SD 241907.28 || How in the what with the why?

Posted on 28 Jul 2019 @ 1:22pm by Lieutenant Tye Beryl

362 words; about a 2 minute read

=/\= Bridge =/\=

All was well, until it wasn't. The ship lurched, and Tye fought to hold onto her station, though she wasn't able to stay in her seat. It was a struggle to pull herself back into the chair, and that was only part of the battle. The ship was being pulled into a gravity well and she was the one person the Captain (and the rest of the crew) was relying on to get them out of it. The weight of that responsibility was pushed to the back of her mind, as the Chief Helm officer needed to focus on the task at hand.

The ship fought the gravity well, and it fought Tye. She growled as her fingers flew across the panel while also trying to keep herself in her seat. The ship was shuddering, but the CHelm officer trusted the inertial dampeners to hold her together. Behind her, the Captain issued orders to engineering for more power. Tye put the power to good use, though the increased power strained the ship, and she wondered if the structural integrity would hold as the Odin shuddered hard.

"Report!"

"We're beginning to break loose!" Tye replied, and then the ship shot forward like a slingshot. The woman behind the helm controls was tossed out of her seat, and everything went dark.

Klaxons were still going off when Tye's eyes fluttered open as she heard the captain call for a report. It took every ounce of effort to pull herself back into her seat. The Captain repeated her question, "We have . . .moved. We are. . ." She shook her head, "That can't be right?"

"What" Mal said from behind her.

Tye didn't respond right away, but double checked her readings. How was that even possible, "According to the computer, we're. . .at Earth."

When Malena reported they were also at some other time, Tye felt the blood drain from her face. How the fuck did that happen? She'd heard of using a sun as a sling shot. . . was it possible the gravity well acted in the same manner? More importantly. . .how the hell were they going to get back?

End Log
Lt Tye Beryl
CHelm ~ USS Odin

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