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@jimthevampire.bsky.socialOct 2, 2026, 9:01 AM

Got an indentation which will serve perhaps. Trigger warning: ouchy times and a boo boo or two.

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A wail woke her up. It was hers. Her wrist burned with radiating pain. She was laying on it. Her eyes fluttered open and through sticky tears and a grey haze, she saw she was in a corridor. Yellow strips from the floor illuminated the white walls, an odd dark shadow cast across an indentation to her side. There was blood. She cried out again. “Someone, please.” But she was alone. Could she stand? Her eyes struggled to focus on anything. The pain blossomed from her head, contending with the screaming from her arm. She’d been on the Bridge, talking to the girl. Then, this. Sudden shivering took over her body. So cold. Was she dying? Distantly there was a bang and a shout. She closed her eyes again. Boots on metal. Closer and closer. Bang, bang, bang. She sobbed as she was hoisted into the air, the smell of old tobacco filled her nose, but her hand flopped uselessly down, a spike of outrageous agony and darkness closed in on her vision again
@jimthevampire.bsky.socialSep 28, 2026, 6:16 AM

Only got the one primed and I definitely shared a long time ago, but here we go with *primed*

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As they watched, lights sprang back to life in windows on the inner ring of the station. Within a few seconds, the spin speed increased. Caul was staring at streams of text that he used to be able to read from here, on her console, “Captain, Station Rec confirms that the situation is resolved. Huh. It reiterates our orders to leave.” He scratched his chin, concern and irritation were knotting in his stomach. “The Rec says? What about station command?” He watched her shake her head, “Nothing sir. Just orders from the Rec.” What could he actually do about it? They didn’t need help, Tartarus didn’t have much help to offer. Win, win? He felt himself shrug. “Well, so be it. Lets get out of here. Engineering,” he called out, knowing Toren would be waiting. “Are my ULD’s ready?” A brief hiss of static; “Aye Captain…Ultra Light Drive is primed. Reaction mixes are stable. Give the word.” The last wasn’t entirely warranted, but he let it slide. “The word is given. Punch it.” Elara nodded once from her station. Her hands flying across the console tapping buttons. The rumbling of the drives was replaced by high pitched whine. There was a brief feeling of inertia and out of the porthole, stars stretched out into infinite lines around them and the engines settled back to a low rumble. And it was done.