Posted July 6, 2020, 3:56 p.m. by Gamemaster Wombat (Gamemaster) (Geoff Joosten)
As the main building of the mine collapsed around them, it took the communications tower and all of the other emergency services that the mining station needed to stay in touch with the outside world. From her spot in front of one of the windows Oeuss saw the last of the survivors hobble over to the main hab. She cursed as the tower came down with a snap.
“Report,” she growled to Borefar as the COS approached with a limp.
“Starfleet,” she grumbled before settling down on one of the beds. “I mean they helped us out of the mines but they some how managed to destroy the mine in the process? I am not sure how they managed to do that, but they did.”
Oeuss grunted and took another sip of the bitter coffee. “How long will it take to dig out and resume operations?” she queried to her staff. “Months,” her second responded, “If we can get everything up and running, but it is doubtful.”
Oeuss sighed again and looked up at the stars, seeing the ship hit warp and cruise out of the system. Shaking her head she cursed again, “Starfleet cadets.”
GM Wombat
OOC: La Fin! This is the end of the sim. I have to finish my draft and rout it through the proper channels for the next mission but stand by to be amazed. Work on your side sims for now. To the crew who left or are left behind, it was truly my pleasure.
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