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Tempest stared out at the calming sunset. Just simply staring, like so many times before. And like so many times before, she had hoped that someone would appear from the background, someone would join her. NOt just anybody, but a certian somebody. But she had to resign herself to the fact that he was gone, she told herself. He was dead, long lost in the fabric of time to some will of undescribible mystery. And yet, she still couldn't shake the feeling that he was alive, somewhere, out there. It was times like these that she could almost sence that he was with her, that he was just beyond her glance against the purple lit moutians. But she knew it was a farce, a vain hope against all odds. He hadn't shown up in the entire length of time that she was here, heck he didn't even show up while she was fighting in, well, that's another story. Tempest looked down at her hands, almost remembering the last time they touched his face. She smiled as he rose his hand to her lips, silencing her from her endless babble when all he wanted to do was stare into her eyes... Those eyes... Those eyes... They still haunted her in the night, still came through in her dreams. Still... Suddenly tempest's head twisted back towards the cave, almsot certian she had heard the same sounds that he made while coming out of it. No, she didn't hear it. Did she? no... NO!!!!!!!! What she heard was his thoughts, his fleeting mind floating across her mind for the first time in ages. The gentle caress of his spirit, just for a heartbeat before it was gone again and she felt alone. But it was enough, it was enough. Her eyes widened, her heart threatened to tear from her chest as she was wrapped up in the now fleeting memory of his touching her mind. He was alive... he was ALIVE! Tempest, wrapped up in the emotions of a forigen and far off lover, should have watched her step. For as she felt herself wrapped in her emotions, her feet pressed back, towards the jagged edgeof the cliff... Closer... Closer...
Tempest Fell
Zantor looked up, hearing a soul cry out, hearing a voice as radiant as any nova he had ever experienced scream for help, atleast within his mind. "Roka!!!" He heard, all to autibly as he turned around. "Computer! Disengage program." The moutian shimmered out of existance as he watched himself become alone again. He opened his mind again, now knowing fully well what was going on. "Computer! Re-engage safty protocalls of all holodecks immediately!" Zantor shouted, already on his way out the door.
It is hard to describe flight, or falling. There was something truly glorious about that lack of control, allowing one to fall from both mind, body, and soul. And something deeply terrifiying as Tempest realized that while the glory of her flight filled her, she was still speeding towards the bottom. Before she could control herself, she called out for the only person that came into her mind to help her. Yet, knowing he would never arrive, she quickly twisted her body into a ball, flipping over to allow for greater wind resistance. If she could just get to the river, she thought untill the once beautiful rock raced towards her face...
Zantor ran into the holodeck right next to his and saw the body of a woman fall from the cliff, just intime, or far too late. He began to run, faster then he had ever imagined her could go. It was as if somethign inside of him had pushed him towards helping his person. 'ofcourse' he would tell himself later 'your medical training you big dork' Zantor watched as the woman's scull cracked ruthlessly on the rock wall becide her, just before the program deactivated and the body took it's final plunge onto the yellow squares. Zantor raced forward. He turned her over, touching her forehead with his hand and trying to determine her injuries, for the safety protocalls took a moment to come online and even longer to disengage. "Sick Bay! This is Holodeck 3 (number right?)! I have an accident here! Looks like crainal damage, broken nose, possible broken neck. Patient is uncontious at the moment and I am applying pressure to her bleeding. Note for trama team, better have an extra supply of blood on hand, it looks like a bone punchtured her aorta (or teh betazed equivalent) and she's starting to bleed out!" Zantor said, all while taking off his shirt and pressing it fearcly on her neck. Her eyes fluttered open for a moment while he lowered his hands down. When he looked back up, they were closed again, he was certian she hadn't seen anyof his face, not that that mattered. "Be advised, this is a prioity one alert, Guys where are you?! The patient is a Captain!" Immediately the room was filled with a whine that Zantor recognized immediately as a transporter signal. The trama team quickly took over as Zantor watched. He wanted to head to sickbay to prepare, but something told him he wasn't suppose to leave her side. Ensign Roka Zantor Medical
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