Post by Lt. Commander Liz Sur'Shess on Jul 16, 2016 11:51:20 GMT -8
The ride sort of blended together with the rest of the discomfort that had happened today. They'd pushed Liz into a rather uncomfortable corner, her neck at a strange angle, and dumped Sig on the floor of the truck next to her. Then, two soldiers had gotten up in the back and sat there so they couldn't get out. The motion of the truck kept her head spinning just enough that even the thought of getting up and trying to overwhelm them made her stomach revolt.
You never knew just how important modern medicine was to your life until you didn't have it, was Liz's mental contribution to the entire situation. Her other contribution was puddle of vomit that the plastic soldiers stepped very gingerly around as they hefted Sig up and forced her to her feet when the truck had stopped. She half-heartedly tried to push back, but something on one of the weapons clicked, and given what she'd seen so far, she didn't feel like betting that those things weren't, in some capacity at least, very painfully real. The two soldiers none too ceremoniously dumped Sig out of the back of the truck onto a pile of jagged plastic...things. They would have dumped Liz out, too, if she hadn't gotten her feet under her and rather awkwardly jumped-fallen out. No sooner had her knees hit dirt than the truck roared away, leaving them stranded in the middle of--well. Something. It took a minute for Liz's eyes to adjust to the sunlight, and then to the dizziness, and then to make sense of the impossible.
In front of her, behind her, all around her, stretched mounded piles of...moving things. Well, some of them. Sig was laying against a thing that didn't seem to be moving--it was a giant, red-framed greyish board with black lines all over it, two huge white knobs underneath it. And then it moved, too, just slightly--a shake that dislodged what looked like sand inside it. She turned, getting one foot underneath her and shoving upright. She stood there, swaying in place, staring around. The pile next-nearest, across a narrow alley that had let the truck through, was topped by a tottering plastic vehicle, this one bright pink, missing two of its four wheels. Two legs were sticking out at right-angles from beneath an empty axle, kicking aimlessly.
That was when Liz stopped trying to deconstruct the mounds of garbage. Instead, she focused on the plastic tie around her arms. It was still tight, and she had a few uncharitable thoughts about those plastic--well, she had nothing nice to say about them. Unfortunately, whatever it had been made out of, it was twisted nice and tight, and she was having no luck, swaying as she was, in getting it off. She felt tears, white-hot, gathering behind her eyes, and a sob broke from her throat as her legs buckled beneath her and she fell back to the ground. She was shaking, the sun was burning-hot, and she was alone except for an unconscious Sig and a long, low keening that seemed to be coming from all around--more plastic not-dead things. Screaming.
Sig would wake up soon, she thought. Sig had to wake up soon. They couldn't have hurt him that badly, not...not that badly. He would wake up, and then she wouldn't be alone in this wasteland. And then...then they could come up with a plan. They could find everyone else, could figure out how to get off this hell of a planet.
But for now, she was alone. And all she wanted was to curl up and sleep, and wake up somewhere that wasn't here.
Tag: @sig
You never knew just how important modern medicine was to your life until you didn't have it, was Liz's mental contribution to the entire situation. Her other contribution was puddle of vomit that the plastic soldiers stepped very gingerly around as they hefted Sig up and forced her to her feet when the truck had stopped. She half-heartedly tried to push back, but something on one of the weapons clicked, and given what she'd seen so far, she didn't feel like betting that those things weren't, in some capacity at least, very painfully real. The two soldiers none too ceremoniously dumped Sig out of the back of the truck onto a pile of jagged plastic...things. They would have dumped Liz out, too, if she hadn't gotten her feet under her and rather awkwardly jumped-fallen out. No sooner had her knees hit dirt than the truck roared away, leaving them stranded in the middle of--well. Something. It took a minute for Liz's eyes to adjust to the sunlight, and then to the dizziness, and then to make sense of the impossible.
In front of her, behind her, all around her, stretched mounded piles of...moving things. Well, some of them. Sig was laying against a thing that didn't seem to be moving--it was a giant, red-framed greyish board with black lines all over it, two huge white knobs underneath it. And then it moved, too, just slightly--a shake that dislodged what looked like sand inside it. She turned, getting one foot underneath her and shoving upright. She stood there, swaying in place, staring around. The pile next-nearest, across a narrow alley that had let the truck through, was topped by a tottering plastic vehicle, this one bright pink, missing two of its four wheels. Two legs were sticking out at right-angles from beneath an empty axle, kicking aimlessly.
That was when Liz stopped trying to deconstruct the mounds of garbage. Instead, she focused on the plastic tie around her arms. It was still tight, and she had a few uncharitable thoughts about those plastic--well, she had nothing nice to say about them. Unfortunately, whatever it had been made out of, it was twisted nice and tight, and she was having no luck, swaying as she was, in getting it off. She felt tears, white-hot, gathering behind her eyes, and a sob broke from her throat as her legs buckled beneath her and she fell back to the ground. She was shaking, the sun was burning-hot, and she was alone except for an unconscious Sig and a long, low keening that seemed to be coming from all around--more plastic not-dead things. Screaming.
Sig would wake up soon, she thought. Sig had to wake up soon. They couldn't have hurt him that badly, not...not that badly. He would wake up, and then she wouldn't be alone in this wasteland. And then...then they could come up with a plan. They could find everyone else, could figure out how to get off this hell of a planet.
But for now, she was alone. And all she wanted was to curl up and sleep, and wake up somewhere that wasn't here.
Tag: @sig