Wrecked
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Prologue
The sky was an azure blue. The clouds swirled around the heavens, a mixture of blues and greens. The haze blinded Seven. She choked, her human eye stinging and watering as the acrid smoke from the burned out Delta flyer made her sneeze. When she breathed it burned her lungs, causing her to cough and choke. In that moment she couldn't move. Her whole focus was on the man's body lying in front of her on the rocky promontory. It was Chakotay. His injuries were severe, life threatening in fact. Seven had no recourse but to use old fashioned methods to keep him alive. All their medical supplies had gone up in smoke along with the flyer.
Seven knelt in the dirt. Her cybernetic implants glitched, electrical currents made her arms jerk. Her head ached. It was hard to concentrate. Her human eye continued to water, while her other turned dark. She was falling apart on the inside, just as she was on the outside. Seven had been in some dark situations throughout her life as a drone, and then aboard Voyager. But nothing compared to this. She had none of the technology she had come to rely on to steer her out of this difficult situation. What was supposed to have been a restful away mission had turned into something much darker. This planet was not the sanctuary it had appeared to be. It had fooled Voyager's senses when they had first explored it from above.
It was hellish. There was not enough oxygen in the air for Seven to breathe, let alone Chakotay, who still lay prone before her, his head lolling to one side, black hair matted with blood, dark streaks of ash marring his tan skin. Seven heard someone sobbing, not at first realising it was coming from her own mouth. "Commander." She mumbled, drawing on her old Borg strength to try and steady her nerves. "Chakotay." She continued in a whisper, her voice a soft sigh, disappearing in the biting wind.
The clouds above continued to swirl as an electrical storm rent the air. The blues disappeared to be replaced with a violent red. Seven, her hair undone and flapping about her face in the strengthening wind, began to perform CPR. Her arms shook as she suddenly ducked down, pressing her mouth to Chakotay's as she tried to breathe life into his broken body.
A/N-thanks for reading! Chapter one coming Saturday. Please let me know what you think. Thanks! :)