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All she saw were bodies, bodies from a long time ago. She didn't like it. She was 'used' to it. The rocks around her gave little shade and the air was an airy one. Warm.always so warm. She knew her name, she knew she was a girl, she knew she was hungry. Suddenly...nothing.
the lieutenant commander woke up in a bath of sweat. Again. She glanced around her, naturally nothing in the calm quarters had changed, nothing unusual. She rose, grabbing her nightgown, and strolled to her mirror. Seated herself and glanced at her reflection. Her brown/black hair wavered for a moment. Entangling her face. She grabbed a brush and started brushing. Her shoulder length hair resisted a bit.
"Why.am I dreaming all the time." she muttered to no one in particular. "Talking to yourself is illogical.. and unproductive.." yeah.like.that helped her pounding head and sweating body.
"Computer, decrease the warmth.." the computer complied solemn and she glanced around again, stalked up to a wall and grabbed a stained and battered knife. She took it carefully in her hand and started stroking it. It was not as sharp as it was though you could seriously hurt someone.
"computer, how long till my service is required on the bridge." -five hours, twenty minutes.- "And forty seconds.right.." she decided to take a shower. Walked up to the small cabin and removed the nightgown. She usually slept naked. Why dress yourself with clothes while blankets did the same.logical.logical. Always so logical. You can make your whole life a lot easier by embracing logic. She did.
The shower ran water down over her body, her curves were like any women. Slender, with no trace of too much body fat. Only one thing off. Scars ran everywhere and a burn mark was clearly seen. A Romulan 'gift'. Right. Her first encounter with life was one of pain.
After rinsing her hair and body she strolled out again and decided to get dressed for duty. Useless to go to sleep again. Grabbing some pads she strolled out. Decided to go to the canteen and sat down with chocolate milk. Illogical but highly pleasant.
"Saavik? What are you doing here at this time of the night!" A Japanese man walked over and decided to sit down without an invitation.
"Mr Sulu.." she began, zipping her mug. His black hair in a nice cut form around his head. He was slightly smaller then she was.
"Well?" "Well what Mr Sulu. I could ask you the same thing." She muttered, not in the mood for annoying questions.
"Why aren't you sleeping?" "I could not, neither do I have the need too." "Ah, so you decided to catch up some reading?" "As you observe.yes." "What about?" "Astrophysics."
"I see, well give me command or security. That is my motto." "For everyone there is a task to do." Sulu glanced weary up. "You look.err.hmm.preoccupied." He stated carefully, talking about emotions with Vulcans is asking for trouble. "I am."
"O my.look at the time...have to go. Bye!" Sulu rose and walked away. What was wrong this time? she was like and ice queen.
Saavik glanced grateful at the man who now was walking away. Almost one her best friends but she wanted to be alone. Taking another zip of the mug.
Reading in her own time she discovered that she could not read. And it was not meant as a fabric of her imagination...no.she 'really' could not read it anymore. All the lettering was formed as gibberish.this was illogical. She could read and write for 20.8 years!!! Closing her eyes and opening again odd shapes formed. No.fatigue? She had not been able to sleep for a week but Vulcans could take a period of sleep deprivation.
Hours later she discovered that she still could not read. Illogical.but her pride stood in the way of telling the CMO. Being McCoy. He and his questions.She decided to go to the bridge. She had memorised her station so that could not be a problem. She stood in the elevator and stepped out. Captain Kirk sat firm in his Captains chair and turned around.
"Good morning Saavik!" he chided, way to cheerful.mission? "Captain..." She muttered while walking to her station, which.was occupied.
"Oh, Saavik, Spock has a project which will take a few hours. You take the science department." Saavik glared daggers. "What ever." she muttered and strolled to the science dep. "There are some interesting readouts from the nova, report in ten minutes." "Yes sir." She started her work. Funny. Pretty colours, no idea what they mean.this was nuts. Her eyes were deteriorating. Ah well. Make something up. always in for exaggeration of things.
-Ten minutes later.-
"Well lieutenant?" "Standard nova explosion in about ten hours forty minutes. I have the distinct impression that no one will be harmed in the process captain." The captain was visibly disappointed. "What a shame. Turns out to be a standard patrol mission eventually." He moped. Damn. Saavik counted her blessings.
A dark woman walked in taking the communication console. That was Lieutenant Commander Uhura, also a ensign who walked over to her, handing over a message pad. Great. Peachy. She could not read.she took it and decided to 'cheat'. Entered the pad in the machine and listened to her mentors voice.
-Saavik, when you read this I will be unavailable for the next three shifts. A very interesting project is on the verge of completing. Take over my tasks. No reply needed. Spock.- Saavik felt like screaming.noooooooooo..great.by Surak.what a lousy timing.
All she saw were bodies, bodies from a long time ago. She didn't like it. She was 'used' to it. The rocks around her gave little shade and the air was an airy one. Warm.always so warm. She knew her name, she knew she was a girl, she knew she was hungry. Suddenly...nothing.
the lieutenant commander woke up in a bath of sweat. Again. She glanced around her, naturally nothing in the calm quarters had changed, nothing unusual. She rose, grabbing her nightgown, and strolled to her mirror. Seated herself and glanced at her reflection. Her brown/black hair wavered for a moment. Entangling her face. She grabbed a brush and started brushing. Her shoulder length hair resisted a bit.
"Why.am I dreaming all the time." she muttered to no one in particular. "Talking to yourself is illogical.. and unproductive.." yeah.like.that helped her pounding head and sweating body.
"Computer, decrease the warmth.." the computer complied solemn and she glanced around again, stalked up to a wall and grabbed a stained and battered knife. She took it carefully in her hand and started stroking it. It was not as sharp as it was though you could seriously hurt someone.
"computer, how long till my service is required on the bridge." -five hours, twenty minutes.- "And forty seconds.right.." she decided to take a shower. Walked up to the small cabin and removed the nightgown. She usually slept naked. Why dress yourself with clothes while blankets did the same.logical.logical. Always so logical. You can make your whole life a lot easier by embracing logic. She did.
The shower ran water down over her body, her curves were like any women. Slender, with no trace of too much body fat. Only one thing off. Scars ran everywhere and a burn mark was clearly seen. A Romulan 'gift'. Right. Her first encounter with life was one of pain.
After rinsing her hair and body she strolled out again and decided to get dressed for duty. Useless to go to sleep again. Grabbing some pads she strolled out. Decided to go to the canteen and sat down with chocolate milk. Illogical but highly pleasant.
"Saavik? What are you doing here at this time of the night!" A Japanese man walked over and decided to sit down without an invitation.
"Mr Sulu.." she began, zipping her mug. His black hair in a nice cut form around his head. He was slightly smaller then she was.
"Well?" "Well what Mr Sulu. I could ask you the same thing." She muttered, not in the mood for annoying questions.
"Why aren't you sleeping?" "I could not, neither do I have the need too." "Ah, so you decided to catch up some reading?" "As you observe.yes." "What about?" "Astrophysics."
"I see, well give me command or security. That is my motto." "For everyone there is a task to do." Sulu glanced weary up. "You look.err.hmm.preoccupied." He stated carefully, talking about emotions with Vulcans is asking for trouble. "I am."
"O my.look at the time...have to go. Bye!" Sulu rose and walked away. What was wrong this time? she was like and ice queen.
Saavik glanced grateful at the man who now was walking away. Almost one her best friends but she wanted to be alone. Taking another zip of the mug.
Reading in her own time she discovered that she could not read. And it was not meant as a fabric of her imagination...no.she 'really' could not read it anymore. All the lettering was formed as gibberish.this was illogical. She could read and write for 20.8 years!!! Closing her eyes and opening again odd shapes formed. No.fatigue? She had not been able to sleep for a week but Vulcans could take a period of sleep deprivation.
Hours later she discovered that she still could not read. Illogical.but her pride stood in the way of telling the CMO. Being McCoy. He and his questions.She decided to go to the bridge. She had memorised her station so that could not be a problem. She stood in the elevator and stepped out. Captain Kirk sat firm in his Captains chair and turned around.
"Good morning Saavik!" he chided, way to cheerful.mission? "Captain..." She muttered while walking to her station, which.was occupied.
"Oh, Saavik, Spock has a project which will take a few hours. You take the science department." Saavik glared daggers. "What ever." she muttered and strolled to the science dep. "There are some interesting readouts from the nova, report in ten minutes." "Yes sir." She started her work. Funny. Pretty colours, no idea what they mean.this was nuts. Her eyes were deteriorating. Ah well. Make something up. always in for exaggeration of things.
-Ten minutes later.-
"Well lieutenant?" "Standard nova explosion in about ten hours forty minutes. I have the distinct impression that no one will be harmed in the process captain." The captain was visibly disappointed. "What a shame. Turns out to be a standard patrol mission eventually." He moped. Damn. Saavik counted her blessings.
A dark woman walked in taking the communication console. That was Lieutenant Commander Uhura, also a ensign who walked over to her, handing over a message pad. Great. Peachy. She could not read.she took it and decided to 'cheat'. Entered the pad in the machine and listened to her mentors voice.
-Saavik, when you read this I will be unavailable for the next three shifts. A very interesting project is on the verge of completing. Take over my tasks. No reply needed. Spock.- Saavik felt like screaming.noooooooooo..great.by Surak.what a lousy timing.