ST: Hebe - "Alone"
You'd think that, with all the amazing technology at my fingertips, I wouldn't have gotten bored so easily, but you'd be wrong. My mom and I had just moved to the Rutledge, and we weren't going to be there long, so I had decided not to make too many friends. It wasn't a difficult decision since I was the only teenager aboard. I mean, technically, there shouldn't have been any families on a little ship like that, but since my dad had died and it was only the two of us, there wasn't really any choice. And besides, like I said, we weren't going to be there long. The CMO (that's Chief Medical Officer for you uninitiated types) of the Rutledge had to take an emergency leave of absence for some kind of family drama, and my mom got assigned as the interim CMO. It only delayed our plans of moving back to Earth for six months, so I was fine with it (like I had any choice).
"Red alert! All hands to battle stations!" Captain Crighton called over the comm system as klaxons screamed out through the ship. "We've been ordered to join a fleet massing at the Wolf 359 system. Be ready for anything people." It wasn't the first time I'd been in a red alert situation. I knew to just sit tight, stay in my quarters, and hope for the best. I knew my mom would be awfully busy with casualties. I knew things would proceed as they were meant to proceed and that in any case there was nothing I could do about it. But I'd never heard fear in the voice of a Starfleet officer like I did as Crighton called out the alert. I was scared.
I couldn't say how much time passed before the fight started. I could hear the engines straining, systems powering up for combat. I could feel in my soul that this was going to be bad.
"Resistance is futile. You will disarm your weapons and escort us to Sector 001. If you attempt to intervene, we will destroy you." I didn't know what I was hearing. I didn't understand what it meant. All I knew was that that cold, calculating voice meant something atrocious and that we were all in trouble. It wasn't long after that that the ship started shaking and alarms started wailing, but I didn't have time to react. A bionic zombie of some kind materialized in my quarters and started to move toward me. I panicked and ran for the door, and luckily a conduit burst and took out the creature that was following me. All I knew was that I needed to get to my mom, however busy she was. I needed to be with her, so I ran for sickbay.
The situation was worse than I could ever have imagined when I got there. The fight had barely started a minute before and already casualties were pouring in. I knew my mom would be busy and the all the burns and other injuries were horrible to see, so I decided to hide in her office. That was when I heard the whine of transporter beams and more bionic zombies appearing in the sickbay. I had to see what was happening, and I looked around the corner just in time to see my mom grab a phaser from the console next to her. She was so brave, trying to repel the invaders so she could save her patients, but it was more than the creatures would allow. They cut her down before my very eyes, and I knew that she was dead. There was no way she had survived the assault.
Ignoring the obvious danger, I ran to cradle my mother's body in my arms. I never made it. One of the creatures grabbed me and stabbed me with some kind of weird straw things coming out of his hand. It couldn't have been more painful. I felt like I was dying, and I was grateful for it.
To be continued...
"Red alert! All hands to battle stations!" Captain Crighton called over the comm system as klaxons screamed out through the ship. "We've been ordered to join a fleet massing at the Wolf 359 system. Be ready for anything people." It wasn't the first time I'd been in a red alert situation. I knew to just sit tight, stay in my quarters, and hope for the best. I knew my mom would be awfully busy with casualties. I knew things would proceed as they were meant to proceed and that in any case there was nothing I could do about it. But I'd never heard fear in the voice of a Starfleet officer like I did as Crighton called out the alert. I was scared.
I couldn't say how much time passed before the fight started. I could hear the engines straining, systems powering up for combat. I could feel in my soul that this was going to be bad.
"Resistance is futile. You will disarm your weapons and escort us to Sector 001. If you attempt to intervene, we will destroy you." I didn't know what I was hearing. I didn't understand what it meant. All I knew was that that cold, calculating voice meant something atrocious and that we were all in trouble. It wasn't long after that that the ship started shaking and alarms started wailing, but I didn't have time to react. A bionic zombie of some kind materialized in my quarters and started to move toward me. I panicked and ran for the door, and luckily a conduit burst and took out the creature that was following me. All I knew was that I needed to get to my mom, however busy she was. I needed to be with her, so I ran for sickbay.
The situation was worse than I could ever have imagined when I got there. The fight had barely started a minute before and already casualties were pouring in. I knew my mom would be busy and the all the burns and other injuries were horrible to see, so I decided to hide in her office. That was when I heard the whine of transporter beams and more bionic zombies appearing in the sickbay. I had to see what was happening, and I looked around the corner just in time to see my mom grab a phaser from the console next to her. She was so brave, trying to repel the invaders so she could save her patients, but it was more than the creatures would allow. They cut her down before my very eyes, and I knew that she was dead. There was no way she had survived the assault.
Ignoring the obvious danger, I ran to cradle my mother's body in my arms. I never made it. One of the creatures grabbed me and stabbed me with some kind of weird straw things coming out of his hand. It couldn't have been more painful. I felt like I was dying, and I was grateful for it.
To be continued...