Reil sighed as he passed the broken turbolift for the second time. He was going in circles already. He took out his comlink.
The response was immediate.
”I’m here! Trouble?”
“Of the less than exciting kind. I’m lost.”
There was a pause.
“Lost? It’s a spaceship Reil, not a hedge maze. What do you mean you’re lost?”
Reil’s frowned deepend. If looks could kill, the comlink might’ve suffered some mild discomfort.
“Yeah, well I’m not proud of it, but I can’t seem to find a way into the rest of the ship. I’ve done a full lap around the lower levels. It looks like these used to be crew quarters, but they’ve been stripped and retrofitted to hold. . .”
“Cargo?” Cali supplied helpfully.
“Junk.” Reil decided upon. “Anyway, I’ve found a lift up to the upper decks, but the control panel down here is busted, so I can’t call it down. I’d need somebody to bring it down before I could take it up.”
Cali started to grow impatient.
“And? Whadya want me to do about it, call their bridge and complain?”
“Well aside from your really helpful sarcasm, I was hoping the computer had finally identified the make of the ship, so you could pull up some schematics for me.”
“Nope, the computer still doesn’t know what the hell you’re on. You’ll have to find your own way up.”
Reil rolled his eyes.
Reil was about to put away his comlink when Cali chimed in again.
“You know, if I were you, I’d look for something important to break.”
Reil considered this.
“Well that'd make me feel better, but I don’t see how it would help.”
He could hear Cali sighed from across the com channel.
“Because if it was important enough, they’d have to send someone down the lift to fix it.”
Reil looked up at the network of pipes over his head thoughtfully.
“Hmmm. . .”
Cali waited expectantly at the com, as it fell silent on Reil’s end for several minutes. Then it crackled to life.
“Well that outta do it!”
Reil sounded so proud, Cali wondered if he even remembered it was her idea.
“The turbo lift is coming down?”
“Well, no, not right this second. But soon I’ll wager.”
Cali was skeptical.
“What makes you so sure?”
“I busted the outflow to the water tank. Someone will be down any minute to try and stop the venting.”
“Well that’s good. I think. Where’d you get the water to drain to though, I thought you were stuck on that deck?”
There was pause.
“Drain? Ummm, yeah. . . Well I don’t really have a spot to drain it. So now it’s mostly around my ankles.” Reil admitted sheepishly.
“Reil!” Cali shouted into the com.
“Relax, Cali, everything is fine.”
“Fine? You’re flooding the compartment you’re in! How is that fine?!”
Reil spoke in soft soothing tones.
“Cali, relax. Right now alarms are going off in the cockpit alerting the pilot to the water leak. They’ll send someone down any minute to fix it. And when they do, then I’m on the lift up, and it’s some other poor sap whose job it is to deal with it. ”
Cali was unconvinced.
“Don’t worry. I’ll bet news of the leak is all over the ship right now, if they’ve got a pilot who’s even half awake.
*******************************Aparently half awake is too much to ask for these days, Reil noted ruefully, as the water level was already past his waist, and still no activity from the lift. He had thought about heading back the Whydah, but it seemed that to prevent flooding the entire lower level the ships computer had sealed the hatchway into the other rooms.
"Okay, I could, maybe be in some peril here."
Zealos Reil thought he was hot
so he left the sim-pod cold
on his eighth mission he got shot
and that's all there is to be told.
Draw your own conclusions rookies.