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Naraht sleeps. But his sleep is not peaceful...
Cold, cold, cold, frozen in a brittle shell. Tremors that threatened to split that shell into thousands of shards at any moment...which it did. His body shattering around him...But he didn't die. No he emerged painfully from the razor edges in an alien form...an alien gender. Human once more, her corpse sliced her delicate skin as she stumbled free, naked, trembling and three quarters blind.
She stumbled out of one prison into another. With bloody fists, she pounded on the bars, screaming to be let out. Ray was there suddenly. She begged him to free her, but he just smiled.
"I'm just not seeing this as all that relevant to begin with," he said and walked away, apparently deaf to her pleas.
And then something seized her and dragged her away from the bars, throwing her against the wall. Q, conscience gone and loving it as he reached out to shape her helpless form into something even more hideous. But, before his fingers snapped, his form melted and it was Davo, her hatchmate, standing over her with the chunk of asbestos he was abusing...and intending that she share with him. His fringe forced her mouth open and she felt the powder on her tongue...
Naraht didn't precisely wake-up. He was no longer sleeping but definately not conscious...locked in the no-man's-land between the two states by delerium. His neuro-links had come loose from his voder again.
But he was screaming on a level only Horta or a good telepath could hear anyway.
Cold, cold, cold, frozen in a brittle shell. Tremors that threatened to split that shell into thousands of shards at any moment...which it did. His body shattering around him...But he didn't die. No he emerged painfully from the razor edges in an alien form...an alien gender. Human once more, her corpse sliced her delicate skin as she stumbled free, naked, trembling and three quarters blind.
She stumbled out of one prison into another. With bloody fists, she pounded on the bars, screaming to be let out. Ray was there suddenly. She begged him to free her, but he just smiled.
"I'm just not seeing this as all that relevant to begin with," he said and walked away, apparently deaf to her pleas.
And then something seized her and dragged her away from the bars, throwing her against the wall. Q, conscience gone and loving it as he reached out to shape her helpless form into something even more hideous. But, before his fingers snapped, his form melted and it was Davo, her hatchmate, standing over her with the chunk of asbestos he was abusing...and intending that she share with him. His fringe forced her mouth open and she felt the powder on her tongue...
Naraht didn't precisely wake-up. He was no longer sleeping but definately not conscious...locked in the no-man's-land between the two states by delerium. His neuro-links had come loose from his voder again.
But he was screaming on a level only Horta or a good telepath could hear anyway.