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Things Unseen
Prologue
Chakotay coughed heavily, his lungs rejecting the ash and dust filled air he was trying to inhale. His throat closed convulsively, and he gagged as he attempted to swallow. His eyes were burning, and streamed tears. He told himself that it was from the acrid smoke that now permeated the air, but he wasn't entirely sure of that.
He tried to wipe his eyes, with one hand, but checked the movement, when he saw how grimy it was. Upon trying to wipe his hands on the front of his uniform, he discovered that its state was no better. His uniform was now mostly a muted grey. He blinked hard, and tried to peer through the thick smoke.
He took a few steps forward, rubble crunching underneath his boots. He could see almost nothing, but everywhere he could hear the cries of the wounded. There was the stench of leaking fuel and burned flesh.
"Kathryn!" He called out hoarsely. "Kathryn!"
There was no answer.