An exaple.
Ted the 54 year old machinist climbs the ladder slowly as sweat poors off his brow. Wheezing and deep breathing as his radiation detector keeps beeping with a bright red.
His senior leutenant asks him of status.
Angrily he takes his communicator dropping it down the 12 story shaft, knowing this is a oneway trip.
As he grips the ladder with one arm, his other arm shaking reaches into his holster grabbing his plasma cutters, as the control panel pops open.
In an effort to close the last remaining containment door, he blasted at the jammed piston, hoping the door soon shut close.
As he shakes and fights to keep his plasma cutter at the optimum angle, he states a general rule of thumb.
He rambles the metal, the thickness, and the depth per min as he spits out a mouth full of blood.
As the piston suddenly break free and the containment door pops shut, he droops over the ladder as his stomach wretches.
Ted the 54 year old machinist climbs the ladder slowly as sweat poors off his brow. Wheezing and deep breathing as his radiation detector keeps beeping with a bright red.
His senior leutenant asks him of status.
Angrily he takes his communicator dropping it down the 12 story shaft, knowing this is a oneway trip.
As he grips the ladder with one arm, his other arm shaking reaches into his holster grabbing his plasma cutters, as the control panel pops open.
In an effort to close the last remaining containment door, he blasted at the jammed piston, hoping the door soon shut close.
As he shakes and fights to keep his plasma cutter at the optimum angle, he states a general rule of thumb.
He rambles the metal, the thickness, and the depth per min as he spits out a mouth full of blood.
As the piston suddenly break free and the containment door pops shut, he droops over the ladder as his stomach wretches.