A/n: I'm taking this from the end to the time travely episode, anything
beyond that does not affect this story. So if there seem to be
discrepancies between the show and the story let me know only if those
discrepancies made themselves known before that episode, otherwise it could
get very confusing, know what I mean? (
Trance
The ship literally looks like a war zone. I have never seen it this bad. The bridge is relatively untouched, but the rest of the ship, well the Magog did miner redecorating compared to this. How can anyone live like this?
And my friends, my friends are gone; these people that have replaced them are hollow shells of the people I once knew. The strange thing is that I knew them like two hours ago. I talked with them, and faced overwhelming odds at times. Funny how you take victory for granted I guess. Obviously its something we can no longer afford to do here.
I'm glad Harper is ok. I don't know how he is; I'll ask questions like that when I'm sure they wont shoot me on the spot. Whenever that may be. Soon I hope. I hate the silence.
Their faces are so warn, there are vague signs of laugh line, but most are hidden under the scars. There even seems to be sadness in the air we breathe.
The possibilities are no longer endless it seems.
I just wish I knew what had happened here.
I wish I had my tail. Things might be a lot simpler to explain then.
But then again, these people do not look like the trusting sort to me. Maybe it best to leave the detailed explaining till later. I hope the other me is having a better time. Course she would know what was going to happen, I would know, she would know, oh I hate paradoxes.
I wonder where we're headed anyway. If I know for sure the details, maybe I can help. Maybe it doesn't all have to be gloomy and doomy. I could help. I'm good at that at least.
Trance
The ship literally looks like a war zone. I have never seen it this bad. The bridge is relatively untouched, but the rest of the ship, well the Magog did miner redecorating compared to this. How can anyone live like this?
And my friends, my friends are gone; these people that have replaced them are hollow shells of the people I once knew. The strange thing is that I knew them like two hours ago. I talked with them, and faced overwhelming odds at times. Funny how you take victory for granted I guess. Obviously its something we can no longer afford to do here.
I'm glad Harper is ok. I don't know how he is; I'll ask questions like that when I'm sure they wont shoot me on the spot. Whenever that may be. Soon I hope. I hate the silence.
Their faces are so warn, there are vague signs of laugh line, but most are hidden under the scars. There even seems to be sadness in the air we breathe.
The possibilities are no longer endless it seems.
I just wish I knew what had happened here.
I wish I had my tail. Things might be a lot simpler to explain then.
But then again, these people do not look like the trusting sort to me. Maybe it best to leave the detailed explaining till later. I hope the other me is having a better time. Course she would know what was going to happen, I would know, she would know, oh I hate paradoxes.
I wonder where we're headed anyway. If I know for sure the details, maybe I can help. Maybe it doesn't all have to be gloomy and doomy. I could help. I'm good at that at least.