Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2013 14:14:32 GMT -8
It was funny, really. As panicked as he was, part of him was still in scientist mode, noting the biological processes that happened with fear. It was almost impossible to turn off. The increased respiration, the lack of pain receptors as adrenaline blocked his brain from feeling the pull of the muscles or the blister that was forming on his left foot. Still, most of Hunter's mind was on survival. Being captured by a horde of Klingons was not going to advance his scientific career, no matter how much data he gathered on this run.
His eyes scanned ahead, trying to help him avoid tripping on anything as he ran. Every holovid he had ever seen when someone was running from death involved them tripping over the most innocuous of roots or branches. Not this scientist!
No matter how perfect Hunter thought himself, he could not change his anatomy or physiology. After running full-out, he was beginning to tire. Already, he knew the shuttle was still a long ways away. Thus far, he'd been lucky enough to be missed by the bolts of energy that tore from the Klingon's blaster behind him, but he knew that luck wouldn't hold out for long.
A wheeze escaped him, small at first, then more pronounced. Push through it. He thought of Kinin, and imagined her coaching him onward. For a second, it gave him strength to increase his speed, but it didn't last for long. Move it, Bill! This time, Sig's voice, angry and demanding. Again, another small burst of speed, soon to falter. I'll give you what you want. Emmarie. His child! He had to make it. He was to be a father. He had promised her he would not abandon her. Death was the ultimate abandonment, wasn't it? He pushed himself, more than he had ever done before. A blast flew past his head and the sound rang in his ear long after the visual disappeared. Zigging to the side, he tried to look back. All he could see was a dark figure. While his attention was thus averted, his foot found one of those roots he had feared and he tripped, rolled and skidded to a stop in the tall grass, a cloud of dust marking his position. He heard another blast nearby. The sound was odd, as if it had hit something...or someone.
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His eyes scanned ahead, trying to help him avoid tripping on anything as he ran. Every holovid he had ever seen when someone was running from death involved them tripping over the most innocuous of roots or branches. Not this scientist!
No matter how perfect Hunter thought himself, he could not change his anatomy or physiology. After running full-out, he was beginning to tire. Already, he knew the shuttle was still a long ways away. Thus far, he'd been lucky enough to be missed by the bolts of energy that tore from the Klingon's blaster behind him, but he knew that luck wouldn't hold out for long.
A wheeze escaped him, small at first, then more pronounced. Push through it. He thought of Kinin, and imagined her coaching him onward. For a second, it gave him strength to increase his speed, but it didn't last for long. Move it, Bill! This time, Sig's voice, angry and demanding. Again, another small burst of speed, soon to falter. I'll give you what you want. Emmarie. His child! He had to make it. He was to be a father. He had promised her he would not abandon her. Death was the ultimate abandonment, wasn't it? He pushed himself, more than he had ever done before. A blast flew past his head and the sound rang in his ear long after the visual disappeared. Zigging to the side, he tried to look back. All he could see was a dark figure. While his attention was thus averted, his foot found one of those roots he had feared and he tripped, rolled and skidded to a stop in the tall grass, a cloud of dust marking his position. He heard another blast nearby. The sound was odd, as if it had hit something...or someone.
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