<<OOC: please disregaurd my last log, it is the same as this one, but this one has the conversation at the beginning from Oraina's log>> =/\= Shuttle cockpit =/\= "I know, it is stupid question, but why we aren`t dead?" Oriana shrugged her shoulders: "Perhaps a warning shot." "But we wont react at the threat. We fly further." Michael nodded and after a few moments he was sure the worst was over. They had been fired upon and survived, hell they didn’t even get hit thanks to the chief and his good manoeuvring. They were now free to land on the asteroid and start a gathering recon on the cousins of Borg, Michael hoped they were no as hard to kill as the Borg, although that was highly unlikely, {Nothing is worse than the Borg surly?} This was just one of the questions that Michael had on his mind. As Michael was contemplating the tactics that the unit would use when on the ground this consol lit up. “Crap, Incoming.” The two platforms that had previously fired on the shuttle were now doing so again. {I was sure we were out of range.} The two purple pulses surged towards the shuttle, their minds set on finding their target this time. The shuttles jinxed to the left and back a lot knocking Michael out of his seat, but it was to no effect. The pulses impacted on the shuttle shacking it like a rag doll. Michael gripped the consol determined not to be pushed away from the station. As the shuttle settled its self Michael saw the read out on the tactical consol. The shields were gone, Michael quickly rerouted the emergency life support though to the shields. They were at thirty three per cent until another strike knocked the back down to nothing. “damn it!!!” Michael rerouted every available system to the shields even the life support. It the shields failed they would be dead anyway so it seemed like the best course of action. The shields were now at sixty percent and the shuttle was heading towards the asteroid with a great deal of speed considering the location was not the easiest to navigate through. For a brief moment Michael thought the shuttle would get to the asteroid without taking any more damage. As Michael thought this the shuttle took two more impacts which again knocked out the shields. The only power that was left in the shuttle that was not nodded was the warp engines, it was clear that Michael needed to reroute the power form there as well. As Michael started tapping in the commands to raise the shields with the extra power the shuttle was hit again. Michael had always herd that an the moment of death your life flashes before your eyes, it doesn’t. Michael’s life didn’t flash before his eyes, all that happened was Michael pulled a stupid face and waited or the shuttle to explode. It did, but Michael’s consol did. He was thrown across the cockpit from the blast, and before he knew what was happing he saw Oriana standing over him with a fire suppression unit. As Michael’s consol blow Michael’s arm had court fire, and Oriana’s calm Vulcan reactions were all that stopped him from being burnt to a crisp. Michael was shocked that the shuttle had survived, in fact the only damage that was taken was to Michael’s station, it was completely destroyed. It was as if somebody had seen what Michael was planning and had put a stop to it before he could complete it, {their showing their strength, they showing me that they can be beaten. Bloody gits.} Michael sat on his chair and waited for more impacts but none came, they had been speared, but why? Michael felt his head and noticed the blood dripping down his face. He had been cut open as he landed on the floor. {Great, twice in one day.} =/\= Eng Log =/\= _________________________________________________________________ Use MSN Messenger to send music and pics to your friends http://www.msn.co.uk/messenger