MD 03 0018-0105: Filling in the Blanks

Posted on 21 Sep 2013 @ 5:01pm by Lieutenant JG Jacrux

523 words; about a 3 minute read

The following occurs during the Ambush posts

The alert still ringing in his ears, Jac hurried through the corridors of the ship and back to the bridge. He'd only gone on a simple errand to fetch a PADD left in one of the labs, and it had only taken a moment, but something had the hair on the back of Jac's neck standing straight up. He hadn't felt like this since before the mine exploded back on Kator... best not to think of that, it was just the environment of the ship putting him on edge. Most of the crew didn't know how to handle their stress and fear, how to control it until a safe moment to deal with the emotions.

Jac took what he thought was a shortcut to the bridge, and rounded the corner just as the ship gave lurch under his feet, throwing him against the inconveniently placed corner. His head hit something with a bang, white light flashed in his vision, and just before his consciousness drained away, Jac thought he could hear the alarm sirens begin to blare.

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Bang. Jac bolted to awareness, the sound spearing straight to his autonomous nervous system and dragging him from the depths of unconsciousness. His eyes shot open and he tried to scramble to his feet, but barely made it to kneeling before a bold of pain shot from his head and down his spine. Bracing against the floor and squeezing his eyes shut as sound roared in his ears, threatening to drown Jac in obliviousness again, he held onto awareness with every bit of stubbornness he had.

A moment passed, the pain dying away, and Jac managed to climb to his feet, leaning against the wall for stability. The ship lurched again; this time Jac caught himself before his head bounced off the wall. What was going on? Jac tried to remember, but his thoughts spun, befuddled by the blow to his head. He touched his temple, his fingers came away colored by greenish blood.

Then a familiar voice intoned an announcement that shook Jac to his core. Borg, on the ship, attacking the crew. Stilling a panicked reaction before it had a chance to even be acknowledged, Jac stumbled down the corridor, not toward his quarters or an easily defended lab, but towards the bridge, the obvious center of attack.

Every step stronger and more sure, adrenaline and rage building and fighting away the pain from his head and other bumps from being thrown off his feet, Jac was dimly aware he was quickly losing control over his emotions. His fists clenched, wanting to feel a Borg neck between them; he would tear them apart for daring to attack the ship. Pausing at a weapon locker just outside the Bridge, Jac automatically selected a plasma rifle, his training from years ago telling him it had the best chance to penetrate the Collective's armor. He shouldered the weapon, teeth bared in a ferocious snarl, and entered the battle zone, the front lines, the proper place for a true Rihannsu warrior.

tbc in The Enemy

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