January 11th, 2552 Evac Drill
A Bunny suited Katherine ‘Kat’ James reporting
There’s nothing like an emergency drill after the fact. The ‘Twilight of the Gods’ hull ruptured. The emergency call rippled through the fleet. Before the klaxons fell silent, half the crew was gone.
There was a tense silence as the recovery teams were assembled and the ships’ emergency teams were dispatched. Being the closest ship, crews from the Valkyrie were the first to arrive.
As a trainee, I wasn’t allowed anywhere near the breached ship, but since I was perfectly capable of flying the service vessels, I became an evac driver, ferrying crew and supplies between the two craft. Mechanics and military engineers shored up the bulkheads between the breach and space.
Being neither fleet, nor military I don’t have a fancy fitted suit. As such, I was issued an emergency suit, which was more a sealed bag with a visor than a spacesuit. I didn’t really need it, but the rules say I have to, so I did.
By the end of the day, we were all exhausted, so someone decided it was the perfect time for an evac drill.
I found it in poor taste, but it was a reminder that life goes on.