate on things like that. He had half turned, when the explosion came, sending him back against the console once more, but before the sound had even expired he knew something was seriously wrong. They weren't flying out into space. And he knew that as far as engineering went, he kept it in the best shape he possibly could. His work didn't explode. They hadn't been hit by anything external.
Everything about this was just wrong.
His mind screamed it at him, but nevertheless, he had to get them out of here or they were all doomed. And so he pushed himself off the console to get his crew in the corridor to head off the fire so they didn't have an inferno on their hands before he was able to figure out just what the hell had happened and how badly it would affect them. He just hoped to god the fold generator hadn't been damaged.
He was in midstride when he caught sight of Fieldman and Watt, two of his own. They were good boys, good crew. Fieldman was a workhorse, never complained, and Watt had even managed to teach him a few things. He was about to send them off, not understanding yet why they were standing around when there were things to be done. His words were taken when a wide, blurred arc of some great black horrible thing flashed across the space as Watt turned. And then some sound that couldn't have possibly come from a human creature echoed through the space, followed by a deafening 'Yes' resounding from the gun.
Gabriel didn't even flinch, and while his eyes were fixed upon the scene before him in disbelieving horror, he felt something warm and wet land across his face. Red blurred his vision. The scent of it and something else he couldn't identify assaulted him and he slowly tasted the metallic twinge that he somehow knew couldn't have been his own blood.
And the chief technical officer of the UNS Shogun stood there in the middle of his own engineering bay, frozen, eyes wide, mouth agape, his mind numb and trying desperately to catch up to him and what had just happened. It was failing miserably.
There was a sickening thud at his feet but he couldn't move his eyes to see, even if his mind knew it was... had been, Henry Fieldman. His engineer. No sound could find its way to his blood flecked lips to express the horror, pain, and anger that was assaulting him.
The silence seemed to stretch on forever and somehow he knew the world, his world, had come to its end. He could see Watt, the gun still in his hand. But that wasn't his engineer. It wasn't His Lieutenant Junior Grade Thomas Watt, the young man who had given him the idea he needed to fix the problem with the shield manifolds when he had been stumped on it for weeks...
His crew didn't kill each other!
That gun would come for him next. He would die, the ship would be destroyed, and everyone would follow him. And damn it all, why couldn't he bloody move!?
But a figure moved into his line of sight behind Watt, small, short. Something heavy and all slick silver metal lifted high above the young man and hung there for a few moments before it careened down towards the back of his head.
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