Engineering Deck

The lift hits the Engineering deck with a ding, inside stepping out into the hanger it’s clear that more then a little chaos took place here, in the center of the room near the Cheyanne is a blast mark, the metal of the floor is peppered with shrapnel and in the epicenter of the blast zone is a pool of blood which turns into a line of blood that B lines straight for the elevator.

Sarah briefly considers the Cheyanne, it looks undamaged, her pilot still lives… but even Bianca never seemed to consider the possibility, perhaps with the entire ship being dragged down towards the planet, the drop ship wouldn’t be able to launch from the hanger in the first place.

Attached to the hanger bay is the engineering section of the deck and on the opposite side are doors that lead to both the maintenance bay and the armory.

The engineering section appears locked down, a warning light is lit above the door, informing those outside that the engine room has depressurized meaning the entire section is uninhabitable.

There are the sounds of commotion from within the maintenance bay but with the door closed it’s hard to determine what is happening inside, Sarah can only imagine it’s Danials in there.

The door to the armory rests open, inside Sarah can spot PFC Cruz and doing something, she’s looting the armory by the looks of it.

Sarah rushes to the Armory, Cruz taking note of her entrance and tosses her a duffle bag.

“What the hell are you doing?! The ships going down!” She shouts, prompting Cruz to glance her way before pulling a large case down off a shelf, almost falling over as the sudden weight pulls on her arms.

“What’s it look like I’m doing, huh? Get to packing, we’ll hit any minute and we gotta save this stuff…!” She says as she pops open the case, looking inside before breathing a sigh of relief, apparently she’s found what she’s looking for.

“We’ll never make it to the galley if we have to lug all this shit! Leave it!” Shouts Sarah as she marches over to the preoccupied PFC.

“We ain’t going to the galley! Those APC’s are built like bricks covered in packing peanuts, we load what we can inside her and strap in! As long as nothin’ falls on the door we’ll be fine!” She shouts.

In her voice there’s a certain resolve, she has a deep belief in this plan, if she’s right then maybe the others will be able to protect themselves on a potentially hostile world with the contents of the armory.

“Fuck… alright, fine!” Shouts Sarah, surrendering to hope, she rushes out ver to one of the undisturbed racks of weapons and ammo.

On the ground lining the wall are several short shelving units holding ammo for everything from the standard M41A Pulse Rifle to rounds for the M56 Smartgun, with a swiping arm Sarah pulls it all into the duffle bags open maw before standing up to clear the gun racks that rest directly above the ammo shelves.

The duffle can only hold so much, weight aside, the seams would tear if she tried to shove it all inside, instead she aims to collect the broadest, most relevant pieces of gear she can find, 2 standard pulse rifles, a smartgun and a couple M314 Motion Trackers to boot, in the end, Sarah has to drag the duffle bag across the floor as she can’t lift the fucking thing.

Cruz and Sarah manage to pull the APC door open when Mother begins the final countdown, the one to end the entire ship.

“Warning; impact with planet estimated in 5… 4… 3…” Sarah pulls the door closed, dives in one of the seated and pull the bar down over herself just in time before the world shakes around her.