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It suddenly smelled of ozone. Transporting can be disorienting, one moment you’re in a controlled climate, the next you’re falling… wait… FALLING!
The freshly transported cadet was in free fall, ‘This shouldn’t be happening! Cadet Hemsworth must have messed up!’ he thought as he fell. He felt his body contort on its own then contact with the ground, feet first. He crumpled and began rolling down a gravel pile, everything felt off, then everything felt painful. ‘Cover your face!’ going through his mind as he rolled. When he finally stopped, he tried getting up, “Connandah Sssnn…” his mouth didn’t work right, the hell? He looked down, instead of his red tunic he was treated to the view of blue clad breasts… ‘oh..’
Moments ago he had been readying with the others of the away team of the USS Aldrin to do a quick biodiversity survey of the planetoid WR-128 A II, a small moonlet of the only planet of its central star. ‘Transporter malfunction.’ He did a few test movements, he was going to have to apologize to S’Minn, while she was in peak condition, his body was a bit older, having entered the academy at a later age. After a few test movements he picked her body up off the ground, standing unsteadily. “Yesh!”
‘I better contact the others,’ he though as he looked around seeing no one else nearby, he was alone. ‘Great…’ he thought, and reached for her com link… and grabbed her phaser… ‘Oh, right,’ he thought, ‘she’s left handed.’ Switching to reach for the other side he heard a low rumble above and looked up, and froze…
The Aldrin was in recently! Her port nacelle tore loose as her hull went from gentle grey to a blazing orange. Holes spilled debris as streamers of escape pods mingled with vital components and personal effects. Her warp cold spewed plasma and as her lights died, with a flicker of her impulse engines, the Aldrin gave her final groan.
A bright star appeared just beyond the rim of the crater and he shielded his eyes. The last thing he would remember before blackness engulfed him was the realization that he may have just witnessed the death of hundreds of people, and my survivors were unlikely to be in a position to help him, that, and the gravel pile was shifting…
As an aside, this is the same individual from the previous image, this is how her story gets interesting. A higher resolution version is on my sofurry, I think I have it linked on my main page. I tried to resize it on my own this time, not sure how it’ll look.
The freshly transported cadet was in free fall, ‘This shouldn’t be happening! Cadet Hemsworth must have messed up!’ he thought as he fell. He felt his body contort on its own then contact with the ground, feet first. He crumpled and began rolling down a gravel pile, everything felt off, then everything felt painful. ‘Cover your face!’ going through his mind as he rolled. When he finally stopped, he tried getting up, “Connandah Sssnn…” his mouth didn’t work right, the hell? He looked down, instead of his red tunic he was treated to the view of blue clad breasts… ‘oh..’
Moments ago he had been readying with the others of the away team of the USS Aldrin to do a quick biodiversity survey of the planetoid WR-128 A II, a small moonlet of the only planet of its central star. ‘Transporter malfunction.’ He did a few test movements, he was going to have to apologize to S’Minn, while she was in peak condition, his body was a bit older, having entered the academy at a later age. After a few test movements he picked her body up off the ground, standing unsteadily. “Yesh!”
‘I better contact the others,’ he though as he looked around seeing no one else nearby, he was alone. ‘Great…’ he thought, and reached for her com link… and grabbed her phaser… ‘Oh, right,’ he thought, ‘she’s left handed.’ Switching to reach for the other side he heard a low rumble above and looked up, and froze…
The Aldrin was in recently! Her port nacelle tore loose as her hull went from gentle grey to a blazing orange. Holes spilled debris as streamers of escape pods mingled with vital components and personal effects. Her warp cold spewed plasma and as her lights died, with a flicker of her impulse engines, the Aldrin gave her final groan.
A bright star appeared just beyond the rim of the crater and he shielded his eyes. The last thing he would remember before blackness engulfed him was the realization that he may have just witnessed the death of hundreds of people, and my survivors were unlikely to be in a position to help him, that, and the gravel pile was shifting…
As an aside, this is the same individual from the previous image, this is how her story gets interesting. A higher resolution version is on my sofurry, I think I have it linked on my main page. I tried to resize it on my own this time, not sure how it’ll look.
Category Artwork (Digital) / All
Species Feline (Other)
Size 1280 x 1280px
File Size 363.8 kB
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