BOOM [open]

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_...boom

The sizable explosion could even be heard in the highest peaks of the ship. A plasma leak had burnt through a power cable ripping out a series of consoles down in Engineering. The sound echoed up through the various ladders and corridors and reached the flight deck as a mere tremor. It was no surprise that many were injured. One crewman in particular who have been stood at his station had been flung across the room - his entire body exposed to the blast. If only the internal sensors had picked up the leak.

"GET ME A MEDIC!" a senior officer wailed about rushing to the aid of the victim. He himself suffered from a large gash down the side of his face - dripping with every word he spoke.

"Riley! Can you hear me?" moans and groans of pain cracked the air as an under qualified officer battled with the blaze that raged Engineering. "Where the hell is that medic?!" the senior officer blared once more. The frantic situation had barely begun and people were already panicking - forgetting all of their training. One woman kept relatively cool and called out to the computer.

"Activate the T.E.M.P, we have injured!" the computer responded with a melted dialtone. It had suffered from the explosion. She rushed across the room to find an operating console avoiding a secondary blast. She screamed thrusting her arms around her head before buckling at the knees and toppling to the floor.

BOOM, BOOM, _BOOM...

[/b][/sub] it continued.

She eventually found her ground and scrabbled to her feet reaching the console to type in a sloppy request. Before her eyes the T.E.M.P. fizzled into being.

"How may I be of assistance?" came the voice of the female whose avatar was fluctuating more than usual. She was a part of the ship and the holographic projectors had been damaged. "Heal the injured!" she commanded of the hologram. The T.E.M.P. turned to see the battlefield behind her. Her programming kicked in and she began to move to the most injured of the people. She reached out with her arm only for it to disappear in front of her. She turned her head back at the officer who brought her there. "Please repair and monitor the holographic projectors as I work."

She nodded and tapped away at the console. The hologram's arm reappeared in a few moments allowing her access to the victim of the blast. From her built in scanner she registered thirteen injured.[/blockquote]

[jsneill]

John was beginning to think that his skill set was completely redundant on board this ship. He would have been much better off actually going to University, or joining the military, if he'd wanted to fit in here. But instead, he'd gone into crime. And he'd spent four years in jail, two with the government, only to turf up on a space ship and be generally no help whatsoever. Apart from turning the power off and on again once. Yes, that made him feel really good about himself.

Rolling his eyes at his own thoughts, he had been walking down the corridor right past engineering when the explosion had gone off. The blast wave knocked him off his feet into the wall, where he let out an undignified, "oof!" and fell to the floor. Shaking his head, he blinked hard, trying to get his bearings. Had engineering just blown up?

Quickly climbing back onto his feet, he groaned as his ribs ached - hopefully none of them were broken - and ran over to the door. Everything was in complete disarray with people running and screaming, fire bursting out everywhere. It was insanity. He swept his eyes up and down the corridor until he saw a fire extinguisher. Hoisting it up and out of it's storage unit, he hurried in and began to douse the fire with the foam, a strangely heroic action for him.

A flame burst out from the side at him, and he dodged out of the way, it just scorching the arm of his shirt, singing his skin. Gritting his teeth, he fought back with the extinguisher, keeping going until it ran out. By now, other people had stepped in and were helping, and the medical team were already around helping the wounded. Dropping the empty extinguisher to the floor, he took a look at his arm and cursed. If he didn't get it seen to quickly, it was going to scar, for sure.

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The T.E.M.P strangely felt something. It was as if she was feeling an emotion. She felt compassion for those who were hurt. It was... painful. It was annoying. It was distracting her from her work. She blocked it out.

Throwing her hand into the air she gripped a medical device that shifted into existence. She held it as if she were to stab someone in the back before thrusting it into the arm of the injured crewman lying in front of her. He moaned and attempted to rolled over. However, his genius plan to get away from the pain was foiled by the T.E.M.P's arm who pulled him back into the recovery position. Just as she pulled out a bandage to wrap around his now sanitized wounds her whole world began to turn. Her eyes began to fluctuate in place.

"Crewman!" she ordered. The nervous woman nodded and battled against the malfunctioning holoprojectors. The medic shook her head as her sight returned. "Thank you." she said as sincerely as possible under the circumstances. She brought the bandage around his wounds before shifting avatar. It took a little longer than usual. Her form was now of a large man with plenty of strength to pull the man's body out of danger to allow her to move to the next patient.

The T.E.M.P got to her feet and phased through all the debris on the floor to get to the next patient. The room was still screaming and the fires still roared though they were beginning to dissipate. The extinguisher was doing a good job. Then something clicked inside of her artificial intelligence. She was a part of the ship and so she knew exactly what had happened. The leak, the cable, the explosion - everything. It was then she realized. Well, it was more like she sensed the next explosion. Rushing to her feet, leaving her patient she shifted from one side of the room to the other just in time to shove the man with the extinguisher away from the blazed wall in time for the fire to engulf her in one more blast. The engineer who was monitoring her program froze at the panel she couldn't see her program any longer.

[jsneill]

John should have thought to move, it wasn't wise staying in one position when fires were bursting out here, there and everywhere, at random intervals. His brain one on thing, and that was putting out the fire. Usually, he was very aware of his surrounds, but the chaos around him was making it hard for him to concentrate. All he could hear were screams and sounds of more equipment exploding. People were seriously injured and crying out in pain. All of it assaulted his ears, and so he didn't notice the panel next to him spark dangerously.

The next thing he knew, he was being flung to the floor again, landing heavily on his arm and already damaged ribs. Casting his eyes back to where he had been, he watched as a woman was seemingly engulfed in flames. He let out a shout of "no!", before blinking hard. The flames pulled back and the woman had vanished completely. She couldn't have been burned to a crisp. Any human would have been lying on the ground writhing in agony, their flesh burning - like he could have been if she hadn't knocked him out of the way - but instead, she was nowhere to be seen.

Instead, a voice came from behind him, and he jumped. It was the same woman, her picture fluxing and fluctuating like a hologram. She was a hologram - she hadn't been harmed. John let out a sigh of relief, his ribs screaming as he did so. "Thank you," he said quickly, trying to refrain from screwing his face up in pain. There were people around who needed more attention than he did, even though he was pretty sure now that his other arm was sprained, on top of the potentially broken ribs and burned shoulder.

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It was odd. A hologram had never been heroic before. They were computer simulations - structured illusions that merely followed their programming to the tee. The T.E.M.P was different. She was the latest in holographic technology. She was built to develop on her own accord and within the short time she had been active - she'd felt the impulse of compassion and the drive to save a life. I think all she was really worried about was gaining another patient.

The blaze took her form and her optical scan moved from engineering to pure energy as she shifted herself to another holoprojector. She reappeared mere steps away from her last location.

"Thank you" came the man's words. "It was no ^prob_lem." She shook her head and gripped her temple. Her program had been damaged. Her voice was compromised and her avatar was shifting into permanent flux. She needed to be repaired and fast! She didn't want to lose her sort term memory. This may have been a traumatic time but it was her first. It was the first time for her to be online since her initial tests back at New Earth.

She looked at the man in the eyes and smiled. "I must continue." before turning to the next patient. If she forgot about this then that was that. She needed to heal. Medicine was her primary impulse and took up over three quarters of her program.

[William Blake]

((Tossing Will in; if anyone can fix TEMP, it's him xD))

Will's head span in the darkness and he let out a moan. What the hell had happened? His eyes fluttered open, and his ears readjusted, everything coming into focus, including his memory. An explosion. And from the sounds of things, it hadn't stopped yet. Everything had been thrown into complete chaos, they couldn't have predicted that it was going to happen, and now stopping it was going to be difficult, but they needed to, before the whole ship went up in flames. And yet, the main thought on Will's mind was, thank God Natalie isn't on duty.

Dragging himself on to his feet, he blinked hard to get rid of any lingering dizziness, and sucked in his bottom lip as a burning sensation spread across his chest. He'd been caught in the blast, it had obviously hit him in the chest; it wasn't a bad burn, but it still hurt like hell. Never mind that for now, they had to get this mess sorted and under control. There really was never a boring moment on this ship.

After stumbling about for a moment, trying to find something to douse the fire with, he saw that one of the engineers had activated the new T.E.M.P. program, but it was in bad shape. An engineer was frantically trying to fix it, but to no avail. "Move!" Will told her, nudging her away from the console as he took control. If you wanted something doing properly, you had to do it yourself. The T.E.M.P. was vital in this situation. It was way too dangerous for all the medical officers to be running about in here, and, as it had apparently proven, it could withstand a fair amount of damage.

Tapping furiously at the console, he began fixing code in the program, reconstructing important parts while still allowing the core program to run. Obviously, the program couldn't feel anything, but his adjustments would effect the program at all while it worked.

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The T.E.M.P has just finished up on her third patient when her avatar was lost once more. She was merely a blue blur with limbs. She was still able to perform her work but it had grown more difficult. Not only that, but she looked like a strange alien life form darting about the place teleporting from one patient to the next. It must have been frightful to be healed by such a being. She'd lost all control of her vocal sub-coding. Her ability to talk disappeared. Not only that but she was blurting out robotic noises every now and then. She felt a little helpless but she was still able to heal her patients. Just as she felt her program was going to be lost she felt parts of her coding being repaired step by step.

"Frrrrr...s h ga! Ly.. im parrrrt pleea...se hold still." She instructed her next patient as another blast shot over her head. Looking up she spotted the chief engineer tapping furiously at the console attempting to repair her complex programming. It was dangerous really. The program needed to be offline to be repaired properly. She reached out to prop up her patient's head when she disappeared once more - reappearing moments later on her feet a few metres away. Her default avatar had been repaired.

"How may I be of..." she looked to the man at the console. "Thank you Mr. Blake." She felt renewed but parts of her were still nonoperational. Her omnilinguistic application was inactive. Not that it mattered much. She believed everyone present could speak English.

Using her regenerated energy she rushed over to the fiery wall to help extinguish the fire. She was gaining patients at a faster rate than she was healing them. Thrusting her hands forward in front of her they shifted shape into large pipes. A jet of air came from both pipes at great speed. She knew the fire had been caused by a plasma leak and so water wouldn't do the trick.

[jsneill]

Now that John's fire extinguisher had run out, and the whole upper half of his body felt like it was in pain, he didn't know what else he could do. That heroic act of his had almost got him killed. He acted impulsively and stupidly for once, and although it may have helped to save some lives, he had no intention of doing that again any time soon. That was what he thought at the moment anyway, no doubt if anything like this happened again, he'd be straight in there doing his best to help. This altruistic side he'd suddenly developed was going to be a pain, he could tell.

The holographic Doctor said that she had other people to tend to, and he nodded, waving her off, he could deal with himself for now. Dragging himself onto his feet, he chose to remove himself from the area closest to the fire, he didn't particularly fancy the idea of being hit by another blast. He might not be so lucky.

Once he was far enough away, he slumped against the wall, sliding down to the floor, closing his eyes against the floor. If he ever made it back to Earth then he certainly had a lot to talk about when he next paid a visit to his mother. She'd be amazed, no doubt, and proud of him. She didn't know about his criminal past, and that he'd been in prison, but she knew he wasn't usually one to risk his life for others.

Sucking in a breath, he looked around; the chaos was dissipating with people being moved to the medical bay, or just generally getting out of the way of danger. Will, the chief engineer, was still dangerously close to the fire, typing furiously at a console. The hologram was trying to put out the fire, seeing her change her arms made him raise his eyebrows. What hadn't they programmed this hologram to do?