{.When it Comes to the Truth.} [T'Kir | Open]

Sep 03, 2009 22:59

[She had survived- somehow- though she was somewhat the worse for wear. Some minor cuts, abrasions, nothing serious; the cut across her forehead that dripped her green blood into her eyes was more a distraction than an injury. Nothing immediate. The rest of the crew was not so lucky. The few who remained (if she gave it a liberal estimate, perhaps 10 percent of the personnel on board the Chekov had survived) fled from the ill-fated battle at Wolf 359 in the few tiny, undamaged escape vessels- she with the most critically wounded survivors, though it looked as if few of them would survive, the tattered wreckage of their ship behind them as a dark reminder of what had just occurred.

As much as she detested the thought, though, the lieutenant commander was likely the highest ranking officer left- the others had been on the bridge which was doubtless entirely destroyed.

However as she turned to address yet another matter of medical urgency, she discovered something.

The cries of the wounded were gone, the few staff that had remained vanished.

This was not her shuttle.

Cardassian- the place was Cardassian, wherever- whatever- it was. It was unusual, inexplicable-

-illogical.]

This is hardly the time for pranks.

((Because Shtel Nor needs more medical personnel, this comm needs more Bethspam, and Beth needs more OCs. At least this one is a chick.))

beth: t'kir (2367), !open, kat: pavel chekov (2258.50), [location] observation deck

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