Disclaimer: Enterprise, Star Trek, and all the characters contained in that
series are not mine and never were. I'm not paid for this. I'm just goofing
around for the fun of it.
Authors note: if you haven't figured it out already, I kind of like time and dimension travel, this could be really interesting, I'm just waiting to someone to tell me exactly how far I can and cant go. (
She wasn't going to make it in time. This was just perfect. She was no scientist, not really, she was a linguist. Of course it had taken her longer to figure out the calculations and the little blips in the charts. It may have taken her to long, that was the problem now, time.
Trip and Malcolm were with the Climarians at their 'Feast on the Presuppose'. It was a large banquet they had once a year at the edge of this large craggy abyss three miles from their village. It was a weeklong thing. The Climarians didn't have technology, not for lack of knowledge though. It was because of some sort of disturbance or interference coming form the pit of the abyss.
So once a year the whole city trekked out to the edge on foot and eat till they passed out. There had to be some symbolism in there somewhere.
The three of them had been invited along, as guest. The Captain had given his go ahead for a few days, and the rest was history. Except that when the group started to file out Hoshi had gotten a few blips from her tricorder. And just like the cat, she had to investigate it.
She had told the other two to go ahead and go.
But it wasn't the blips and calculations that were making her run now, though a rip in space-time wasn't something you saw everyday. No she was running because of what she had overheard from some excited locals.
Annual sacrifice.
And they weren't talking pigs and sheep, they were talking humans, foreigners, them. Anyway you sliced I comment like that, it just wasn't good.
She ran as fast as her legs could carry her, the locals seemed to part like the sea at her approach. 'Yes new one race, race to you death.' She could almost hear them cackling in her mind.
She thought she saw them up ahead and started waving her arms about.
That was when she noticed how dangerously close they already were to the edge. And what exactly had she planed to do when she got here anyway. Tell the locals that they had better not or else. Great plan Hoshi, stunning in its brilliance there, girl.
The guys had now seen her and were waving just as franticly for her to turn around and go back the way she came. Had her mind been working at anything approaching a normal speed she would have done just that. Instead it seemed to think there was still a chance to save them, and so plunged her head long in to the crowd.
She could almost see Trip and Malcolm visibly deflate as they tried to figure out what in the world she was planning to do. The closer she got the more it began to register how hopeless the situation really was.
And then from behind her came a forceful push just as she was trying to stop. And that was all she wrote.
Hoshi went careening helplessly in to the two men who were perched precariously on the edge as it was. There was a few grunts, a scream, a whole lot of pin wheeling arms, and then the three of them went over the edge.
Hoshi had never known such fear. She hated falling, and now it was how she would die.
She seemed to fall forever, her voice long since having gone horse from screaming. Then she seemed to slow down. She didn't want to open her eyes. It was probably just some kind of perceptual illusion.
With a whack she suddenly hit ground. Before she blacked out she could have sworn she heard someone yell, 'intruder alert.'
Hehe, sound good so far?
Authors note: if you haven't figured it out already, I kind of like time and dimension travel, this could be really interesting, I'm just waiting to someone to tell me exactly how far I can and cant go. (
She wasn't going to make it in time. This was just perfect. She was no scientist, not really, she was a linguist. Of course it had taken her longer to figure out the calculations and the little blips in the charts. It may have taken her to long, that was the problem now, time.
Trip and Malcolm were with the Climarians at their 'Feast on the Presuppose'. It was a large banquet they had once a year at the edge of this large craggy abyss three miles from their village. It was a weeklong thing. The Climarians didn't have technology, not for lack of knowledge though. It was because of some sort of disturbance or interference coming form the pit of the abyss.
So once a year the whole city trekked out to the edge on foot and eat till they passed out. There had to be some symbolism in there somewhere.
The three of them had been invited along, as guest. The Captain had given his go ahead for a few days, and the rest was history. Except that when the group started to file out Hoshi had gotten a few blips from her tricorder. And just like the cat, she had to investigate it.
She had told the other two to go ahead and go.
But it wasn't the blips and calculations that were making her run now, though a rip in space-time wasn't something you saw everyday. No she was running because of what she had overheard from some excited locals.
Annual sacrifice.
And they weren't talking pigs and sheep, they were talking humans, foreigners, them. Anyway you sliced I comment like that, it just wasn't good.
She ran as fast as her legs could carry her, the locals seemed to part like the sea at her approach. 'Yes new one race, race to you death.' She could almost hear them cackling in her mind.
She thought she saw them up ahead and started waving her arms about.
That was when she noticed how dangerously close they already were to the edge. And what exactly had she planed to do when she got here anyway. Tell the locals that they had better not or else. Great plan Hoshi, stunning in its brilliance there, girl.
The guys had now seen her and were waving just as franticly for her to turn around and go back the way she came. Had her mind been working at anything approaching a normal speed she would have done just that. Instead it seemed to think there was still a chance to save them, and so plunged her head long in to the crowd.
She could almost see Trip and Malcolm visibly deflate as they tried to figure out what in the world she was planning to do. The closer she got the more it began to register how hopeless the situation really was.
And then from behind her came a forceful push just as she was trying to stop. And that was all she wrote.
Hoshi went careening helplessly in to the two men who were perched precariously on the edge as it was. There was a few grunts, a scream, a whole lot of pin wheeling arms, and then the three of them went over the edge.
Hoshi had never known such fear. She hated falling, and now it was how she would die.
She seemed to fall forever, her voice long since having gone horse from screaming. Then she seemed to slow down. She didn't want to open her eyes. It was probably just some kind of perceptual illusion.
With a whack she suddenly hit ground. Before she blacked out she could have sworn she heard someone yell, 'intruder alert.'
Hehe, sound good so far?