<a class="link link--internal" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=83335&amp;pid=2015179#pid2015179"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#dda0dd">Iona Knutesdottir<br/>
</span></a>Unknown Ticonderoga Class Ship<br/>Morning Watch<br/>Tagged: All<br/><br/>Quite the scene?  What did that mean?  Not liking Thomyris' tone, sensing there was something that rightly made her stutter, Iona wanted more information but at the same time needed the girl to buck up in confidence.  She'd exhibited good judgment in not alarming the others with a shocked report but still needed to work on being dispassionate when leading.  Since Donovan hadn't broadcast anything, even on a side channel, it might be bad, bad and gruesome most likely, but not dangerous.<br/><br/>"Stand by.  I'm almost to Engineering and want to do an eyes on before we try to draw power."  In her earphones a once every few minutes tick, a scratch across her helmet's speakers, had been picking up to where it was several times a minute, then once every ten or so seconds; particles of ionizing radiation that her suit picked up and warned her about with audible ticks.  Armored, hardened against radiation, her suit was a deep space working model where a solar flare or getting caught in the wake of a careless ship might give you a nice set of glowing bones if you weren't wearing it, she wasn't worried but only fools rushed in.  As the ticks grew in intensity and frequency the Captain slowed.<br/><br/>At the next corner her helmet speakers positively exploded and the faceplate of her helmet went almost opaque with radiation triggered shielding particles that suddenly aligned and threw themselves between the source and Iona's eyes.  A quick flip and kick sent her back around the corner and the levels dropped and she could see again as her helmet cleared.<br/><br/>"Disregard.  All hands, stay forward of frame," she leaned in closer to read the numbers, "sixty-three.  Severe radiation leak from the Engineering spaces.  I'm guessing they either didn't yank out the armor around it or replaced it with water storage and that's why we didn't pick anything up on the way over.  No idea what exactly happened inside but it's not worth getting hot to find out."  Absently she brushed her hands on her suit, as if radiation was a physical thing she could dust off and be clean of.  "Thomyris, you can try to power up.  It may be glowing but there might still be working power, backup thermal couplings or something.  If not, have your team" - Donovan - "jack some emergency power cells from the kit in and see what you can find."<br/><br/>"I am headed back to assist in getting the pod to the shuttle."