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"All I Need Is An Open Sky...
And My Doctor To Lean On..."
(Second Version With Sparkly Things)
Eh-heh...Yeah I put in weird sparkly things after I finished to make the drawing look a little less plain, but...I still like the plain one better. But you can see the sparkly version if you click the link above. XD
Below, is a sketch I doodled while in Earth Science last Monday. hahaha so yeah,
obviously drawn without references, so it's a little wonky here and there... =\
Why did I draw this in Earth Science? ...basically I enjoy "beating up" my favorite
characters, for some reason, so...since Bones is my favorite, he had to get roughed
a bit. XDDD poor Bones...
Below the drawing is the monologue I was thinking of while drawing it.
Basically, Bones has been captured by hostile, tyrannical aliens, who mistook him
for a soldier but decided that extracting information from the ship's doctor is even
better. *cough* yeah...
It has been a week since we have taken that prisoner from the Enterprise.
Upon discovering that he is a physician, and that he has close relations with
the Captain of said ship, we had originally perceived that it would be easy to
break him and collect valuable information which would bring the demise to the
Federation Star Ship, sending a message to all others of our power.
And yet, it has been a week of tortures and beatings, and yet the man remains
tight lipped and defiant. A fire burns in his eyes that seem to negate the screams
which are force from his lips. It has been a week, and we have received word that
crew men from the Enterprise have been spotted, drawing closer in our direction. No
doubt to rescue their doctor. He must be important if they were able to escape their
traps, and still continue forward in pursuit. This doctor does not appear to be letting
up on his defiance towards divulging secrets...so we are planning a public execution
tomorrow in order to send a message of how strong our will and how serious our intent
to those federation soldiers.
"Tomorrow, you will die." I told him, as he was lead back to his cell today, hoping
that perhaps that the looming shadow of death which now hangs over him might finally
loosen his tongue. Instead, those eyes glared at me, with that fire of defiance within
them and said:
"No. I won't. My Captain will save me." And he was lead away towards his cell.
Even though I know that there would be no way for this Captain of his to interfere
with this execution...absolutely no way...the confidence in his voice, and that fire in
his eyes remain in my mind...perhaps I should procure a couple extra guards...
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uh...yeah...so...
I-I'm...not gonna pretend I'm good at fanfiction. Especially for the Star Trek fandom yet...but...I decided the picture meant less unless I included the monologue thing. >_<; BECAUSE KIRK IS GONNA SWING IN ALL HEROIC LIKE AND RESCUE HIM DAMMIT!
you can probably expect more art from me, considering that McCoy/Kirk/Star Trek stuff seems to be the only thing I've felt motivated to draw for the past couple months. =x
*FLEES*