Snippet #2598246

Trip finally was able to make his way through the rubble that blocked the door. Blood slowly running down the side of his face from a deep gash above his right eye. His violet eyes looked around before finally hearing the soft voice from his friend and fellow Guardian, Stella. "I'm heading that way now. Are you alright?" He said, ignoring anything that his body was feeling at the moment, ignoring the pain in his side, and the aching migraine he had. In a short moment, he was able to make his way to Stella and headed towards the core room. If one thing he knew about Stella, it was the fact that she knew the ship inside and out, and what it "was sick". Trip stopped at one computer and started scrolling through the data.

"Only 14 bots are operational. I'm setting them to repair any damage the ship has taken, starting with the hull." Trip said, ignoring the sparks flying from over worked, and over heated circuits. Once he was done at the station, he went to join Stella in the core room. Their main concern was to contain and if needed, shut down the core. From what he has seen from the bridge to engineering, the ship has taken heavy damage, much more damage than he had expected. Whether or not the Sinister would fly again, Trip didn't know, but he did know that the bots would continuously work until it's repaired.