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estiroseI don't know whether to call this (sub-)Fandom "Star Trek (2009)", "Star Trek Reboot", or "Star Trek AOS", because I've seen all three today on my fic-reading binge.
In any case, have a totally random Kelvin crew member who won't even give me her damn name.
She ducks as a bulkhead tries to squash her, and hands help her out of the way. Around her, there is chaos, sparks, cries, but somehow everybody around her moves in a chaotic orderly fashion towards the shuttlebays. Towards possible safety, towards maybe survival. She doesn't know what's happened except for something hostile, something that had appeared out of nowhere.
Thinking briefly of her husband, she's glad that they have a good captain, that he'll make sure the bridge crew is safe until they can see each other again. She never thought things would be so bad, never thought that they'd have to abandon ship.
The flow of bodies breaks up a bit, heads into shuttles, and she is pushed into a shuttle seat by momentum and blind training. She thinks how much she'd like to have things from her cabin, but she knows there's no time. She reaches for her communicator, her husband assuring her that he's headed for a shuttle and he'll see her later.
He's not being brave; he really believes it. And so does she. Because the crew knows what to do, and the captain knows what to do, and in the end, no matter how things are falling apart, she knows that their family will live another day.
In any case, have a totally random Kelvin crew member who won't even give me her damn name.
She ducks as a bulkhead tries to squash her, and hands help her out of the way. Around her, there is chaos, sparks, cries, but somehow everybody around her moves in a chaotic orderly fashion towards the shuttlebays. Towards possible safety, towards maybe survival. She doesn't know what's happened except for something hostile, something that had appeared out of nowhere.
Thinking briefly of her husband, she's glad that they have a good captain, that he'll make sure the bridge crew is safe until they can see each other again. She never thought things would be so bad, never thought that they'd have to abandon ship.
The flow of bodies breaks up a bit, heads into shuttles, and she is pushed into a shuttle seat by momentum and blind training. She thinks how much she'd like to have things from her cabin, but she knows there's no time. She reaches for her communicator, her husband assuring her that he's headed for a shuttle and he'll see her later.
He's not being brave; he really believes it. And so does she. Because the crew knows what to do, and the captain knows what to do, and in the end, no matter how things are falling apart, she knows that their family will live another day.
