Post by Ensign Mandy Bergin on Mar 18, 2017 18:31:02 GMT -8
"Mandy, listen to me... it's going to be alright, it's going to be okay. Remember the racetrack? We beat that four-arm jerk, he cheated, set us up for us to lose at every turn but we did it."
There was a smile in his voice, and calm, and confidence. For a moment, she began to believe it--that this was all going to be okay, somehow, that it would be the race all over again, she and him against the world.
"This woman, whoever she is, she's cheating, she's forcing us to play her game, her own little race. It's going to be okay. We'll beat it and we'll all be doing it together."
She peeked up at him, then, from the corner of her eye, and tried to smile, though her eyes still glimmered with tears. She wasn't okay, she thought, and she wanted to tell him, to let him know that she was a good several lightyears from okay--because, really, who could be 'okay' in this situation--but he was squeezing her arm and standing up and walking away, to talk to...to him.
She dropped her head back onto her knees, letting her arms relax and trying to believe what he'd said, no matter how unlikely it seemed. They'd come through worse, right? An entire armada and species-wide agression worse. She'd been picked up by a Klingon and shaken by a rag doll, just days ago. And here she was, just fine. They were going to be okay. They had to be.
She caught the sound of their voices, and without even trying she was suddenly eavesdropping--the Eagle's Nest was far too small for anything like private conversations, after all. It was hardly even her fault. And besides, they were obviously talking about her. And about...oh, God, no. He was telling the story, just...telling it, like it was a normal thing, and she wondered if this was what dying would feel like.
"I don't know her well, but I have the distinct impression that it wouldn't matter. If I'm being used as a threat for her, then it wouldn't matter the relationship. It would kill her to know that her inaction resulted in my death. And to be frank, she doesn't deserve any of this. I put through her enough already."
She felt a blush creeping along her cheeks, and knew that in a minute they would turn around, and they would see it. Because even though she barely knew this man, she had been thinking of him, and she'd brought him here, and now they were going to die and he was just thinking about her, and that was hardly fair to him.
She swallowed and slowly, with a deal more trembling than she would've liked, got to her feet. She was frightfully hungry, she realized--the virus, probably--and deciding to pretend like she'd not heard every word they said, she rounded the counter, going behind it to see if there were...she didn't know. Any of the foods drunk people--or people who wanted to pretend they were drunk--were likely to eat. At least it would be something to distract herself with.
Tag: Lieutenant Robin Star, Ensign Tekison Nevir
There was a smile in his voice, and calm, and confidence. For a moment, she began to believe it--that this was all going to be okay, somehow, that it would be the race all over again, she and him against the world.
"This woman, whoever she is, she's cheating, she's forcing us to play her game, her own little race. It's going to be okay. We'll beat it and we'll all be doing it together."
She peeked up at him, then, from the corner of her eye, and tried to smile, though her eyes still glimmered with tears. She wasn't okay, she thought, and she wanted to tell him, to let him know that she was a good several lightyears from okay--because, really, who could be 'okay' in this situation--but he was squeezing her arm and standing up and walking away, to talk to...to him.
She dropped her head back onto her knees, letting her arms relax and trying to believe what he'd said, no matter how unlikely it seemed. They'd come through worse, right? An entire armada and species-wide agression worse. She'd been picked up by a Klingon and shaken by a rag doll, just days ago. And here she was, just fine. They were going to be okay. They had to be.
She caught the sound of their voices, and without even trying she was suddenly eavesdropping--the Eagle's Nest was far too small for anything like private conversations, after all. It was hardly even her fault. And besides, they were obviously talking about her. And about...oh, God, no. He was telling the story, just...telling it, like it was a normal thing, and she wondered if this was what dying would feel like.
"I don't know her well, but I have the distinct impression that it wouldn't matter. If I'm being used as a threat for her, then it wouldn't matter the relationship. It would kill her to know that her inaction resulted in my death. And to be frank, she doesn't deserve any of this. I put through her enough already."
She felt a blush creeping along her cheeks, and knew that in a minute they would turn around, and they would see it. Because even though she barely knew this man, she had been thinking of him, and she'd brought him here, and now they were going to die and he was just thinking about her, and that was hardly fair to him.
She swallowed and slowly, with a deal more trembling than she would've liked, got to her feet. She was frightfully hungry, she realized--the virus, probably--and deciding to pretend like she'd not heard every word they said, she rounded the counter, going behind it to see if there were...she didn't know. Any of the foods drunk people--or people who wanted to pretend they were drunk--were likely to eat. At least it would be something to distract herself with.
Tag: Lieutenant Robin Star, Ensign Tekison Nevir