Re: Session 02: Out of the Blue, Into the Black
*throb* We... Feel... Your... Pain... *throb*
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The older man's first flicker of awareness came not from sound, or taste, or smell, or sight.
He felt the waves of stress, and fear, and pain, and death swirling around him, washing over him, focusing his awareness as if he had been physically slapped in the face.
Flashes of very recent memories.
Staggering aboard with the injured technician as the pain in his shoulder spiked toward the limits of his endurance...
The profoundly grateful look he shot toward Karnell when Amin was brought aboard, and toward Bek when the marines were brought aboard...
The barely-controlled tumble laying the injured technician down as the air thinned...
The white-hot spike of pain as he fell...
The surge of stress, and fear, and pain from the station, as those still stranded and aware faced their approaching deaths...
The spike of death as those lives were lost with the station's demise...
His mind, like the ship, heading into the black...
And... a still small voice...
:: Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. ::
And... peace.
He opened his eyes. How long had he been there? Probably not long, judging by how relatively unchanged the scene before him was.
He tried to rise, and was pleasantly surprised to find the pain level of his shoulder to be significantly decreased.
:: Thank you, Sovereign Lord... ::
He took a deep breath, and rose to see to the injured...
This message was last edited by the player at 22:56, Tue 18 May 2021.