Rolled 3 (1d4)
>>5578102You struggle frustratedly to reconnect with your body, fighting off the effects of the sedative but the going is slow. You don't have any more time to waste, your crew may be free now but the enemy is still out there. Even if you may have managed to dodge any initial attempt they might have made to hit you with a directed energy weapon at range, if they considered that minor manoeuvre or your earlier shots at the incoming boarding craft a threat they could have other nasty surprises en route. Maybe not more DEWs but a railcannon shot would be nasty or an entire volley of torpedoes, stars forbid. You begin to feel a dull ache as the smotheringly warm effects of the drug begin to fade and the distant voices become clearer.
“Mr La’afette, I need you to… clear that ice off the airlock. We need a way out. Ms Clifton, detach the cables from… that orb. We don't know what it’ll do… if it powers up again.”
Ops officer Kiro is in fine form today, you note wryly despite the circumstances. Though the Marrok really needs to just select an appropriate commander’s voice from the translator presets instead of trying to mimic old historical training holos with his reptilian lips. You definitely need to rouse yourself before he gets it in his head to start talking like that all the time, it might just drive you insane.
You hear your Tactical and Navigation officers acknowledge their temporary commander, Kiro’s position as your executive officer coming into play, and you soon hear the sounds of rhythmic tapping on ice (the ever efficient Coen) and metallic ripping and tearing (Cleo’s more enthusiastic approach).
“Now, Dr Eyes-of-Night… you must wake the Acting Captain now that he has stopped yelling. I’m sure he was just… having another one of his nightmares.” Kiro’s voice is closer now, or maybe your hearing has returned in full, you wish it was your speech instead so you could tell your little bro to cut out the voice he’s doing.
“Don’t you ‘Dr Eyes-of-Night’ me, young man!” Your Science officer’s soft humming language comes across the translator in a mature woman’s spirited and haughty tone — despite the Tyllano having attended the same year group as both Kiro and yourself at your family’s academy.
“This is my patient and I am still clearing those terrible nanomats from his system. Do you even know how much damage they’ve done to his bones? I swear, Dallas has a death wish, distracting me with farfetched wyrm-stories and sneaking in here alone.”
>Rolling for the damage the nanomats we used to temporarily heal our bones did while we ignored our doctor’s orders. (1d4: 1 = Minor Bruising -> 4 = Wide scale bone rot.) 