If tears were stars
DISCLAIMER - Its very simple folks.... I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS NOT MADE UP BY ME, which will be pretty obvious if there are any, otherwise i'll tell ya kay. That said. Dont sue me. Thank you, that will be all.
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Wind bellowed frightening warnings in his ears, his dark hair clawing at it as he ran across the grassy surfaceof this planet that was so much like home, so much like earth. His weapon was clutched tightly to his chest. Up ahead he could see his friend carefully edgeing his way around a veyr large tree with leaves that were shaped odlly like stars. "Sulu! Look Out!" He screamed, the fear in his voice as thick as the heavey russian accent that rang with it. Hikaru Sulu dodged the Kilingon that lept from the massive branches of the tree. A struggle broke out almsot immediately. Chekov skidded to a stop, scraping up pieces of the almost black soil. The sky above him was white and grey but even then you could see a billion stars twinkling in it. He steading his silver blaster as best he could and waited for the next open shot, set on stun, he was no murderer...but as for others..."Chekov!' Sulu took down the Kilingon with a blow to the head, simultaneously crying out as his friend's body jolted forward losing stance, Pavel Chekovs eyes were wide and Sulu watched him fall as if in slow motion to the ground. The wind pushing the silver blaster slowly along the ground. "PAVEL!" Sulu was enraged now His pulled out his weapong, a much smaller version of chekovs blaster hidden in his coat, with stunning speed he took down the klingon responable while he was still readying for a second shot. He'd been using a stolen weapon, and Sulu knew about the time gap that could not be avoided between blasts. He'd had thirty seconds to act, and he'd done it in ten. The Klingon was not dead, but he would've been if Captain Kirk had not just then arrived with the rest of the landing party. All stopped frozen despite the forcel wind that would've pushed them onward, all stopped and stared horrified at the lifeless figure on the ground. Dr. Leonard H. McCoy was first to move. He was the only one not paralyzed by the shock of a comrade down. McCoy was very familiar with death.
Jim watched as Bones went to check on the young ensign. He knew what would be coming next. Those three terrible words. He was ashamed to say that they had never before carried so much weight on his heart. The other party members were beginning to edge closer now, Sulu wasn't edging he was running, fear stricken into his eyes, pouring into the rest of his face, his expression was taught with it, with concern for his best friend. "Pavel, Pavel please." He pleaded dropping to his knees beside the boy. He was just a boy, Kirk thought, just a boy.
"Chekov, remember, you've got to be here, you're going to be a god-father remember? You're supposed to be there in case anythign happens to ME or Makoto. Pavel please, what will my child do without her favorite uncle." Tears were streaming down his face. Kirk had a terrible feeling surging through him, the world had gone dark, the only illuminated figures were the three men playing out the scene before him. This couldnt be real. This was , was just a dream, no they were back home, back at the academy training, this was just a virtual reality , it couldn't be real, it...it was. McCoy looked up, his expresion serious...He's still alive Jim....but barely. A wave of relief washed over Kirk stronger than the wind that pushed him forward and he almost fell backward. Another young ensign in their party caught him as his legs almost gave out. "Thank you ensign." He offered gratefulyl to full of mixed emotions to concentrate on anything muich less remembering a name. "Jim, he's hurt bad, we've gotta get him back to the ship, he needs to be in sick bay, right now!" Bones was adement, Kirk pulled out his communicator and called up to the ship. Uhura answered. "Yes Captain." Lieutenant, beam us up immediately, we need to get Mr. Chekov to sick bay on the double.
~End of Chapter One~
DISCLAIMER - Its very simple folks.... I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS NOT MADE UP BY ME, which will be pretty obvious if there are any, otherwise i'll tell ya kay. That said. Dont sue me. Thank you, that will be all.
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Wind bellowed frightening warnings in his ears, his dark hair clawing at it as he ran across the grassy surfaceof this planet that was so much like home, so much like earth. His weapon was clutched tightly to his chest. Up ahead he could see his friend carefully edgeing his way around a veyr large tree with leaves that were shaped odlly like stars. "Sulu! Look Out!" He screamed, the fear in his voice as thick as the heavey russian accent that rang with it. Hikaru Sulu dodged the Kilingon that lept from the massive branches of the tree. A struggle broke out almsot immediately. Chekov skidded to a stop, scraping up pieces of the almost black soil. The sky above him was white and grey but even then you could see a billion stars twinkling in it. He steading his silver blaster as best he could and waited for the next open shot, set on stun, he was no murderer...but as for others..."Chekov!' Sulu took down the Kilingon with a blow to the head, simultaneously crying out as his friend's body jolted forward losing stance, Pavel Chekovs eyes were wide and Sulu watched him fall as if in slow motion to the ground. The wind pushing the silver blaster slowly along the ground. "PAVEL!" Sulu was enraged now His pulled out his weapong, a much smaller version of chekovs blaster hidden in his coat, with stunning speed he took down the klingon responable while he was still readying for a second shot. He'd been using a stolen weapon, and Sulu knew about the time gap that could not be avoided between blasts. He'd had thirty seconds to act, and he'd done it in ten. The Klingon was not dead, but he would've been if Captain Kirk had not just then arrived with the rest of the landing party. All stopped frozen despite the forcel wind that would've pushed them onward, all stopped and stared horrified at the lifeless figure on the ground. Dr. Leonard H. McCoy was first to move. He was the only one not paralyzed by the shock of a comrade down. McCoy was very familiar with death.
Jim watched as Bones went to check on the young ensign. He knew what would be coming next. Those three terrible words. He was ashamed to say that they had never before carried so much weight on his heart. The other party members were beginning to edge closer now, Sulu wasn't edging he was running, fear stricken into his eyes, pouring into the rest of his face, his expression was taught with it, with concern for his best friend. "Pavel, Pavel please." He pleaded dropping to his knees beside the boy. He was just a boy, Kirk thought, just a boy.
"Chekov, remember, you've got to be here, you're going to be a god-father remember? You're supposed to be there in case anythign happens to ME or Makoto. Pavel please, what will my child do without her favorite uncle." Tears were streaming down his face. Kirk had a terrible feeling surging through him, the world had gone dark, the only illuminated figures were the three men playing out the scene before him. This couldnt be real. This was , was just a dream, no they were back home, back at the academy training, this was just a virtual reality , it couldn't be real, it...it was. McCoy looked up, his expresion serious...He's still alive Jim....but barely. A wave of relief washed over Kirk stronger than the wind that pushed him forward and he almost fell backward. Another young ensign in their party caught him as his legs almost gave out. "Thank you ensign." He offered gratefulyl to full of mixed emotions to concentrate on anything muich less remembering a name. "Jim, he's hurt bad, we've gotta get him back to the ship, he needs to be in sick bay, right now!" Bones was adement, Kirk pulled out his communicator and called up to the ship. Uhura answered. "Yes Captain." Lieutenant, beam us up immediately, we need to get Mr. Chekov to sick bay on the double.
~End of Chapter One~