Taxi Service – Post Number 3341: Nightmares
by Lieutenant Tri Alsa Qira Zen
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"What was that sound?" Colchek questioned looked around.
Tri Alsa pushed her hood from her now blue hair and glanced around. Colchek was right there was a strange sound coming from some where. When she realised what it was she shoved him hard against the chest, "Run!" she screamed.
The man didn't questioned, he simply took off running as fast as his feet could carry but. Though Tri Alsa was remarkably faster she stayed behind him, listening to the faint sound as it began going faster and faster, "move! move! move!" she screamed shoving against his back pushing him to go faster. They came to a cliff, and skidded to a stop. There was no where else to go. Looking at Colcheck, they both took a deep breath and jumped---
Gasping for air, Tri Alsa lurched upward in her bed. She glanced around her as sweat flowed down her body. The room barely looked like anyone lived in it. There were no pictures, no paintings, no flowers nothing. In one corner there was a few pieces of exercise equipment, a couple of padds tossed on the floor and her clothes in one corner. Her room was twenty five degrees higher than what a human body could take before a heatstroke kicked in but that was how her body liked it and could survive with. The nightmare had been coming back to her ever since she arrived on board the USS Amandora. It was driving her nuts. She hadn't seen the counselor yet and she had been avoiding that one crew member like the plague. Tri really didn't want to go over how her lover died in her arms while she sat there, drenched in his blood crying.
Shaking her head, she pushed from the bed and walked barefooted to the replicator, "water," she ordered.
The glass shimmered in place and she picked it up. It was a lot warmer than anyone else was used to but that was how she liked it. Rubbing the back of her neck with one hand, she drank before placing the glass back against the replicator. When it disapeared she walked back to her bed and sat down, pushed white hair from her face and rested her face in her hands. The nightmares were back and she had no idea how to stop them.
Inhaling she grabbed the nearest padd to her, lay on her back and began going through it. It was a list of crew members on board the Amandora. She always liked familiarizing herself with people she worked with, had a leg up, so to speak. She hated surprises. After the last fiasco that happened because she hadn't taken the time to learn about her crew she wasn't about to let that happen again.
"Get out of here," Solach whispered, his breathing laboured. "Please, Zenni get out..."
"I won't leave you," she replied, tears clouding her eyes as she caressed his face.
He coughed and blood came up with it, "please...I'm not---going---make it---"
"No..."
"Zenni my love you must go--"
Even as he died he was worried about her and she still didn't understand. Vulcans weren't supposed to love that fiercely but he loved her. With a growl Tri tossed the padd across the room and watched it smashed and landed on the ground.
"Not fair," she rubbed a hand over her face. "Not fair at all."
by Lieutenant Tri Alsa Qira Zen
Post Details
| Title | Post Number 3341: Nightmares | |
| Mission | Taxi Service | |
| Author(s) | Lieutenant Tri Alsa Qira Zen | |
| Posted | Fri Feb 05, 2010 @ 9:48pm | |
| Location | USS Amandora (in a dream for the first part) |
Tri Alsa pushed her hood from her now blue hair and glanced around. Colchek was right there was a strange sound coming from some where. When she realised what it was she shoved him hard against the chest, "Run!" she screamed.
The man didn't questioned, he simply took off running as fast as his feet could carry but. Though Tri Alsa was remarkably faster she stayed behind him, listening to the faint sound as it began going faster and faster, "move! move! move!" she screamed shoving against his back pushing him to go faster. They came to a cliff, and skidded to a stop. There was no where else to go. Looking at Colcheck, they both took a deep breath and jumped---
Gasping for air, Tri Alsa lurched upward in her bed. She glanced around her as sweat flowed down her body. The room barely looked like anyone lived in it. There were no pictures, no paintings, no flowers nothing. In one corner there was a few pieces of exercise equipment, a couple of padds tossed on the floor and her clothes in one corner. Her room was twenty five degrees higher than what a human body could take before a heatstroke kicked in but that was how her body liked it and could survive with. The nightmare had been coming back to her ever since she arrived on board the USS Amandora. It was driving her nuts. She hadn't seen the counselor yet and she had been avoiding that one crew member like the plague. Tri really didn't want to go over how her lover died in her arms while she sat there, drenched in his blood crying.
Shaking her head, she pushed from the bed and walked barefooted to the replicator, "water," she ordered.
The glass shimmered in place and she picked it up. It was a lot warmer than anyone else was used to but that was how she liked it. Rubbing the back of her neck with one hand, she drank before placing the glass back against the replicator. When it disapeared she walked back to her bed and sat down, pushed white hair from her face and rested her face in her hands. The nightmares were back and she had no idea how to stop them.
Inhaling she grabbed the nearest padd to her, lay on her back and began going through it. It was a list of crew members on board the Amandora. She always liked familiarizing herself with people she worked with, had a leg up, so to speak. She hated surprises. After the last fiasco that happened because she hadn't taken the time to learn about her crew she wasn't about to let that happen again.
"Get out of here," Solach whispered, his breathing laboured. "Please, Zenni get out..."
"I won't leave you," she replied, tears clouding her eyes as she caressed his face.
He coughed and blood came up with it, "please...I'm not---going---make it---"
"No..."
"Zenni my love you must go--"
Even as he died he was worried about her and she still didn't understand. Vulcans weren't supposed to love that fiercely but he loved her. With a growl Tri tossed the padd across the room and watched it smashed and landed on the ground.
"Not fair," she rubbed a hand over her face. "Not fair at all."