((Main Engineering, Deck 16, USS Independence)) Salak: =/\= Salak to the Bridge, are the FT... =/\= ::Salak's sentence was brought to an abrupt halt, prematurely punctuated by a large thump upon the door behind him. It had buckled under the force of the hit, a large dent just right of centre evidently created from the other side... another thump made a crewman opposite Salak jump, his own eyebrow rising in curiousity. He drew his phaser, just to be sure and stood back from the door...:: Walker: =/\= Mr. Salak? Mr. Salak, what is your situation? =/\= ::Salak didn't reply... he couldn't reply. The door lying on the floor in front of him meant that the comm channel was not at the top of Salak's agenda. All eyes were upon the large reptile in the doorway, gradually moving towards the crewm