Post by Lieutenant Robin Star on Aug 10, 2018 5:05:47 GMT -8
Robin was so numb to the important technobabble exchanged between Cobus and Eden that it might as well have been no noise at all. The quiet sobs from Coardi felt miles away and the shouts from the other cells further than that.
It was eerie, the weight of the silence in here vs the distant loud uproar over there, like parents and children reacting to terrible news differently only terrible didn't feel appropriate enough to describe the horrific reality that they had all unknowingly stumbled into.
War was never outside the possibility when joining Starfleet but this? You never expected to be warring against yourself. This was a new low for humanity, one he hoped would be buried swiftly like all the other past tragedies that never should have existed in the first place.
He knew that wasn't going to happen though, not easily, Monroe had made that crystal clear. They were renegades, they were the 'bad' people for resisting something that most anyone with a conscious would understand was wrong.
Robin silently groaned and laid his head back until it met the wall with his eyes clenched tight as he once more wished this was all a horrible nightmare. He took a deep breath and sighed heavily until he felt an odd pressure push atop of his thigh. He frowned and unsqueezed his eyes to look down in surprise at T'Rai face facing up with her eyes closed.
It was a bizarre moment in an otherwise grave situation and Robin found himself bewildered by the peaceful sight below him. His first instinct had been to gently move aside and replace his thigh with one of the discarded jackets if only because he could feel a set of green eyes on him from afar.
Robin hesitated however, peering down at the woman's meditative porcelain face. He wished he knew what she was thinking, was the mind of a Vulcan unravelling with despair like that of others? He didn't even need emphatic abilities to know that of the others, it was simply an unspoken humanitarian connection that told him. T'Rai's feelings on the other hand were a mystery to him.
In the end Robin didn't move his thigh nor pry her head away and instead allowed the moment of peace and comfort to persist for he knew such things would be rare in the road ahead and Robin was intent on savouring them. Just another thing he had learned from the war, fighting for life was a given but fighting for the little things was just as rewarding.
Robin looked up and stared through the walls where Kinin stood.
Even just a glimpse of what you loved was worth while because any could be your last.
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It was eerie, the weight of the silence in here vs the distant loud uproar over there, like parents and children reacting to terrible news differently only terrible didn't feel appropriate enough to describe the horrific reality that they had all unknowingly stumbled into.
War was never outside the possibility when joining Starfleet but this? You never expected to be warring against yourself. This was a new low for humanity, one he hoped would be buried swiftly like all the other past tragedies that never should have existed in the first place.
He knew that wasn't going to happen though, not easily, Monroe had made that crystal clear. They were renegades, they were the 'bad' people for resisting something that most anyone with a conscious would understand was wrong.
Robin silently groaned and laid his head back until it met the wall with his eyes clenched tight as he once more wished this was all a horrible nightmare. He took a deep breath and sighed heavily until he felt an odd pressure push atop of his thigh. He frowned and unsqueezed his eyes to look down in surprise at T'Rai face facing up with her eyes closed.
It was a bizarre moment in an otherwise grave situation and Robin found himself bewildered by the peaceful sight below him. His first instinct had been to gently move aside and replace his thigh with one of the discarded jackets if only because he could feel a set of green eyes on him from afar.
Robin hesitated however, peering down at the woman's meditative porcelain face. He wished he knew what she was thinking, was the mind of a Vulcan unravelling with despair like that of others? He didn't even need emphatic abilities to know that of the others, it was simply an unspoken humanitarian connection that told him. T'Rai's feelings on the other hand were a mystery to him.
In the end Robin didn't move his thigh nor pry her head away and instead allowed the moment of peace and comfort to persist for he knew such things would be rare in the road ahead and Robin was intent on savouring them. Just another thing he had learned from the war, fighting for life was a given but fighting for the little things was just as rewarding.
Robin looked up and stared through the walls where Kinin stood.
Even just a glimpse of what you loved was worth while because any could be your last.
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