Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2014 20:04:17 GMT -8
There was a time in Emmarie’s life where she could honestly state that she’d never been transported while she was naked.
That had changed shortly after she was assigned to the Talon.
Unfortunately, she didn’t have a spare moment to blithely consider the circumstances of that first transport, the one that had pretty much gotten her into the majority of the messes she’d found herself in recently. The downside to transporter technology getting better at capturing moving people was that objects in motion tended to remain in motion, heedless to the fact that they’d just been disassembled and reassembled at the subatomic level.
The instant that she materialized in a brig cell was the same instant that the large Orion man collided with her. “Collided” was somewhat of a nice way of putting it; “body slammed” was probably a more accurate term. The air was knocked from Emmarie’s lungs with a loud “Ooof,” which she hoped was enough to attract the attention of the nearest security guard.
Emmarie gasped, fighting to get air back in her lungs, her head moving around to try and figure where in the cell Hunter had gotten off to. She found both him and the other Orion, unconscious on the floor, and from her angle, it appeared to Emmarie that they were… holding hands? She blinked, confused.
The Orion that had bodyslammed her seemed to realize that continued violence wasn’t going to achieve much in a brig cell, and he sulked over to a corner. “Any…” Emmarie started, then realized that you needed air in your lungs to speak. She took a few more deep breaths, trying to ignore just how much they hurt. “Anybody there?” she called out. Seriously, where was a security officer when you needed one?
Tag: @hunter/Any
That had changed shortly after she was assigned to the Talon.
Unfortunately, she didn’t have a spare moment to blithely consider the circumstances of that first transport, the one that had pretty much gotten her into the majority of the messes she’d found herself in recently. The downside to transporter technology getting better at capturing moving people was that objects in motion tended to remain in motion, heedless to the fact that they’d just been disassembled and reassembled at the subatomic level.
The instant that she materialized in a brig cell was the same instant that the large Orion man collided with her. “Collided” was somewhat of a nice way of putting it; “body slammed” was probably a more accurate term. The air was knocked from Emmarie’s lungs with a loud “Ooof,” which she hoped was enough to attract the attention of the nearest security guard.
Emmarie gasped, fighting to get air back in her lungs, her head moving around to try and figure where in the cell Hunter had gotten off to. She found both him and the other Orion, unconscious on the floor, and from her angle, it appeared to Emmarie that they were… holding hands? She blinked, confused.
The Orion that had bodyslammed her seemed to realize that continued violence wasn’t going to achieve much in a brig cell, and he sulked over to a corner. “Any…” Emmarie started, then realized that you needed air in your lungs to speak. She took a few more deep breaths, trying to ignore just how much they hurt. “Anybody there?” she called out. Seriously, where was a security officer when you needed one?
Tag: @hunter/Any