Tahnna'Whanna Sector Wikia
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Noah could see the raw energy arc from the inflow power conduit that he just unplugged to the intake port on the shield generator. He saw his hands being burned, the power surges carrying the current from his finger tips up through his forearms. The pain coursed through his arms but he knew that Phoenix’s only chance was in his hands. He desperately jammed the conduit into the shield generator and felt the feedback hit his body. The bolt struck him in the chest and he instantly knew he had no control over his body. His legs locked then crumpled, no longer able to support his weight. He saw the LCARS panel show that the shunt had worked but a high-frequency whine told him otherwise. The panel exploded, sending large pieces of duranium and silicone slicing through his face. One of his feet rested against the panel, which gave the power what it desperately wanted: easy access to the path of least resistance. The power shot through his body before….  

Noah sat bolt upright in his bed. His was breathing like he’d just run a half marathon and he was sweating just as much. He looked at his hands. They still bore the bandages that covered his singed appendages. His arms crinkled and cracked as the new synth-flesh adjust to his movement. He looked at the terminal display in his quarters. It read 0145 hours local. He knew there was no way he’d be getting back to sleep for some time. He got out of bed, threw on his workout gear and then looked at the bag lying at the foot of his bunk. As an afterthought he grabbed it too. A climb might be just what he needed to focus his mind. Wearing down his body as well would be a pleasant side effect.  

Noah stared at the rock face before him. He’d wanted to try it since he saw the day he came to Bersallis III. He’d stopped into Ops and checked in with the Gamma shift Officer of the Watch. Things were relatively quiet for OPX, for the moment. He told the OOD that he was going climbing and that he expected to be on the rock for about three hours. He left instructions that at three hours and one minute if he hadn’t checked in, the OOD was to check in with him. Noah knew his skills well enough to know that the climb should take about an hour and a half; two at max. Anything beyond that meant that he was possibly in trouble. He shook off all the thoughts that didn’t revolve around climbing and did several breathing exercises in preparation. Once he was sure he was focused, Noah stepped forward, chalked his hands and grabbed the mountain.  



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