First Officer's Log: Graveyard

[Cmdr Ridire 0]

            Aidan lets his gaze sweep the bridge of the USS Cairo as he feels his stomach sink to his feet.  He circles around the tactical railing as he gingerly steps over the bodies of the bridge crew.  He steps down to the central area of the bridge and moves to check whether the two people at the Helm and Ops survived or not.  He finds them dead, burned nearly beyond possible recognition, so he turns his attention to the center seats.  As he steps towards them the other members of the away team fan out around the bridge, checking the bodies and the stations.  As far as Aidan can tell there were no survivors on the bridge, not even the Captain and First Officer who both got impaled by a largish piece of metal that, judging by the placement, had come from the viewscreen or behind it.  He ignores the gaping wounds in the Captain's chest and the First Officer's neck as he closes their glassed-over eyes.  He taps his commbadge and says "Ridire to Captain Michaels.  We've reached the Bridge.  All the consoles are blown out and everyone here looks to be dead.  There might be survivors among the Bridge crew that are unconscious but from the looks of it, it would be a blo....miracle.  Both the Captain and the First Officer are dead, they got caught by something exploding."  He glances back at the viewscreen which looks like something took a bite out of it.  He adds "Judging by the looks of it, they got caught by part of the support for the main viewscreen."  

 

      He sweeps his gaze around the bridge and his attention focuses on the face of the body nearest to Tactical, a face that had been out of his line of sight when he stepped down to the forward part of the Bridge.  He stumbles backwards and nearly trips over some debris as he feels his heart and stomach sink to his feet.  Distantly he hears the Captain's voice prompting him to continue the report.  Tonelessly he says "Captain, stand by," as he reaches to tap the commbadge again, cutting off the transmission.  

 

    He steps next to the body and lowers to one knee as he gently turns it over.  He finds himself looking down into the glassed-over eyes and face of someone all too familiar.  He reaches down and gently closes her eyes, finding the accusation he sees in them much too hard of a pain to bear.  He closes his eyes against the sudden assault of tears and emotions as he murmurs "Dammit, Fiona, I told you to stay on the Venture."

[MisterSmith 0]

Ridire, on Intrepid class bridges, Tac isn't a railing and OPS is no where near Helm!