The Starshina's recovered enough to stand up straight. Wincing a little, he makes his way over to one of the walls and pulls down a first-aid kit. Wordlessly, he smashes a gel-pack of some kind against the wall, then hands it to Kirk as its internal temperature starts to drop.
Apalkov mutters something; without looking up Tsybenko says, "Annealing process beginning. He heats the control rods up to two-fifty Celsius to bleed off the Wigner energy so we do not heat up to two thousand five hundred Celsius instead. We do not leave until the bleed is finished."
The waves were dark and purplish, almost black, and clutched at the yielding red mud of the bank as if with uncouth, greedy hands. I could not but feel that some noxious marine mind had declared a war of extermination upon all the solid ground, perhaps abetted by the angry sky...
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Re: Action Time: Team Submarine
Date: 2008-01-31 03:31 pm (UTC)Apalkov mutters something; without looking up Tsybenko says, "Annealing process beginning. He heats the control rods up to two-fifty Celsius to bleed off the Wigner energy so we do not heat up to two thousand five hundred Celsius instead. We do not leave until the bleed is finished."
The waves were dark and purplish, almost black, and clutched at the yielding red mud of the bank as if with uncouth, greedy hands. I could not but feel that some noxious marine mind had declared a war of extermination upon all the solid ground, perhaps abetted by the angry sky...