This is an older story that I’ve been working on for some time, on and off. Theres more to it but this is the part that has been edited semi professionally. By myself, so that probably doesnt count as professionally then. Anyway enough rambling, I present piece number two (yeah really need to come up with names for these)
Twelve warning lights flashed around the room, a somewhat deafening klaxon roared.
“Shit, shut up moron.” Florin muttered stumbling out of his bunk. He hit the release for the cabins door and racing into the bridge, buttoning up his over jacket,
“What, what, what?” He yelled, “What the hell’s going on Phiel?”
“The safety cutout on the secondary thrusters has cut in.” Phiel, the ships AI answered calmly.
“Why?” Florin asked, scanning the console for an answer.
“A small meteorite I believe.” it stated.
“Damn it Phiel quit it with the calm voice. Can’t you panic or something.” Florin yelled
“Why?” Phiel asked, “Would it make you feel better?”
“Yes damn it!”
“Okay” Phiel paused then continued “oh help, help whatever will I do? The end is near, oh me oh my oh help, oh panic.” it flustered sarcastically.
“Highly amusing, now shut up” Florin swore under his breath as he ran a diagnostic check on the thruster.
“Phiel shut down the power coupling to it and flush the plasma jet.” he ordered, the console bleeped and the diagnostic overview display changed colour as the ship shuddered as a large plasma stream shot out the rear.
“Thruster systems shut down, secondary thrusters are off-line, primary are holding on stand-by.”
“Good, now a run a full diagnostic check on the system and find out what happened.”
“Oh yes oh mighty one; at once oh mighty one.” Phiel said sarcastically.
“And shut up.”
Florin scanned the console in search of any clues,
“Phiel how long have we not had any frasier shields online?” He asked, somewhat disturbed.
“Since we left Torean 2, why?”
“WHY!” florin yelled, “Let’s see; we just got hit by a rock and you ask me why I have a problem with the frasiers being offline.”
“They are not offline, we have 20% shields’ on the nose section,” Phiel answered calmly, “And anyway the ‘rock’ didn’t hit us.”
“Say again?” Florin interrupted.
“The rock did not hit us.” Phiel repeated slowly, “The power coupling blew just before the meteorite hit, totally disintegrating it.”