Post by HugoMcCabe on Jun 10, 2020 2:48:58 GMT
Hugo McCabe was, as a good New Parisian, a huge believer in lost causes. When you came from a world that was built on the ideals of a long-since dead society - and one that had been violently overthrown, at that - such ideas were bred into you. Duty and honor were good and all that, but going out in a blaze of glory? Pefection absolue.
Transfer power from backup generator one to shield emitter seven. Override safety protocols on shield emitter six. Shift power to planetary sensor grid, section gamma.
Of course, the only thing ablaze was his future. He made a judgment call to stay with a project because it was where he could do the most good. Where he could do the thing that he was qualified to do.
Open hailing protocol to Starfleet escape pods. Make sure they land in the right place. Shut down power to generator eleven before it explodes. Recheck sensor grid. Plot likely firing solutions, modify shield coverage to intercept.
It was impossible to explain what was happening planetside. As his fingers waltzed across his control board, he made split-second decisions that only he understood. Borrow power from here. Lend it to there. Shut down this so you can run that. Hope that none of it explodes, or at least that none of it explodes yet.
He couldn't see what was going on in the sky above him, but Gault's sensor grid told him what he needed to know. Aquarius was taking a beating, and he wasn't there to help. He trusted his team - or at least Pendable and the Otters - to do their job well. He wouldn't have stayed planetside if they hadn't.
And yet.
There were at least four Klingon ships. If any of them followed their usual procedure if any of them took a run at the planet? What then?
Remove safety overrides on shield emitter seven. Double up strength on alpha grid. Shut down power to section four.
Here in the center of the town's power grid, he'd be the first to know when things fell apart. He'd be the first to have a chance to fix things, to buy more time. And then?
Maybe a blaze of glory.
Transfer power from backup generator one to shield emitter seven. Override safety protocols on shield emitter six. Shift power to planetary sensor grid, section gamma.
Of course, the only thing ablaze was his future. He made a judgment call to stay with a project because it was where he could do the most good. Where he could do the thing that he was qualified to do.
Open hailing protocol to Starfleet escape pods. Make sure they land in the right place. Shut down power to generator eleven before it explodes. Recheck sensor grid. Plot likely firing solutions, modify shield coverage to intercept.
It was impossible to explain what was happening planetside. As his fingers waltzed across his control board, he made split-second decisions that only he understood. Borrow power from here. Lend it to there. Shut down this so you can run that. Hope that none of it explodes, or at least that none of it explodes yet.
He couldn't see what was going on in the sky above him, but Gault's sensor grid told him what he needed to know. Aquarius was taking a beating, and he wasn't there to help. He trusted his team - or at least Pendable and the Otters - to do their job well. He wouldn't have stayed planetside if they hadn't.
And yet.
There were at least four Klingon ships. If any of them followed their usual procedure if any of them took a run at the planet? What then?
Remove safety overrides on shield emitter seven. Double up strength on alpha grid. Shut down power to section four.
Here in the center of the town's power grid, he'd be the first to know when things fell apart. He'd be the first to have a chance to fix things, to buy more time. And then?
Maybe a blaze of glory.