<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/atnkNxq.png)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Name</strong></span>: Riak of Th'Assum (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329997.msg15764119#msg15764119)</strong><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Location</strong></span>: Bridge<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Content</strong></span>: Awakening, Growl<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Tag | Mention</strong></span>: H'Raal, Winn, Nelan<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It had been chaos. The moment Captain gave the command to engage "the Hell out of Dodge" maneuver, everything began failing. His well calculated half a dozen escape vectors out of the count, nothing was as it seemed.<strong>"I've never seen anything like it cap-" </strong><br/><br/>And then it all went black for him. hazy images, sounds of action, pulsating pain from his left antennae, that had received a membrane squishing trauma, developing a black bruise and drooping against his his forehead. His head leaning on the console in front, eyes half open.<br/><br/>Then, someone calling his name, yanking the Andorian out of the worst of the concussive state. The pain floods in, but that part is nothing new. He was a warrior, and pain is the tool that keeps you alive and awake. His senses sharpening, working only on half power, but still, enough for the duties of a bridge officer.<br/><br/><strong>"Lieutenant Riak, reporting."</strong>Mostly to let others know he was back in the count, grimace hiding the sudden fizzy spell from quick posture change. His eyes, moving to read the blue blood covered screen in front of him.<strong>"Warp core off-line, no damage. Impulse drive inoperable. Location, unknown. Shall I engage the distr- "</strong>His sentence cut short, as his intact antennae tilts leading his head to turn.<br/><br/><strong>"Was that a growl?" </strong>responding to sound of a faint animalistic sounds coming from outside the bridge. That How long was he out? He didn't recall a noise like that coming from any of the crew pets.