A Defiant 'Verse - In Character II
POSTED BY: Defiant2thelast
UPDATED: Wednesday, September 2, 2009 03:26
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He was heading towards the door when a feeling washed over him, like a tingling. He'd not remember it later but he felt something, a pressure change, call it what you will but things went to black a fraction of a second later.
The first thing, was it the first or the next?, he noticed was a buzzing, the touch of metal on his temple and forearm. He pushed against the feeling, he felt numb. The buzzing was soft but there was nothing else to accompany it. He tried to open his eyes but realized one was already open when the lights flickered then hummed back on, still fluttering softly in the smoke filled berth. He rolled over, his back to the bulkhead next to the door. Reaching up he felt the unopened eye, it felt wet and sticky. Blood. When did that happen?
"Nhhhgguh..." He groaned and tried to stand on wobbly legs.
The young lady was on the ground next to where he'd landed, he knelt down to check on her and noticed a dark shape at the base of the loading ramp, flat against the floor. There was another figure moving about just beyond that.
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"Progress doesn't come from early risers — progress is made by lazy men looking for easier ways to do things." Robert A. Heinlein
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Maurie took his eyes off the captain's back as the man strode away and looked to his left, eyes casting a lingering gaze down the docking berth as he bid his farewell to the skyplex, when a large portion of the bustling crowd suddenly and violently disintegrated into a flash of light and smoke. Moe felt it before he heard it; the pressure wave generated by the detonation rammed hard into him like a wayward semi truck, rattling his bones and sweeping him off his feet like a bowling ball hitting a lone pin.
His world went bright white, and he was flung backwards into the belly of the ship, the suitcases flying from his hands as he went airborne, feet dancing with loose abandon. He came down on the deck at full length, with the thick backpack cushioning his fall, gasping and dazed as his heart kicked back into beating.
He propped himself up on one elbow, his mouth hanging groggily. He tasted soot in the air, and his eyes felt like live coals in their sockets. "What in... 'the hell?" He coughed out a groan, blood trickling from his burst eardrums, and peered through the blur of tears and nausea at the devastation that spread before him. Bodies laid scattered about the smoked-filled hallway, charred, smoking, pulverized, and cobweb cracks spanned the length of the view-way. A deathly chill ran down his spine, and he bawled with all the air he could suffer to force out of his lungs. "Somebody get that door shut 'fore we're all breathing vacuum!"
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Her eyes strayed between the two men as the one in front of her spoke, wondering how much the captain would take as an offer, or if she would even be allowed on the ship at all. Well obviously she was allowed aboard, but for how long was in question. She hoped things would go over well, work out smoothly, considering the look of distress and sheer exhaustion on the captain's face.
Ava smiled softly when Lincoln motioned her inside, curious as to meet the other faces just inside the airlock. She didn't get the chance however, since something stopped them before they could reach the safety inside.
The girl turned herself partially, looking back to the skyplex in the brief seconds that the explosion happened, and the falling began. She only remembered brightness and a pain in her chest, having landed on her back with a great force. For a moment she gasped for breath in her semi-unconscious state, eyes fluttering as they wanted to close but unable to due to the smoke and debris.
Ava couldn't move; she could only cough and fidget as she tried to get the energy and breath to stand.
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She was moving, so at least she wasn't dead.
Lincoln put a hand on her shoulder and looked back out at the berth and the long hall that linked it to the closest ships. The smoke was thicker now and seemed to be moving around in swirls as if there was a wind coming from deeper in the station. He saw more bodies now and realized how bad the situation really was. Had there been some sort of attack? And more importantly, was it over? He checked the girl for injuries, but she didn't appear to be seriously hurt, and she seemed awake enough to be screaming if she was. He crouched and pulled her further into the airlock, right up against the bulkhead.
He hesitated a second and then descended the ramp to the other body, an old man. He lay face up, half on and half off the end of the loading ramp. He was awake and breathing heavily. As Lincoln approached the elderly man looked around as if in a daze. Lincoln grabbed his arms and shoulders and hauled him up the ramp as well.
"...body get that door shut 'fore we're all breathing vacuum!" He heard someone further inside yelling hoarsely, the voice was unfamiliar. His hearing was apparently back now, but his ears were still ringing and felt itchy and warm. He approached the door and looked inside for the Captain.
What the hell was going on here.
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One moment all was well, and Dale was focussed on the small spinning green breathmint.
The next he was slammed sideways into the wire balustrade, and tumbling over it.
Winded, spinning and falling and crashing onto plastic crates.
The strange combination of intense pain caused by serious damage, and the numbness that meant both that it was proper, perhaps dangerous damage- but also that it was bearable.
The numb, fuzzyness was also present in Dale's ears when he looked around, he could vaguely hear a voice yell something about doors and breathing.
It didnt make sense. Like the words were jumbled and spoken from behind a glass window.
He started to move, but found that moving broke the spell of numbness, and pain lanced through his ribcage. A yell might have escaped his gritted teeth, he didnt care. He was collapsed against the tumble of plastic boxes he'd landed on, facing the back of the cargo bay. He couldnt see what was happening, but he needed to. He needed to get up. He would make himself.
All he needed to do was to concentrate..
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Shade was glad to have the hard part done. All she had to do now was collect her stuff and move in, at least for the time being. There would be plenty of time in the black for the rest. She had been about to move, in the process of taking a step forward, when something slammed into her back, hard enough to slam her face first to the deck. She managed not to land nose-first, so that only her cheek actually made contact. For half a moment, with her brain knocked into total confusion, all Shade could think was that Captain Fatty-pants next door had come for revenge, and was currently sitting on her back, after making a truly terrifying leap through the air to land there. A moment or two passed, and she began to collect her wits, and she knew that was wrong. There was no weight on her back, now, only the settling of dust and people and debris and the moans and screams of injured people.
Something had exploded. With great effort, Shade pushed herself up, her cheek feeling raw and painful. She was sure she'd scraped it good, landing on it like that. Felt messy. Her back did feel like something had slammed into it - it was possible some of the debris nearby actually had. She managed to get her knees under her, pausing there to assess the others. Most people nearby were down, including all those on the ramp. Some were getting help - Lincoln was assisting the new passenger, Mei was.. Shade didn't see Mei. The Captain was just inside, down, but changing that. Shade's eyes went beyond the ship, to the people out there, some getting to their feet, some cowering. None of them her problem anymore.
Swearing under her breath, she heard the mechanic say something about shutting the door. Shade's eyes went out again, seeing the smoke and the people screaming, and she knew there was one thing they needed to do now.
LEAVE.
Since there was no one left for her to help, Shade staggered inside, glad the only belongings she truly couldn't live without were currently in her pockets - her small crate of 'other stuff' was now about to be salvage for whomever came along and cleaned up after the skyplex finally gave out. Just inside the door, near the stairs upwards, She paused, leaning against a tipped crate. Her back hurt, her cheek hurt, her knees hurt.
In any other situation, this would have been a great moment. SOmething exploded, she'd survived it, and likely with some new scars... but somehow, this didn't feel as good as it could have. Too many non-combatants, too many innocents. Instead, Shade felt weary and angry.
((SECOND EDIT: not wanting to be left behind because I never said I was actually INSIDE, I now am :P lol))
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When Lincoln grabbed her to pull her inside, she gave him a bit of a fight. Squirming as he personally moved her from outside to inside, she only let a soft scream escape her lips, before the disorientation of her brain started to subside. It was then that she slowly sat up, groaning slightly at the pain in her back from where she hit, eyes groggily taking in the situation.
There was an explosion... a very bad explosion that was causing havoc and wreaking mayhem on the skyplex that so many called home. If she had not been trained for holding back certain emotions in a dire time, the girl would have broken down into a silky, golden crying mess of a person. But instead she started to lift up to her feet, walking out to assist Lincoln in helping the elderly man into the ship.
She glanced back out to the chaos as someone pinged over the intercom. He sounded frightened, panicked and she wondered if someone like that should honestly be taking the initiative to lift off. Not like she could do it, and the effects would hit her eventually, when she could hide it from the world, in the confines of her own room. Though for now, once the elderly man was safely inside, she was gathering the two bags that had managed to go flying around the ramp that held her belongings, heels clicking hurriedly inside the airlock before collapsing against a wall.
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one...two...three...UP!
Dale wobbled a little, and hurt a lot more than a little- but he was up. Moving his neck around much hurt impossibly, so most of his observations were done by turning his whole torso.
The cargo bay was a mess.
Everything that wasnt tied down had been thrown inwards- and (as his aching chest reminded him)- that included humans.
A deep ship-shaking lurch went through everything, and Dale's focus returned to what needed to be done.
The door.
It should have taken two seconds to cross the floor, but he found his catalogue of pain free movements had been halved. Glancing out at the station as he hobble-ran, it looked as though the mechanic was right. They really didnt have much time before things collapsed outward around them.
By the doorway he could hear Bucket's frantic voice over the intercomm, and he didnt need to be told twice-
Lincoln was in, he and the curly amber had even just brought in an old man. He was about to press the button when she ran back out! To grab two bags from the ramp!! Dale cursed furiously under his breath for an extra two seconds and started the doors closing before she was fully back in.
He could only hope the two seconds didnt cost them all.
Dale leant on the intercomm button croaking in a voice he didnt really recognize-
"Doors closed- everyones in- please get us outta here"
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Mei came to in the cargo bay, sprawled on the deck next to a large crate. She wasn't entirely sure how she ended up there. Had the blast blown her inside? Had she run in and passed out? Had someone carried her inside?
Regardless, she was now on board the Defiant, which was in space.
And, judging from the intercom call, was about to be boarded. By the Alliance.
Mei's instincts went in various directions. One was to take cover behind the crates and prepare to defend her ship. But this wasn't a Brownfleet ship, and it wasn't her ship either.
She decided to stand with the crew, telling the Alliance the truth about her - except the Browncoat parts. Her spacesuit? Picked up from a secondhand dealer on the planet.
But... FOR THE LOVE OF EXPLOSIVES!
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She'd been watching, hiding in the shadows at the edge of the cargo bay when everything suddenly went berserk.
The ear-splitting roar and sudden rocking of the ship, bodies falling over each other, cargo careening across the open space, and sharp pieces of everything flying.
The searing pain in her temple and throat were the last things she felt, and then she was falling, too.
Jackie was unconscious when she hit the deck, blood spurting from her severed jugular. Her body emptied rapidly, surrounding her prone figure lying in the shadows with a dark pool of blood. Those who might have helped her were preoccupied with their own shock and the ensuing chaos after the blast.
She felt herself growing lighter, the pain disappeared, and her ears abruptly stopped ringing.
What was this? Where was she? Where were the others?
She walked slowly through the mist, wandering aimlessly with no sense of direction, and suddenly realized she had no shoes on.
"Jackie."
She turned toward the familiar voice, searching, and suddenly she was in his arms.
"Danny! Oh, gods, I've missed you!"
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