He saw the beam out of the window, or at least it's glare, and time seemed to slow down. Kevej's eyes crawled down to the monitor, his fingers lifted up to the screen and flicked through a few notices with what seemed like relative ease in this weird half-speed parody of life even though his pulse raced like a damned drum. The light in the cockpit glowed brighter, and suddenly everywhere grew scalding hot within a moment. The last thing he saw before the panic set in was: 

[center][color=red]____________________________________
Alert! Alert! Alert!
Shield Strength at 0%
Alert! Alert! Alert!
Hull Breach Imminent!
____________________________________[/color][/center]

He'd just popped off the harness when Andrea picked him up out of his seat and practically threw him from the bridge when the explosion hit. Kevej was thrown to the floor, hit square on the shoulder by something solid and weighty. He tumbled down the stairs with a series of clangs that he didn't feel or hear. He fell onto his front with his head facing the cockpit and passed out when he hit the bottom for what felt like an eternity, but was awoken by a terrible crunch from further in the ship. 

From the shudder and shake of the ship they were still embattled, so he figured he couldn't have been out that long. He also figured he couldn't well just sit here. His hearing was on the edge of returning, but he could tell the comms were abuzz. He tried to rise and respond but his right arm refused to move. He cursed, and it was at that moment the pain hit him like a freight train. His field of vision exploded into colour, his hearing flipped around to sensory overload and he might have even screamed for all he knew.

It took a few moments, but the colours faded, his hearing returned and he started to hear his own strained breathing. Blood was running down his face and filling up his mouth. He tried to move his arms again and was once more overwhelmed, but this time he felt the pain in his right arm and shoulder. He vaguely remembered using that one to brace his fall initially, and how his shoulder was hit by the explosion first. Andrea was behind him, and he hoped she was alright.

The wires of memory connected in his head. He'd been hit in the back by her, she'd flown down the corridor and then...


...[i]crunch[/i]...

The pain was coming back under control, and he needed to see if she was alright. He wedged his left hand under his body to prop himself up slightly, giving his head enough room to look right and further into the ship. He saw her lying prone, he saw the blood and he knew. She'd sacrificed herself to save him. 

He couldn't process this now.

Every instinct was telling him to get up, which seemed like a good starting point. He was relieved to look back left again, where he noticed ice forming on the porthole to the bridge. [i]Hull Breach[/i]. He waved the thought away mentally, reached out to the Bannister on the stairs, using it to pull his still unresponsive body along and pulling his weight up. He tried to get a knee underneath him to keep him upright, but ended up smashing his kneecap into the ground and did a half-spin into the wall, smashing his right arm into it.

[i]Something grated[/i] and he screamed as the shock overwhelmed everything. He refused to look down at it.

He pushed against the wall with his left arm, rotating him so his back was against the wall and he sat. The blood started flowing down his face now, and he felt better. He became aware of Angsar at the comms, before walking off. Kevej thought about shouting after him, but saved his breath, staring at the wall and not down the corridor seemed like a much better option right now.

It wasn't long before the doctor arrived and began to treat Andrea, and unfortunately Kevej became more and more aware of what he was saying as the scene progressed. It wasn't good, so instead Kevej focused on the pain slowly blossoming across his self. His back felt like smashed glass, he guessed from burns and/or shrapnel. He figured he had concussion from how everything seemed to be... swirling. He was aware he was making a lot of mess. 

The time had come, he looked down at his right arm. It looked surprisingly fine, concealed by his bloodied sleeve. He'd leave the doctor to take a closer look. Speaking of which.

Kai moved into Kevej's field of view. [sub]“What may I do to assist, Mister Vin'Akali?”[/sub] Kai said like he was a hundred miles away, in a voice that almost angered Kevej at how calm it was. [sub]“Ms Malkis has passed, and it appears we may have guests sooner than later.”[/sub]

[i]Oh I'm fine, doc, really.[/i]
[i]Just get me a lollipop and I'll be on my way, doctor.[/i]
[i]I'm in agony![/i]
[i]Help me up, we need to go[/i]
[i]Andrea isn't dead, she's too damned stubborn to die[/i]
[i]ANDREA[/i]
[i]It's my arm doc, I fell on it[/i]
[i]Get the captain![/i]

Kevej's head hurt with a thousand words. He smacked his head backwards into the wall in an attempt to focus and felt a worrying lack of impact when he did.

[color=violet][sub]"Yeah,"[/sub][/color] was all he ended up muttering, and nodded, he tried to breathe deeply but instead cried out. His chest set itself aflame. He spat some blood off to his side, he'd bitten his tongue hard at some point.