001: HOLO [as i cried out like in latin, this is so not life at all.]
The moment she woke up, Uhura was filled with a sense of trepidation. First because she didn't remember when she had fallen asleep, and then because she knew that if she had fallen asleep, it wouldn't have been out in the open in some unfamiliar environment. Nor would it have been at the communications station on the bridge, which was the last place she remembered being - she was far too professional for that.
She pushed herself into a sitting position and had to bring a hand to her temple to stop her head from swimming. She was about to attempt to get herself on her feet when a glint of silver at the corner of her field of vision caught her attention. Her hand wrapped around her wrist when she saw the silver band that now encircled it and she began rubbing - first gently, then a bit frantically, trying to feel the line where metal ended and skin began.
It wasn't there, and now she was really getting worried.
There was something else set on a pedestal a few feet away - two other things, actually, about the same size and set right next to each other - and she grabbed them both after finally standing. Seeing the first item - a journal from her childhood - made her feel both comforted and uneasy (How did they find this? Not even Spock knows where I keep this.), and she tucked it underneath her arm before she took a good look at the second. The device was unfamiliar to her, but she saw something on it that looked like a microphone.
Here goes nothing.
"This is Lieutenant Uhura of the U.S.S. Enterprise. I've been abducted and taken to an unfamiliar location and planet. My coordinates are unknown."
There was a pause as she thought of what other information to include in her transmission. She knew that asking just anyone for help could lead to disastrous consequences and she wasn't sure which option would be more dangerous - staying here or asking for whatever help she could find when she didn't know where the hell she was.
She sighed and decided on something that was somewhere in the middle. "Any Federation ships that can track my location and provide assistance, please do so as soon as possible. Uhura out."
The idea of repeating the transmission in another language occurred to her, but she didn't know which one to start with. She really didn't want to leave where she was and risk walking into hostile territory, especially without a phaser, but she wouldn't know which language to speak until she found out who else was here.
She pushed herself into a sitting position and had to bring a hand to her temple to stop her head from swimming. She was about to attempt to get herself on her feet when a glint of silver at the corner of her field of vision caught her attention. Her hand wrapped around her wrist when she saw the silver band that now encircled it and she began rubbing - first gently, then a bit frantically, trying to feel the line where metal ended and skin began.
It wasn't there, and now she was really getting worried.
There was something else set on a pedestal a few feet away - two other things, actually, about the same size and set right next to each other - and she grabbed them both after finally standing. Seeing the first item - a journal from her childhood - made her feel both comforted and uneasy (How did they find this? Not even Spock knows where I keep this.), and she tucked it underneath her arm before she took a good look at the second. The device was unfamiliar to her, but she saw something on it that looked like a microphone.
Here goes nothing.
"This is Lieutenant Uhura of the U.S.S. Enterprise. I've been abducted and taken to an unfamiliar location and planet. My coordinates are unknown."
There was a pause as she thought of what other information to include in her transmission. She knew that asking just anyone for help could lead to disastrous consequences and she wasn't sure which option would be more dangerous - staying here or asking for whatever help she could find when she didn't know where the hell she was.
She sighed and decided on something that was somewhere in the middle. "Any Federation ships that can track my location and provide assistance, please do so as soon as possible. Uhura out."
The idea of repeating the transmission in another language occurred to her, but she didn't know which one to start with. She really didn't want to leave where she was and risk walking into hostile territory, especially without a phaser, but she wouldn't know which language to speak until she found out who else was here.