Alone in the Light, Part 9
Title: Alone in the Light, Part 9
Author:
j_green_teeth
Universe/Series: reboot
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 421 of ~41,000
Warnings: Minor/OC Character Death, discussion of Suicide (highlight to view complete warnings)
Characters/Pairings: Kirk/Spock, implied Scotty/Uhura, OC/OC, ensemble, Many OCs
Annelee wasn't quiet sure what to do with the half shift free she'd just got. Lieutenant Umba had said they wouldn't need her in the anthropology lab this afternoon. Apparently Doken and Freiday had decided today was a good day to examine the artifacts they had picked up on Vbercov. They had had her help arrange each of the half-ton stoneware cylinders on special stands before shooing her off.
She knew it made sense. Those two had been working on reading the writing system for months and they had been on the away team that explored the ruins and retrieved the cylinders. It wasn't like anyone else could work in that lab while they studied them either. The ink inside the cylinders had strange photo-phobic properties and would only glow in in the absence of light.
Still, it stung a bit to be dismissed. Once she completed her degree she could get commissioned and have projects of her own, not just help on other people's.
But that still left her with the question of what to do with her shift.
Doken had been talking about the art gallery. Not so much about the pieces themselves, but the motivation for creating one now, and how the crew were reacting to their mortality. Even if the art was crap it could be an interesting case study in modern anthropology.
Mind made up, she headed to deck C, nodding to Teresa as they passed in the hall. When she entered the room she took in the holos and sculptures at a glance. A tech was fiddling with the panel beside a seascape. He nodded to Annelee but didn't look up from his work. Deciding she wasn't in the mood to be around other people just now, she made her way to the back of the room where she could see another area. When she turned the corner she saw a red and black lump on the floor. Her first thought was that a tapestry had come off the wall, or maybe a statue had fallen over. It was only as she got closer that she realized it was a person, a body. She tried to scream but all that came out was a choked gurgle as something heavy slammed into the base of her skull and continued upward. She fell to her hands and knees. Her face was close enough to the body on the floor to smell charred flesh. The dead man's insignia swam and grew in her vision before blackness overwhelmed everything.
Next: Part 10
Author:
j_green_teeth
Universe/Series: reboot
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 421 of ~41,000
Warnings: Minor/OC Character Death, discussion of Suicide (highlight to view complete warnings)
Characters/Pairings: Kirk/Spock, implied Scotty/Uhura, OC/OC, ensemble, Many OCs
Annelee wasn't quiet sure what to do with the half shift free she'd just got. Lieutenant Umba had said they wouldn't need her in the anthropology lab this afternoon. Apparently Doken and Freiday had decided today was a good day to examine the artifacts they had picked up on Vbercov. They had had her help arrange each of the half-ton stoneware cylinders on special stands before shooing her off.
She knew it made sense. Those two had been working on reading the writing system for months and they had been on the away team that explored the ruins and retrieved the cylinders. It wasn't like anyone else could work in that lab while they studied them either. The ink inside the cylinders had strange photo-phobic properties and would only glow in in the absence of light.
Still, it stung a bit to be dismissed. Once she completed her degree she could get commissioned and have projects of her own, not just help on other people's.
But that still left her with the question of what to do with her shift.
Doken had been talking about the art gallery. Not so much about the pieces themselves, but the motivation for creating one now, and how the crew were reacting to their mortality. Even if the art was crap it could be an interesting case study in modern anthropology.
Mind made up, she headed to deck C, nodding to Teresa as they passed in the hall. When she entered the room she took in the holos and sculptures at a glance. A tech was fiddling with the panel beside a seascape. He nodded to Annelee but didn't look up from his work. Deciding she wasn't in the mood to be around other people just now, she made her way to the back of the room where she could see another area. When she turned the corner she saw a red and black lump on the floor. Her first thought was that a tapestry had come off the wall, or maybe a statue had fallen over. It was only as she got closer that she realized it was a person, a body. She tried to scream but all that came out was a choked gurgle as something heavy slammed into the base of her skull and continued upward. She fell to her hands and knees. Her face was close enough to the body on the floor to smell charred flesh. The dead man's insignia swam and grew in her vision before blackness overwhelmed everything.
Next: Part 10