You press yourself against the shuddering bulkhead, scanning the chaotic corridor for an emergency comm panel. Through the flashing red lights, you spot one mounted between two shuddering pipes. As you lurch toward it, another impact sends you sprawling to the deck. Your knees sting from the impact, but you scramble up and reach the panel.

Slamming your palm against the activation pad, you shout into the crackling speaker: 'This is Apprentice-'. The system interrupts with a burst of static before a synthesized voice responds: 'All non-essential communications restricted during emergency protocols.' The panel goes dark despite your frantic tapping.

Behind you, the engineering door hisses open unexpectedly, flooding the corridor with waves of intense heat and the deafening roar of machinery. A barrel-chested man with soot-streaked orange skin and glowing amber eyes fills the doorway. His massive arms bulge against a singed engineering uniform as he spots you. 'You that damn apprentice?' Chief Oren bellows over the noise. Before you can answer, he grabs your collar and yanks you inside.

The engineering bay is a nightmare of activity - crew scramble around sparking consoles while others wrestle with ruptured coolant lines. The massive warp core dominates the space, its usual blue glow now pulsing an ominous crimson. 'Gear up and get to station 12!' Oren shoves a toolkit into your chest. 'Unless you wanna explain to the captain why her new apprentice let the containment field fail!'