Print They had obviously been the first thing to hit the wall when the impact occurred. Tsorach grimaced and tried to pry open the maintenance panel located on the rail's underside. The door had warped, though, and try as he might, he could not get it open. He pulled a multi-utility tool from his belt and tried again which only resulted in him breaking off the time of the tool's blade.

Wonderful, he thought. He cast about for another plan. There had to be a way he could get out of here. He ran his hands over the tools on his belt. Several screw drivers and a wrench were there. Nothing I can really use against this.

He began pacing in frustration. He could feel the energy building in him. He discharged little bolts into the walls around him, trying to work out his anger. He needed to keep his head clear.

Or maybe that anger was the answer. Tsorach turned to the wall and kneeled down. He held out his right hand, and channelled a terrific burst of energy straight into the wall. It was slow going, but the wall did melt under the sustained barrage. After several minutes he had a hole large enough to fit his toes into. He continued working his way up the floor, burning toe- and hand-holds into the bridge of the Nekhual. The captain will have my head for this, he thought.

Channelling that much electricity took a toll on Tsorach. He was not an overly large example of The People, nor was he imbued with stamina. He had to climb back down to the walls often to rest.

As he worked his way up the floor, a new worry began to gnaw at Tsorach's mind. The door to the bridge was usually just an opening archway. During emergencies, however, a pair of electricity resistant blast doors slid shut to protect Nekhual's nervous system. If those had closed, he was as good as dead.

When he finally got to the doors, he was relieved to find that the blast doors had not completely closed. The power must've gone down right in the middle of them closing. He squeezed through the gap, collapsing onto the doors to regroup. Just a bit more, then I'll sleep in my hibernation pod.

As he burned his way slowly up the corridor, he tried to think of what could have caused the power loss. There was a plethora of things that could have triggered such massive failures. He automatically ruled out the worst-case scenario. The hibernation pods' life support panels all glowed, meaning that they had gone into individual mode. At least they'll keep until I figure out what's wrong. Checking for loose wiring or leaks in the hull were his first two priorities. Both would be time consuming, but they were the easiest problems to fix.

After several hours of hard work, Tsorach finally reached his hibernation pod. He flopped in it and fell asleep without a second thought.