Bridge
Bridgett’s scream didn’t elicit much of a response from the bridge, and nobody on the deck seemed to do anything either. It was more than likely that the added gunshots had given them even more reason not to poke their heads up, since no matter who had fired them it meant whatever was happening was still happening. That made it eerily silent apart from Bridgett and the storm outside, and this was compounded by the fact that there seemed to be no response from the lower decks.
However, when she hit the door, it opened rather swiftly and a hand grabbed her arm, pulling her inside. It happened fast enough that there wouldn’t be much time to react, and even if there was it was very noticeable that the hand did not belong to a soldier, or at least not someone dressed in combat gear. In fact, once she was inside, she would see that it was one of the bridge crew, who hissed at her, “Shh, quiet! Are you trying to get yourself killed too?”
Should she choose to look around at all, what was immediately clear was that there was nobody on the bridge that even remotely resembled a soldier. There was nobody dead either, and all that were here were what one would expect from a normal bridge crew. Most were at their stations, although a few - like the young man that had pulled her through the door, and the young woman who had shut the door behind her - had gotten up from wherever their post was.
The Captain still sat in his chair, although his back was currently to both the door and Bridgett. He remained silent, at least for the moment.
Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.
03-Oct-2017 16:52:49