Oh, awesome. I'll go then.
EDIT @ Nirur who posted while I was writing my post: I am here actually
"RED ALERT! RED ALERT! ALL HANDS TO BATTLE STATIONS!"
As if the siren had not woken me up, the captain added to the volume level with his exclamation over the ships intercom. His voice had a certain edge to it, and was pitched quite higher than usual. This usually happened when he was stressed. There was a betting pool for when his voice would finally crack.
Regardless of how rude the awakening was, my reflexes kicked in and before I had blinked I was in my Vac suit. The helmet clicked onto the hook at the top of my spine, ready to slam down on my head sealing me inside automatically the moment the room's pressure dropped, or whenever I pressed the override button to seal my suit up myself. The automatic seal was notorious for failing, so I had developed the habit of sealing it myself at the first sign of damage to the section around me. Too many Ensign's had failed to understand that idea.
I made sure my hair was well inside my suit. It was already in a tight polytail, but it was always good to be sure. I kept my hair at exactly the maximum length the Safeholdian Star Navy allowed, but I still wished it could be longer. On the other hand I did understand the practicality of the rule. Getting one's hair pulled out by an angry Vac suit helmet is not a fun experience.
Before I left my quarters I paused for a moment over the red medkit attached to the lid of my footlocker. A split second later I was out the door, having left the medkit behind.
As I rocketed into the hallway two reds appeared from out of no where, "Lieutenant Commander Volatar, we're here to assist you."
"Just you two?" I raised my eyebrows.
"We're the only ones who were nearby sir." His eyes flickering down for just a second. I mentally rolled my eyes. There were not many women on board, but those that were, were issued rather... tighter Vac suits then the men. I made a mental note to have a word with the quartermaster on the one.
"By the fact that your not on the bridge, I suppose this isn't a drill is it?" The other Ensign asked me.
"You are correct. Lets get going then." I began running down the hallway towards the lift.
As I reached an intersection two more Ensigns appeared carrying a box. From the way they held it, it looked rather heavy.
Knowing how heavy it
actually was, I grabbed it with one arm and threw it into the nearest closet. It made a hollow sound.
"You two, your with me." I barked before the two could gulp.
I hit my comm, "Captain, whats the situation?"
"We seem to have encountered no less than three other ships, but they are not the Gbaba, I repeat,
not the Gbaba."
"Then who the h-" I broke off as the ship rocked from a hit. "Who the hell is shooting at us sir? ....Sir?"
"Sorry, I was returning fire. We don't know yet. We are trying to figure that out." he replied after a few seconds, then broke the connection.
"Commander Torir to Damage control on the port beam cannon." The captain rang out over the intercomm.
"What do we do?" One of the reds panted, finally catching up to me. My stride is legendary for its length, and the other three Ensign's were still far behind, even running to catch up.
I checked my sidearm, "We fight."
(tl;dr: Play 2x Redshirt, Discard 1x Heal, No Movement.)
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