A bad day in Engineering

Who: Mark McJohn
Where: What's left of Engineering
When: After the explosion
When Mark McJohn came around after the explosion, he heard a klaxon
wailing in the background.
"Emergency," Holly said. "Emergency. There's an emergency going on."
Then the lights failed. The klaxon fell silent as well.
"What the --" he trailed off as the emergency lights flicked on and
one of the technicians ran past. Seeing McJohn, the man stopped and
pulled McJohn to his feet.
"What the smeg's happening?" McJohn demanded as the running
technician pulled him into a run.
"Big explosion," the man blurted out in a thick Greek accent, "the
side hull plate's gone. C'mon hurry!"
"We're twenty yards away from the --"
"There's been a bad hull breach," said a rather dazed Holly through a
speaker working on emergency power. Life support systems shutting
down in this area until the electrical relays can be re-routed."
"Oh @$%&!"
The two men rushed out past an emergency bulkhead that closed behind
them.
"Hull breach isolated, dudes."
McJohn spent the next forty minutes helping Elian Sandoval and some
other technicians who were fighting a raging fire that had broken out
in what was left of one of the nearby cargo bays. When the fire was
out McJohn and Sandoval hurried to see where else they might be
needed, and eventually found themselves on the promanade as the
department heads left after their meeting. It was just in time to
overhear that they were drifting into Hymenoptera space, that the bar
was destroyed, that Mini Phil's farts were suddenly of critical
importance, and that Phil's still had been destroyed but could be
replaced with official approval and encouragement. Unfortunately, he
had more bad news to add.
"As far as I know," he told Alota and the others, "I'm the only
systems electrican left, the rest are dead or wounded."
"Or missing," added Sandoval. "So's the Planetary Geology &
Mineralogy team except one."
"Well we never used them much anyway" said Phil.
"Who's the survivor?" asked Jay.
McJohn answered. "Victoria de Felice, she's a friend of mine."
"Oh, a friend," snickered Phil.
"Yes. We're 'just friends', sadly."
Alota looked at them, then summed everything up quite well.
"So you're saying" she began, "that we've got one systems electrician
for the whole of the ship, which needs some heavy-duty rewiring, and
only one geologist to look for anything useful on a planet that we
happen to reach, and that the odds of reaching any planet are pretty
much bugger all?"
"Si," replied Sandoval.
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