Popular Post Jo Marshall Posted August 28, 2022 Popular Post Posted August 28, 2022 Really digging the vibe of the opening, and picking up on the passage (and the theme!) of time. Well done @Bryce Tagren-Quinn, fantastic writing! -- ((Unknown Location, Rogue Planet)) Tickticktickticktickticktickticktick. The sound of a wristwatch marched on, dinging off the rock walls of the damp converted caverns. With the acoustics in such a place, it was almost like music. Music, that made her think back to happier times. Easier times. Less conflicted times. Less tumultuous, less fighting. Her dark eyes watched the heartbeat of the second hand ticking away in a sort of visible jolted fashion on the watchface, her thoughts consumed by the memories of the wrist it once adorned. Her father’s. Shaking her head at the thought, she pushed down the gray-green sleeve of the ill-fitted jacket she wore, covering the watch, and blew out a breath. He often spoke about the past, of a world she never knew. A world he promised to show her, but died before even having gotten the chance. His final words were that of apologies, garbled as they were, a hand covered in blood reaching, trembling into her long dark, curly tresses as he laid on his back on the surface of this world. Her hair, wild and long and blowing in the wind, catching some of the blood. He said he was sorry he could never take her back. His eyes, once bright and blue, slipping into the depth of darkness by the second. But, it didn’t matter. It was a world she never experienced, never knew. His final words were focused on pieces that mattered to him and he failed to see how his passing ripped her apart in different ways. Her hand had found its way to his wrist, guiding his hand onto her cheek, thumb smearing red, as he shuddered out his final breaths. The past would not repeat itself. Voices traveled down the corridor. Lights positioned along the walls cast obscure shadows across various formations, some of which were used as a means to provide storage for some of the equipment… and others, places to lock potential threats. Pulling the courage from within, the tall form moved around a bended corner, catching sight of some of the elders, causing her steps to slow. She studied them, crossing her arms, her face slowly shifting from curiosity to anger. Lips, normally full but chapped, set in a firm line. After a moment or two of considering her moves, she charged forward, her wild hair flowing in thick curls behind her. A door opening, a scuffle… voices… Her feet carried her faster until she was there… with the interlopers, sealing the door behind her. Courage found in the plasma rifle slung across her body, heart beating wildly against the strap. The strange blue creature had… zh’Tisav: Human?! A pause, and rage coursed through her… zh’Tisav: Cardassian?! It was at this moment, she raised her hand and thumped down HARD onto the blue one’s head, disorientating the creature, and allowing it to loosen its hold on one of the elder’s throats. How… infuriating and dull could the elders be?! The human woman coughed a few times in pain before holding up a pleading hand. Rosenblatt: ::Raspy:: Please, this is all a big misunderstanding! They’re just kids! Ghaamar: They didn’t know what they were doing. Never even seen a runabout... O’ Marshall/ Fortune: response Kelley: I would hardly call myself a child! And a runabout? ::she laughed sardonically:: That’s not entirely true and you know it! She planted her hands on her hips, throwing back her head. O’Marshall/Fortune/Rosenblatt/Ghaamer: Response Seething, she spun around at the group – a human male, a blue creature she thought now was called an Andorra, and a dark-eyed female – in strange uniforms. Uniforms with similar symbols to her father’s but that carried deception and pain before. This was HER home and she would be damned if she’d allow ANYONE to rip everything she knew away from her. Kelley: I wouldn’t listen to them. We know why you’re here. O’Marshall/Fortune/Rosenblatt/Ghaamer: Response Kelley: Time and time again we’ve heard those same stories and every single time… someone dies. Her face twisted, her hand touching smoothed down faint features along her forehead. O’Marshall/Fortune/Rosenblatt/Ghaamer: Response – Ark’Va Kelley ??? Rogue Planet As simmed by: Ensign Bryce Tagren-Quinn, M.D. Medical Officer USS Gorkon (NCC-82293) T238909AT0 4 1
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