[USS Charon, deck 3]
The hot water had already filled the entire room with steam, billowing and swirling, but still the young Vulcan stood as if frozen in place.
Under her feet, the last swirls of green disappeared as more and more fresh water came streaming down her body, but her eyes remained locked on the odd dance of color. So strange, you truly could not tell which had been her own and which… 'stop being irrational. It is not strange. Of course you cannot tell.'
Under her feet, the last swirls of green disappeared as more and more fresh water came streaming down her body, but her eyes remained locked on the odd dance of color. So strange, you truly could not tell which had been her own and which… 'stop being irrational. It is not strange. Of course you cannot tell.'
She shook her head impatiently, causing the long, soaked tresses of black hair to spray water before they settled against her skin again, heavy and smooth they reached far below her hips.
Sighing heavily, Sakarra shut off the water and allowed the sonics to dry her off - somehow the barely audible sound was always putting her ears slightly on edge, with the ship in the condition it was the sound was positively aggravating. Could not be helped. She should be grateful things were working even this far, considering there were entire decks without life support. Even here, the lights were dim and the air was getting thinner. Ironically, this was only serving to make the young Vulcan feel slightly more at ease.
Sighing heavily, Sakarra shut off the water and allowed the sonics to dry her off - somehow the barely audible sound was always putting her ears slightly on edge, with the ship in the condition it was the sound was positively aggravating. Could not be helped. She should be grateful things were working even this far, considering there were entire decks without life support. Even here, the lights were dim and the air was getting thinner. Ironically, this was only serving to make the young Vulcan feel slightly more at ease.
She shut off the grating noise and strolled through the doors into her sleeping area, kicking the bloodied sickbay sheet away. Even in the dimly lit room, one might have seen a small frown cross the young woman's face, although it lasted no longer than a split-second.
Outside the window, Y'ya still shimmered in gold and green, but Sakarra's finely honed hearing detected no more than the low hum of straining impulse engines. So, Charon was still in bad shape. She needed to get dressed and to the bridge, or wherever she was needed.
Outside the window, Y'ya still shimmered in gold and green, but Sakarra's finely honed hearing detected no more than the low hum of straining impulse engines. So, Charon was still in bad shape. She needed to get dressed and to the bridge, or wherever she was needed.
Quickly and silently, she pulled yet another set of clothes out of her drawer and winced only a little when the silken tank top slid over her still mildly sore abdomen. Well, the internal injuries had to take precedence. It was only logical.
Still, it was yet another nuisance and it would be some time yet until she would be able to meditate. Most unfortunate.
'No, be honest. You should take the time. Just a few minutes. What use is a second officer who's little more than a disaster waiting to happen?'
Still, it was yet another nuisance and it would be some time yet until she would be able to meditate. Most unfortunate.
'No, be honest. You should take the time. Just a few minutes. What use is a second officer who's little more than a disaster waiting to happen?'
Impulsively, she began to plait and coil the thick waves of her hair, when she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Astonishing.
Outlined by the warm, dim light in her quarters was a perfectly peaceful image of a young woman, securing the last hairpin with a decisive move, her bare legs and arms unscathed and shimmering in soft copper tones.
Looking at this apparition, one would have been hard put to even guess what she had looked like only hours ago in sickbay. Even her face showed little enough of the emotional impact recent events had put her through, although for a Vulcan she looked decidedly … displeased.
Alright, angry. Furious, even, if one dared look into the depth of the dark eyes shining in a face that was like set in marble.
With a small shudder, Sakarra realized she had never looked more like T'Sora than this very moment.
Outlined by the warm, dim light in her quarters was a perfectly peaceful image of a young woman, securing the last hairpin with a decisive move, her bare legs and arms unscathed and shimmering in soft copper tones.
Looking at this apparition, one would have been hard put to even guess what she had looked like only hours ago in sickbay. Even her face showed little enough of the emotional impact recent events had put her through, although for a Vulcan she looked decidedly … displeased.
Alright, angry. Furious, even, if one dared look into the depth of the dark eyes shining in a face that was like set in marble.
With a small shudder, Sakarra realized she had never looked more like T'Sora than this very moment.
So caught up in this stunning realization, she nearly jumped as the alert klaxons broke the silence with their disconcerting cry.
The young woman darted for her uniform still neatly laid out over a chair, when she heard the telltale hum of transporters, and it was not the familiar blue shimmer that appeared right there in the large open space of her living area, but…
It was more instinct than skill, more pure, unadulterated anger than logical calculation, that sent her barreling towards the two intruders.
And it certainly was little more than sheer luck that Sakarra's mad attack reached them just as they fully materialized, heavy disruptor rifles at the ready.
The young woman darted for her uniform still neatly laid out over a chair, when she heard the telltale hum of transporters, and it was not the familiar blue shimmer that appeared right there in the large open space of her living area, but…
It was more instinct than skill, more pure, unadulterated anger than logical calculation, that sent her barreling towards the two intruders.
And it certainly was little more than sheer luck that Sakarra's mad attack reached them just as they fully materialized, heavy disruptor rifles at the ready.
The first Gai'Shian never found the time to figure out what hit him, although he would probably have been surprised to learn it was a most annoyed Vulcan half his size. The instant a large area that should have been something critical to ship's functions but looked like a luxury suite, took shape around him, something impacted his head, something warm, and then there was nothing.
The second soldier however was barely even caught off balance when his comrade went down and with lightning speed rammed the blunt end of his rifle at the small thing that had appeared out of nowhere.
A muffled thud told him he had struck living flesh and the hevam was thrown backwards… no, not a human.
As the female slid across the floor, gasping in pain, the surroundings registered in the same instant as the little thing's features. And her attire. Or lack thereof.
The second soldier however was barely even caught off balance when his comrade went down and with lightning speed rammed the blunt end of his rifle at the small thing that had appeared out of nowhere.
A muffled thud told him he had struck living flesh and the hevam was thrown backwards… no, not a human.
As the female slid across the floor, gasping in pain, the surroundings registered in the same instant as the little thing's features. And her attire. Or lack thereof.
How dare they. How DARE…
The impact to her chest came so fast and hurt so much, she nearly let out a scream of rage. But like she had done so many times before under a burning hot sun, Sakarra took the blow and let it carry her backwards rather than shatter her ribs, and even as she tumbled across the carpet managed to throw a glance at the insolent one. He was not pushing his attack, not following through on his advantage. Nirak! She wanted to snarl at him but rolled onto her hands and knees instead.
She waited for the sound of a grip tightening on a rifle, but it did not come.
Instead, the heavy boots in her vision took a step forward and as she looked up, there was a leer on the man's face.
It was to be his undoing.
The impact to her chest came so fast and hurt so much, she nearly let out a scream of rage. But like she had done so many times before under a burning hot sun, Sakarra took the blow and let it carry her backwards rather than shatter her ribs, and even as she tumbled across the carpet managed to throw a glance at the insolent one. He was not pushing his attack, not following through on his advantage. Nirak! She wanted to snarl at him but rolled onto her hands and knees instead.
She waited for the sound of a grip tightening on a rifle, but it did not come.
Instead, the heavy boots in her vision took a step forward and as she looked up, there was a leer on the man's face.
It was to be his undoing.
Coiled like a spring to the breaking point, she had been waiting.
And in an explosion of fury, she knocked the rifle aside, neither noticing nor caring that it discharged with a whine, tearing a sizeable hole in her desk.
An elbow connected with cheekbones, and there was the sickening sound of shattered teeth just as a spray of green erupted from a no longer grinning mouth and the sheer impact half-turned the stocky male. A half-turn that was aided by another blow to his side, and suddenly he found himself face-down on soft, warm carpeting, a tiny hand resting against his neck while an arm was twisted to the point of breaking.
Breath, as hot as desert air had to be, blew into his ears, and the cursed woman spoke with a voice as soft as velvet.
"How many. And where."
"Urru areinnye thaessu"
"As you wish."
And in an explosion of fury, she knocked the rifle aside, neither noticing nor caring that it discharged with a whine, tearing a sizeable hole in her desk.
An elbow connected with cheekbones, and there was the sickening sound of shattered teeth just as a spray of green erupted from a no longer grinning mouth and the sheer impact half-turned the stocky male. A half-turn that was aided by another blow to his side, and suddenly he found himself face-down on soft, warm carpeting, a tiny hand resting against his neck while an arm was twisted to the point of breaking.
Breath, as hot as desert air had to be, blew into his ears, and the cursed woman spoke with a voice as soft as velvet.
"How many. And where."
"Urru areinnye thaessu"
"As you wish."
For a second that to her lasted an eternity, Sakarra considered increasing the pressure of her fingers at this very spot and be done with it.
Or move her hand and take what she needed from a mind as cruel and sickening … no. DAMN.
A firm grip to tense muscles made the body under her go limp, and so it would remain for hours. Swiftly moving towards one of the heavy rifles, she picked it up and frowned. Heavy, bulky, and clumsy.
Sakarra threw the disgusting thing to the floor and planned the fastest route to the next weapon's locker, when a black, smooth shape in the darkest corner of her quarters seemed to beckon to the young woman.
Or move her hand and take what she needed from a mind as cruel and sickening … no. DAMN.
A firm grip to tense muscles made the body under her go limp, and so it would remain for hours. Swiftly moving towards one of the heavy rifles, she picked it up and frowned. Heavy, bulky, and clumsy.
Sakarra threw the disgusting thing to the floor and planned the fastest route to the next weapon's locker, when a black, smooth shape in the darkest corner of her quarters seemed to beckon to the young woman.
Indeed.
Her face like stone but her movements those of a Le-Matya on the hunt, she went to retrieve her old friend and the last sound in Lt Sakarra's quarters was that of a scabbard falling to the floor before the doors sighed open and a Vulcan with little care for her current appearance or the throbbing pain in her chest went out into the corridor.
Her face like stone but her movements those of a Le-Matya on the hunt, she went to retrieve her old friend and the last sound in Lt Sakarra's quarters was that of a scabbard falling to the floor before the doors sighed open and a Vulcan with little care for her current appearance or the throbbing pain in her chest went out into the corridor.
[End Log]
Lieutenant Sakarra Tyrax
Chief Helm Officer
Chief Helm Officer
USS-Charon
