OOC: Prompt Table

[do_it_in_three]

...This is epic and I love it. Stolen from willrevile. No idea how much will actually be done, Christ.

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66. Rain

[do_it_in_three]

He belonged on his ship, not huddled in a cave. Not stuck on a planet that was almost inhospitable. Jim was freezing, standing at the mouth of the cave, staring out into what looked like a solid wall of water. It was like being stuck on the wrong side of a waterfall, unable to escape for fear of drowning.

"Jim."

Turning, uncrossing his arms, the captain peered back at what was left of his landing party, huddled around a small fire. Bones stood from his place in the circle. "You all right?"

Jim hesitated a moment, turning back to look out at the blurred landscape again, blinking blue eyes. An ion storm was disrupting channels with the Enterprise, and a group of the tribal quadrupeds that inhabited this planet had been hunting them for the past few hours. They didn't know when the storm would stop, and they didn't know when they'd be found. They had no rations. Two ensigns were dead, one when their hosts decided they were wielders of dark magic, one on the chase through rocky terrain that the quadrupeds were much better adapted to.

Walking back to the fire, Jim gave his doctor a tight lipped smile. "Fine, Bones."