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[2259.116] -- [Away Mission on Dayoumir VII] -- [Open Post]

Jun 28, 2010 09:51

(OOC: If you want to be a part of this away mission, please read the whole post including OOC comments at the end for all information, captains orders, etc.)Kirk stared down at the ice planet on the forward view screen unhappily. He didn't have the best relationships with ice planets, and the idea of going down to this one had him less than pleased ( Read more... )

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AWAY MISSION - It be cold, Vulcan. npc_aliens July 14 2010, 02:54:50 UTC

Spock would wake to silence. A silence that was almost a sound, a constant far off impossible sound. It was cold, but not nearly as cold as it had been. It was somewhere in stone, a brilliant blue stone that gave off a faint light. No snow. In the distance, something gleamed white.

The pressure was diminished, but not gone, and it was close. Something was waiting for him.

Re: AWAY MISSION - It be cold, Vulcan. cso_spock July 14 2010, 03:06:17 UTC

It was, by far, the worst place he had ever woken up in, not that his life experiences had been as extreme as many other individuals. Spock sat up at once, the rush of which had him grabbing at his head the next moment, trying to ease the headache that had snapped forward because of the movement. Eyes squinting through the ache, he glanced around, and then got to his feet (more slowly this time).

The phaser was still at his hip, though it seemed he had dropped his communicator somewhere. Taking it from his belt, he approached the white gleam, curious, but also wanting to walk away from the source of the lingering pressure, if there was one.

Re: AWAY MISSION - It be cold, Vulcan. npc_aliens July 14 2010, 03:16:40 UTC

The lingering pressure seemed to move right along with him. Eventually, he got to the white gleam. It was a massive pile of something, a pile of long, white rocks... no.

Spock was looking at the collapsed skeleton of something larger than anything that roamed Earth or Vulcan.

Re: AWAY MISSION - It be cold, Vulcan. cso_spock July 14 2010, 03:28:04 UTC

Bones and rocks were easy to separate from one another by shape: rocks didn't usually form something long and femur-like...though to be in such a heap was unusual.

Spock crouched down, examining a piece closely, and then reaching out to prod it with his unarmed hand.

Re: AWAY MISSION - It be cold, Vulcan. npc_aliens July 14 2010, 03:29:40 UTC

It was solid as stone, maybe petrified. It was as long as an elephant, longer... the creature itself was hard to size by pure imagination.

But there was a spark of something, a flicker just beyond his feeling of his mind.

Re: AWAY MISSION - It be cold, Vulcan. cso_spock July 14 2010, 23:40:40 UTC

His brows came together at the flicker, trying to hone in on it. But it had already stopped, leaving a void in its wake.

So he prodded the bone again. Perhaps it was the source.

Re: AWAY MISSION - It be cold, Vulcan. npc_aliens July 14 2010, 23:45:28 UTC

The presence grew, then snow began to form in the air. It howled, spinning like a blizzard, right over the bones. Then finally it began to form into something. It was the skeleton, if the size was any indication, and its head was staring directly at Spock. Yet through the ethereal bones, the real ones remained still on the ground.

( ... )

Re: AWAY MISSION - It be cold, Vulcan. cso_spock July 14 2010, 23:51:45 UTC

The first thing that came to mind was: he wanted to study this. Take readings. Hold it under a microscope and see if he could touch, alter, reproduce whatever this thing was made of.

And then another part of him said, examine the size relative to yourself; note the predatory stance, not unlike a le-matya, or a wolf; see the sharp teeth and the forked tongue indicative of the habits of tearing, ripping, and rending meat from bone.

Spock resisted, barely, the instinct to shoot at it, but his hand tightened over the phaser enough to make the material creak with the strain. Cautiously, he took a step back, gaze not wavering from the eye sockets of the skull.

Re: AWAY MISSION - It be cold, Vulcan. npc_aliens July 14 2010, 23:54:47 UTC

Its mouth opened and that high pitched non-noise started again. Its head twisted to the side as the sound increased in volume, and then its jaws snapped shut and the sound died with it.

Re: AWAY MISSION - It be cold, Vulcan. cso_spock July 14 2010, 23:59:41 UTC

That was pleasant. Spock clutched at his head, willing the sound to stop while staggered back a few more feet from the creature. There were now two possibilities: being torn apart or driven insane (and then possibly still torn apart). He needed more options, but his thoughts still reeled from the previous disarray. Perhaps the bones...?

Re: AWAY MISSION - It be cold, Vulcan. npc_aliens July 15 2010, 00:05:37 UTC

The pressure increased in his mind, pressing in on all sides. The creature stepped forward, and its head came right up to Spock.

Re: AWAY MISSION - It be cold, Vulcan. cso_spock July 15 2010, 00:16:51 UTC

Communication over destruction. He was a member of Starfleet, he should be more civil than simply shooting at it--even though it was trying crush his mind or drive him insane or otherwise inflict pain on his person.

His free hand reached out to touch the monstrous skull in front of him, but to his fascination, all he saw was his hand passing through the white wisps of light that seemed to form the creature.

He couldn't meld with nothing, so he looked for an alternative, and began to step around the creature towards the bone pile. His movements weren't exactly graceful or subtle or smooth--he just needed to get there before he lost consciousness again.

Re: AWAY MISSION - It be cold, Vulcan. npc_aliens July 15 2010, 00:21:36 UTC

The creature turned, watching Spock. It seemed to have trouble moving quickly, but it started to turn and follow after him.

The bones had more than enough gaps for Spock to get through.

Re: AWAY MISSION - It be cold, Vulcan. cso_spock July 15 2010, 00:29:00 UTC

His imagination supplied him with images of how these bones could have ended up these ways, death throes and contorted limbs, and he dismissed at once the idea that those were ribs he could slide between, with the sternum holding a roof overhead.

As Spock saw the creature turning and the pressure against his mind became more intense, his movements became more urgent and even less coordinated. Finally, he reached the pile again, and stumbled-fell with some luck between the wide slats of the not-ribs. Round edges of small(er) bones pressed through the uniform and into his side, but he ignored them all so he could shoot out a hand, press it flat against the inside of a not-pelvis, and throw his mind forward.

Can you hear me?

Re: AWAY MISSION - It be cold, Vulcan. npc_aliens July 15 2010, 00:48:36 UTC

The increasing pressure stopped, and so did the forward movement of the ethereal creature he could see. It stayed silent several feet away, staring at Spock. There was silence all around them.

Re: AWAY MISSION - It be cold, Vulcan. cso_spock July 15 2010, 00:57:19 UTC

Progress.

Spock let out a slow breath, eyes closing as his adrenaline died down. His mind relaxed, too, so he could better focus on the meld (was this even a meld?).

The connection was muffled. It took him a moment to figure out why, staring at his hand, before he realized that his glove was still protecting his hand. For a moment, he sat at a stalemate of whether to risk his fingers or to just forget about this meager attempt at saving his own life...

He huffed out a breath. Fingers could be saved. Spock withdrew his hand, wrenched the glove off, and then pressed his now-bare palm to the rough, pocked, horrifyingly cold bone matter. His body gave a violent shiver, scraping some of the lighter bones around him, but he kept his hand there.

What are you?

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