(( My apologies for not getting to this sooner. Worked like a dog the past few days and then it poured buckets of rain so it was a giant mess ))<br/><br/>BRIDGE<br/><br/>Despite Lieutenant Anatole's suggestion, the computer was overriding the command to enable the forcefield. Energy was currently at critical levels, and since there was oxygen on the outside of the ship, the computer reasoned that there was no need. This could be overruled if absolutely necessary, but would need to come from the highest ranking person available at the moment, which was Commander H'Raal.<br/><br/>Sickbay finally managed to find a couple of first-aid assistants in the form of two crewmen from engineering. The two looked barely out of basic given their otherwise blank rank insignia and standard issue jumpsuits, which were a muted yellow. They were each navigating an anti-grav stretcher, which would orient the person 'down' relative to the gurney rather than what everyone around it perceived as down, meaning they could be moved in and out of the turbolift with relative ease. The two makeshift medics first secured the captain and then the commander, before moving them to the turbolift and off to Sickbay.<br/><br/>ENGINEERING<br/><br/>Ensign Dante Girbach was up to his waist in a mess, quite literally it seemed, for the poor young man was trying to get one of the auxiliary generators back online, and the control unit was buggered good and proper. He had stripped off his uniform jacket in the humid heat of the swamp wafting in, and his fire orange hair was slick with sweat as he and Petty Officer 2nd Class Chloe Kinnear were diagnosing the problem.<br/><br/>The computer was giving them an error in the deuterium intake port, but the port was clear and definitely wasn't fouled as the computer said. Even after swapping the port, the computer was reporting an error. Finally, Chloe swore in her native tongue, something that the universal translator didn't bother translating, and banged the sensor housing. The lights on the control board switched to a solid green, and Dante helped pull Chloe out of the access port.<br/><br/>“Right, let's see if this fires up now,” Dante said as he tapped the controls. There was a solid second of nothing before a soft hiss announced the flow of raw hydrogen into the mix chamber, then a low buzz and hiss before the generators began to turn, and the air soon took on a buzz as the power started to ionize the air. The lights changed from red to their normal white, and after a moment the computer realized there was power to run the life support systems.<br/><br/>Across the ship, the vents began to blow cool, sweet air, and a forcefield that Anatole so desperately wanted appeared and the bridge's temperature began to drop. On the bridge, Ensign Girbach's voice came through the speakers. “Engineering to Bridge, we've got one of the auxiliary generators online but we're having a bear of a time with the others. Anyone available who can give us a hand?”