The sun was setting over the Golden Gate Bridge. Ian and Sasha were watching the sunset with their daughters. The little girls were asleep. There were no words spoken. Just the sound of life passing around them. Ian was holding his wife tight when he heard on odd sound. As he tried to focus on what it was, he was jostled from sleep by the shock of an explosion.
"Red Alert," sounded the CO. "Red Alert. All crew to battle stations."
Ian wanted so much to stay in his dream. His wife had only been dead for a month and he wanted to keep holding her, but his duty was to the Archer. He quickly got up from the floor and put his uniform on. Making sure that he looked decent enough for 0400 hours, he stepped out into the hallway.
Crew members were scrambling from their quarters and on their way to the various turbolifts. Obviously, they wanted to stay in their dreams as well. Ian headed for the nearest turbolift that was empty and ordered it to the bridge. As he arrived, the ship was jolted by a second explosion.
"Captain," Ian shouted over the alarms. "What's going on?"
"There is a rogue Romulan warbird out there," the captain said pointing to the screen. "There was no warning. They uncloaked and caught us off guard. Our warp drive is offline after the first hit, so we're on impulse only."
Ian nodded and went to his station. He began to look at the damage report from the first couple of hits. Noting that the damage was more in the engineering section, he contacted the chief.
"Bridge to Engineering!"
"Lagallien, here, sir."
"Rachel, I've noticed several cracks in the hull in Main Engineering. Secure your people. Keep only a handful down there until we get out of this mess. Your first priority is getting warp drive back online."
"Aye, sir," responded the Chief Engineer.
Without even expecting a response, Ian yelled once more to the chief. "And get more power to the shields.
Ian was shaken by another explosion, this one causing the tactical station to fray and send the young ensign to the floor. Ian ran to the ensign to check his condition, but it was too late. Ian stood up and took control of Tactical.
Ian looked at the console and noticed that computer targeting had been damaged. "Sir, we're going to have to fire from the hip. Targeting control is damaged."
"Do it. We don't have a lot of time."
Ian brought up the short-range sensors on a second panel and began making calculations. Setting the weapons to manual control, he began to apply his knowledge of weapons systems and tactical training to pinpoint where he might be able to fire his next shot.
Another shot from the Romulans rattled the ship. "Torpedo room, load all launchers!" Ian yelled. Another explosion on the bridge, this time taking out the conn officer. The captain helped the ensign to the captain's chair and took her place at the conn.
"Captain, change course to 326 by 382," Ian called out. The captain maneuvered his fingers across the conn panel and the ship began to change direction. As the ship made its change, Ian fired the four torpedos toward where the chasing Romulans should have been.
The viewscreen had been watching the Romulan ship and Ian saw as two of his four missiles hit the warbird. "It's a start," Ian thought to himself. "Mr. Franklin," Ian yelled to the OPS officer. "Status of the warbird's shields?"
The young officer looked at his screen and then back to Ian. "78 percent, sir. And just for the record, ours are at 70 percent."
"Thanks for the update, Mr. Franklin," Ian said with a curse under his breath. He was going to have to aim a lot better if he wanted to stop that warbird from chasing them any longer.
The ship was jolted again. The captain was maneuvering as best he could with the size of the ship he was flying, but the warbird was starting to gain speed.
The warbird fired again and the ship was rocked again. "Damage report!"
"There has been a hull breach in Main Engineering. Structural fields holding. Casualty report has not arrived yet. Shields at 60 percent and dropping."
"Bridge to Engineering," Ian said. "Rachel, is everyone okay?"
A male voice responded this time. "Lieutenant Reckard, here, sir. Commander Lagallien has been injured. She is being taken to sick bay now. We are still working on the warp drive, but with the hits that we are taking, it is harder for us to keep the systems together."
"Copy that, Lieutenant. Don't worry about the warp drive. Try to maintain shield integrity for a little while longer. I need them to stabilize."
"Aye sir," said the voice in the air,
Ian looked back down at his panel and noticed that the shields on the warbird were starting to fail as well. "Maybe we hit them harder than I thought," he said to himself. "Okay, captain. Here we go again." Ian checked the numbers and cross checked them again to make sure that he could get a solid hit this time. "Captain change course to 300 by 380."
The captain did as he was told once more. "You'd better have a good clean shot this time, Ian or I'll demote you."
Ian knew that the captain was trying to bring levity to the bridge in the time of crisis, so he helped along the joke. "Well, if I don't have a good shot, I think you should be demoted for your lack of piloting skills." Ian smiled and without being able to see the captain's face, knew that he was smiling too.
The ship began its maneuver and Ian lined up the warbird in the targeting reticle. Launching four more torpedos and a barrage of phasers, Ian could do nothing but pray.
As the torpedos hit the warbird's shields, small explosions could be seen against the hull. Ian looked over at Mr. Franklin for an accurate reading.
"Sir, the Romulan's shields have dropped to 20 percent and they have taken some hull damage." There was movement from the warbird. It began to turn around. "It appears to be retreating, sir." The OPS officer was about to give another report when one more torpedo was launched from the warbird before it cloaked. "Incoming torpedo!"
The captain began the evasive action, but the torpedo had been locked. The missile it the shields and rocked the ship. The captain was tossed from his chair and was knocked unconscious. Ian jumped to the lower level of the bridge from his station and pressed his comm badge. "Medical emergency on the bridge. The captain is wounded. Send a team as soon as possible."
Ian looked around at the bridge. It had several damaged areas and had small fires popping up in different places. Ian stood and made his way to the front of the bridge. "Mr. Franklin, is the warbird still out there?"
"I'm not sure, sir. It seems to have cloaked."
"We'll just have to hope for the best, then." Ian moved toward the captain's chair, turned around and faced the viewscreen.
"Computer, make a note in the log. Until further notice, I, Commander Ian McIntyre, am in command of this ship." The computer beeped its acknowledgment.
A medical team arrived and began to treat the captain as well as the conn officer. Ian sat down in the captain's chair and looked the OPS officer. "Mr. Franklin. I want crew members to search every deck of this ship looking for problems. Any kind of problem, I want it reported to you. Coordinate the repair efforts." He turned around to another officer. "Ensign Hardy, please take the conn." The ensign moved across the bridge and sat down in the empty chair. "Ensign. Set course for Starbase 1138. Maximum impulse. Engage."
"Bridge to Engineering. Lieutenant Reckard, now that we are no longer being shot at, I hope you can get the warp drive back online."
"Yes, sir. It should only take a couple of hours."
"Good. Inform me as soon as you have warp capabilities."
"Aye, sir. Reckard out."
Ian again looked at the bridge. There were only five people on it now, when normally there would be at least eight. Ian was worried about the loss of crew members. He didn't want to have to put the number of lives lost in his report. "Mr. Franklin," he started. "Please get a detailed report from all decks regarding casualties and losses." Ian stood up. He wanted to do something, but he chose to do nothing. He stepped toward the captain's ready room. "Mr. Franklin, you have the bridge. I will be in the captain's ready room. Please inform Starfleet of our situation and ask them to send an escort, if possible."
The young lieutenant stepped out from behind the OPS console and sat down in the captain's chair. The officer manning the science station moved over to OPS and continued to monitor the sensors.
Ian stepped into the captain's ready room and sat down in his chair. He opened a ship-wide channel to speak to the crew.
"Crew of the USS Archer. This is Commander Ian McIntyre. I wanted to let you all know that you did an amazing job and helped us survive an attack by a rogue Romulan warbird. Those of you that are injured, report to sick bay if possible. If you are unable, someone will come to you as soon as they can. Know that I am proud to be the First Officer aboard this ship and am just as proud to serve with this valiant crew. Though we are damaged and we have lost some lives, we will press on. Because that is what Starfleet does. We mourn the dead, but those who do not die, live on to carry their memory and to work toward a day when the violence will cease. That is all."
Monday, July 18, 2005
Another Fine Mess (From Star Wars: Tales From Across the Stars)
“Another Fine Mess”
By Nyja Asketi (PC)
Melina Asketi (SC)
The ship exploded and the Ulgar’s Fury sped through the wreckage. “That’s the last of them,” a voice shouted. “You can come down from the turret.”
A young lady appeared in the cockpit and sat in the pilot’s chair. The co-pilot, a second young woman began checking systems for damage.
“Well, that wasn’t so bad, was it, Melina?”
The co-pilot kept looking at her screens, but answered. “Not bad?” she retorted. “Have you seen the ship?” The girl pointed to the damaged areas, of which there were several. “It’s going to take a couple of weeks to fix this stuff. And as it is, you just ruined our chances with one of our best clients.”
Nyja Asketi, a proven smuggler and criminal for several years looked at her younger sister and weighed her response. “Well there was no way I was going to start giving him forty-five percent of my earnings just as a privilege of working for him.” The girl punched the console hard enough to hurt her hand. “Besides,” she started again. “There’s plenty of other suckers out there that we can get work with.”
Melina turned to look at her older sister and stared for a moment. “But did you have to toss the concussion grenade onto his table?”
Nyja laughed and though she didn’t want to, Melina began to laugh as well. “I thought it was a dud, I have several. It was only meant to scare him and change his mind.”
“He changed his mind alright,” Melina said. “Enough to send his fighters after us. I’m sure we have a bounty out on us by now.”
“There’s always one way to find out,” Nyja countered. “Set course for Tatooine. Best speed.”
“You’re lucky we even have hyperdrive capability,” Melina said as she began programming the navicomputer.
“And you’re lucky that we’re alive, the way you fly!”
Melina became offended and stopped her work. “The way I fly?” she shouted. “You should talk; you’re the one that taught me!” The girl went back to programming. “Besides, if you had just a little better aim. . .” she let her words trail off.
“That’s it!” yelled Nyja. She took her hands out and started to close her fingers into a fist. The other girl began to gasp for air. She was being strangled by the Force. Nyja knew what she was doing and Melina knew what she was getting into by getting into a shouting match with Nyja. Suddenly, Melina passed out. At this, Nyja became aware of what she had done. Her face snapped back into focus and she immediately moved to Melina’s side.
The girl was not moving and it didn’t seem as if she was breathing. Nyja reached down and began trying to breath life into her. “Come on, dammit!” she screamed in between breaths. “You can’t die! I’m not through being mad at you!”
The younger girl began to cough and Nyja turned her onto her side. Without saying anything else, Nyja cradled the girl in her arms. After a few minutes of silence, with the girl gaining her strength back, Nyja finally spoke, quietly. “I’m sorry, Mel,” Nyja whispered. “I don’t know my own strength. I just lost control and took it out on you.”
The girl sat up a little more on her own and looked at Nyja. “Don’t worry. But remember, you swore you would never kill again in anger. I’m going to do everything I can to keep you to that.” Melina moved forward to hug her sister and Nyja approached as well.
“I’m sorry again. And thank you for being so understanding.”
The two girls stood and returned to their seats in the cockpit. Melina started to re-calculate their trajectory to Tatooine. “The coordinates are set, Nyja.”
Nyja looked at her sister whose face was still gaining color. “Engage hyperdrive.” Melina pulled the hyperdrive throttle back and the ship disappeared into the stars.
By Nyja Asketi (PC)
Melina Asketi (SC)
The ship exploded and the Ulgar’s Fury sped through the wreckage. “That’s the last of them,” a voice shouted. “You can come down from the turret.”
A young lady appeared in the cockpit and sat in the pilot’s chair. The co-pilot, a second young woman began checking systems for damage.
“Well, that wasn’t so bad, was it, Melina?”
The co-pilot kept looking at her screens, but answered. “Not bad?” she retorted. “Have you seen the ship?” The girl pointed to the damaged areas, of which there were several. “It’s going to take a couple of weeks to fix this stuff. And as it is, you just ruined our chances with one of our best clients.”
Nyja Asketi, a proven smuggler and criminal for several years looked at her younger sister and weighed her response. “Well there was no way I was going to start giving him forty-five percent of my earnings just as a privilege of working for him.” The girl punched the console hard enough to hurt her hand. “Besides,” she started again. “There’s plenty of other suckers out there that we can get work with.”
Melina turned to look at her older sister and stared for a moment. “But did you have to toss the concussion grenade onto his table?”
Nyja laughed and though she didn’t want to, Melina began to laugh as well. “I thought it was a dud, I have several. It was only meant to scare him and change his mind.”
“He changed his mind alright,” Melina said. “Enough to send his fighters after us. I’m sure we have a bounty out on us by now.”
“There’s always one way to find out,” Nyja countered. “Set course for Tatooine. Best speed.”
“You’re lucky we even have hyperdrive capability,” Melina said as she began programming the navicomputer.
“And you’re lucky that we’re alive, the way you fly!”
Melina became offended and stopped her work. “The way I fly?” she shouted. “You should talk; you’re the one that taught me!” The girl went back to programming. “Besides, if you had just a little better aim. . .” she let her words trail off.
“That’s it!” yelled Nyja. She took her hands out and started to close her fingers into a fist. The other girl began to gasp for air. She was being strangled by the Force. Nyja knew what she was doing and Melina knew what she was getting into by getting into a shouting match with Nyja. Suddenly, Melina passed out. At this, Nyja became aware of what she had done. Her face snapped back into focus and she immediately moved to Melina’s side.
The girl was not moving and it didn’t seem as if she was breathing. Nyja reached down and began trying to breath life into her. “Come on, dammit!” she screamed in between breaths. “You can’t die! I’m not through being mad at you!”
The younger girl began to cough and Nyja turned her onto her side. Without saying anything else, Nyja cradled the girl in her arms. After a few minutes of silence, with the girl gaining her strength back, Nyja finally spoke, quietly. “I’m sorry, Mel,” Nyja whispered. “I don’t know my own strength. I just lost control and took it out on you.”
The girl sat up a little more on her own and looked at Nyja. “Don’t worry. But remember, you swore you would never kill again in anger. I’m going to do everything I can to keep you to that.” Melina moved forward to hug her sister and Nyja approached as well.
“I’m sorry again. And thank you for being so understanding.”
The two girls stood and returned to their seats in the cockpit. Melina started to re-calculate their trajectory to Tatooine. “The coordinates are set, Nyja.”
Nyja looked at her sister whose face was still gaining color. “Engage hyperdrive.” Melina pulled the hyperdrive throttle back and the ship disappeared into the stars.
"Introduction" (From Vampire Slayers - closed)
Charlie applied the fake tattoo and pulled the backing off. "There," she said, fanning it with her hand. "At least I got it in the right place this time."
The hotel room that Charlie had rented for the night was not much bigger than the twin bed that posed as any other type of furniture for the room also. Having just arrived in Lincoln Falls, Charlie didn't have a chance to go looking for an apartment.
Charlie stood and pulled up her pants so the tattoo could finish drying. She made two steps to the bathroom to wash her face and get ready for bed. As she finished, she thought she should make a list of things to do tomorrow.
She spoke out loud as she wrote because she was too scared of the silence the building contained. "One, find a place to live," she started. She then proceeded to scratch that out. "I suppose one should be find a job, then find a place to live." She started to write more things down, but then went back to the beginning. "No, you need to have a place to live before you can get a job." She looked at the piece of paper that had several scratches across it. She crumpled it up and started over. "One, find a place to live. Two, find a job. Three, find the bad guys. Four, kill some bad guys. Five, find someplace to eat."
Charlie thought for a moment and crumpled that piece of paper up also. "This is impossible," she whined. "I can't do this."
Charlie pulled her wallet out and retrieved her calling card. She began dialing numbers on the motel provided phone. After a few minutes, a person on the other end answered.
"I was wondering when you would call," the voice said.
"I'm sorry," Charlie started. "I thought I could do this myself, but I can't"
"Yes, you can, Charlie," he responded. "You are a great Slayer. You are very skilled and you have power that you can't even begin to imagine."
"Some Slayer I am. I don't even want to go looking. Besides, you said that there were several Slayers called to this place. Why did you send me?"
Arthur Searcy, Charlie's former Watcher, did not answer right away. Charlie prodded him again. "Charlie," he started slowly. "You are a Slayer. It is your destiny to follow evil and destroy it. If you choose not to, then that could cause an imbalance in the world."
"But what about the fact that there are already Slayers here? Doesn't that cause an imbalance?"
"Charlene Christine Grey!" he yelled. It caused Charlie to stop whining. "As your Watcher, I was notified of a distress in that area. I sent you there to aid other Slayers and Watchers that are already there because you have a gift. A gift that needs to be used for good. If you don't do anything, then we're all doomed, not just the town of Lincoln Falls."
Charlie didn't speak for a moment. "Fine. Tomorrow, I'll look for a place to live and a job. Know anyplace that needs an archeologist?"
"No, Charlie, I don't. But there is a mall there with several stores. I'm sure plenty of jobs would be available."
"Ooh, yippee," she said dryly. "That's why I went to college, to work in a mall. You know I'm not a people person. That's why I chose Archeology as a major. I wouldn't have to deal with many people."
"Charlie," Arthur said sternly. "Remember, you are there for a higher reason. Find a job to sustain yourself. Do your real job. Please."
"Thanks, Arthur. This means a lot that you would talk to me."
"Don't make it a habit. I'm not your Watcher anymore. I can give you moral support only so long. You have to find others to be your support system now."
"I'll see what I can do. Thanks, again. Good night."
"Good night, Charlie. Sleep well and good luck."
Charlie hung up the phone and turned off the light in her room. Though she was still in her regular clothes, she got into the bed and stared at the ceiling. "I can't do this," she said quietly, as she wiped a tear from her eye.
"Yes, you can," a voice responded inside her mind. It was the voice of her first Watcher, Dr. Dresdin. He had passed away before she started college and had always seemed to come to her when she needed him most. "You are strong and you can succeed."
Charlie fell asleep and waited for what the new day would bring her.
The hotel room that Charlie had rented for the night was not much bigger than the twin bed that posed as any other type of furniture for the room also. Having just arrived in Lincoln Falls, Charlie didn't have a chance to go looking for an apartment.
Charlie stood and pulled up her pants so the tattoo could finish drying. She made two steps to the bathroom to wash her face and get ready for bed. As she finished, she thought she should make a list of things to do tomorrow.
She spoke out loud as she wrote because she was too scared of the silence the building contained. "One, find a place to live," she started. She then proceeded to scratch that out. "I suppose one should be find a job, then find a place to live." She started to write more things down, but then went back to the beginning. "No, you need to have a place to live before you can get a job." She looked at the piece of paper that had several scratches across it. She crumpled it up and started over. "One, find a place to live. Two, find a job. Three, find the bad guys. Four, kill some bad guys. Five, find someplace to eat."
Charlie thought for a moment and crumpled that piece of paper up also. "This is impossible," she whined. "I can't do this."
Charlie pulled her wallet out and retrieved her calling card. She began dialing numbers on the motel provided phone. After a few minutes, a person on the other end answered.
"I was wondering when you would call," the voice said.
"I'm sorry," Charlie started. "I thought I could do this myself, but I can't"
"Yes, you can, Charlie," he responded. "You are a great Slayer. You are very skilled and you have power that you can't even begin to imagine."
"Some Slayer I am. I don't even want to go looking. Besides, you said that there were several Slayers called to this place. Why did you send me?"
Arthur Searcy, Charlie's former Watcher, did not answer right away. Charlie prodded him again. "Charlie," he started slowly. "You are a Slayer. It is your destiny to follow evil and destroy it. If you choose not to, then that could cause an imbalance in the world."
"But what about the fact that there are already Slayers here? Doesn't that cause an imbalance?"
"Charlene Christine Grey!" he yelled. It caused Charlie to stop whining. "As your Watcher, I was notified of a distress in that area. I sent you there to aid other Slayers and Watchers that are already there because you have a gift. A gift that needs to be used for good. If you don't do anything, then we're all doomed, not just the town of Lincoln Falls."
Charlie didn't speak for a moment. "Fine. Tomorrow, I'll look for a place to live and a job. Know anyplace that needs an archeologist?"
"No, Charlie, I don't. But there is a mall there with several stores. I'm sure plenty of jobs would be available."
"Ooh, yippee," she said dryly. "That's why I went to college, to work in a mall. You know I'm not a people person. That's why I chose Archeology as a major. I wouldn't have to deal with many people."
"Charlie," Arthur said sternly. "Remember, you are there for a higher reason. Find a job to sustain yourself. Do your real job. Please."
"Thanks, Arthur. This means a lot that you would talk to me."
"Don't make it a habit. I'm not your Watcher anymore. I can give you moral support only so long. You have to find others to be your support system now."
"I'll see what I can do. Thanks, again. Good night."
"Good night, Charlie. Sleep well and good luck."
Charlie hung up the phone and turned off the light in her room. Though she was still in her regular clothes, she got into the bed and stared at the ceiling. "I can't do this," she said quietly, as she wiped a tear from her eye.
"Yes, you can," a voice responded inside her mind. It was the voice of her first Watcher, Dr. Dresdin. He had passed away before she started college and had always seemed to come to her when she needed him most. "You are strong and you can succeed."
Charlie fell asleep and waited for what the new day would bring her.
Intro to this Blog
Ok - I know this is a little odd...but I never placed a commentary about this blog when I created it. I just went right ahead and started posting stories. Well, here it is: What you've all been waiting for! The explanation of the Blog!!!
Really, this blog is just a place for me to post some of my stories that I have written while being part of several PBEMs (Play By Email RPGs). I have had a lot of fun over the past few years getting to know a lot of people in the world just by writing with them.
Some of the posts come from current PBEMS that I am part of. Those will be linked on the left hand side to the main website, in case your interested. There will be some, however, that are from older PBEMS that I am no longer a part of. While I will still post these story entries, there will not be a corresponding link to them on the page. Sorry.
Well, I guess that's enough of an explanation. Feel free to write comments. I appreciate anything you have to offer.
Until then, remember:
We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams.
Really, this blog is just a place for me to post some of my stories that I have written while being part of several PBEMs (Play By Email RPGs). I have had a lot of fun over the past few years getting to know a lot of people in the world just by writing with them.
Some of the posts come from current PBEMS that I am part of. Those will be linked on the left hand side to the main website, in case your interested. There will be some, however, that are from older PBEMS that I am no longer a part of. While I will still post these story entries, there will not be a corresponding link to them on the page. Sorry.
Well, I guess that's enough of an explanation. Feel free to write comments. I appreciate anything you have to offer.
Until then, remember:
We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams.
"One Girl's Thoughts" (From X Men Awakenings)
"One Girl's Thoughts"
Day: 11.17.04
Time: 12:30
Location: Nat's Room, and Gymnasium, Academy X,
Atlanta GA
Natalie was feeling a little better since Markus had
healed her. She was still a little woozy, but
nonetheless was feeling better than she was a little
while ago. She had made it though the rest of the
CompleX along with the others looking for any more of
the drink that caused the problem to begin with.
As she was finished for the moment, she went back to
her room and sent her friend an email, warning her of
the dangers of the drink. ~If it was bad for mutants,
it could be worse for humans~ she thought.
Natalie took a moment to breathe and knew that she
needed to get some of her nervous energy out, so she
chose to go to the gym.
When she arrived, Natalie started on the treadmill and
started running. She was surprised that her body was
running well considering what had recently happened.
Her body was in fact running faster and she was not
losing stamina or breath.
Natalie ran for almost thirty minutes and was just
showing signs of slowing down. She slowed herself
down and stepped off the treadmill. She moved from
the treadmill to the weights and set them for 100
pounds. Natalie lay down and started to bench press
the 100 pounds 10 times. She repeated again, this
time doing 20 reps. Natalie stopped and started to
think about what had happened earlier in the day. Had
she been on the street and taken a drink of that
stuff, she probably would have died considering no one
out there would have known she was a mutant, even
Natalie herself. As she continued to lay on the
bench, a small tear started to fall from her left eye.
She wiped it away quickly so no one would see her
weakness. She was not weak, she told herself. She
was strong and stronger now because of her abilities.
Natalie stood up from the bench and headed into the
shower. As she rinsed herself off, she started to
think about the consequences that the drink could
cause to the public, both human and mutant. She
finished her shower and got dressed again, this time
moving with a purpose.
Natalie went back upstairs to the Residential Area and
started looking for the others. Her mind was racing.
She wanted to get rid of the people that caused this
harm to her. She wanted to get rid of them for good.
Natalie knew that she should talk to Travis about the
next course of action, but she didn't want to talk
about action. She wanted to perform action. She
wanted to find out who was behind the drink and make
them stop manufacturing the product.
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A Post by
Natalie Rice
Pissed off Mutant
Day: 11.17.04
Time: 12:30
Location: Nat's Room, and Gymnasium, Academy X,
Atlanta GA
Natalie was feeling a little better since Markus had
healed her. She was still a little woozy, but
nonetheless was feeling better than she was a little
while ago. She had made it though the rest of the
CompleX along with the others looking for any more of
the drink that caused the problem to begin with.
As she was finished for the moment, she went back to
her room and sent her friend an email, warning her of
the dangers of the drink. ~If it was bad for mutants,
it could be worse for humans~ she thought.
Natalie took a moment to breathe and knew that she
needed to get some of her nervous energy out, so she
chose to go to the gym.
When she arrived, Natalie started on the treadmill and
started running. She was surprised that her body was
running well considering what had recently happened.
Her body was in fact running faster and she was not
losing stamina or breath.
Natalie ran for almost thirty minutes and was just
showing signs of slowing down. She slowed herself
down and stepped off the treadmill. She moved from
the treadmill to the weights and set them for 100
pounds. Natalie lay down and started to bench press
the 100 pounds 10 times. She repeated again, this
time doing 20 reps. Natalie stopped and started to
think about what had happened earlier in the day. Had
she been on the street and taken a drink of that
stuff, she probably would have died considering no one
out there would have known she was a mutant, even
Natalie herself. As she continued to lay on the
bench, a small tear started to fall from her left eye.
She wiped it away quickly so no one would see her
weakness. She was not weak, she told herself. She
was strong and stronger now because of her abilities.
Natalie stood up from the bench and headed into the
shower. As she rinsed herself off, she started to
think about the consequences that the drink could
cause to the public, both human and mutant. She
finished her shower and got dressed again, this time
moving with a purpose.
Natalie went back upstairs to the Residential Area and
started looking for the others. Her mind was racing.
She wanted to get rid of the people that caused this
harm to her. She wanted to get rid of them for good.
Natalie knew that she should talk to Travis about the
next course of action, but she didn't want to talk
about action. She wanted to perform action. She
wanted to find out who was behind the drink and make
them stop manufacturing the product.
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A Post by
Natalie Rice
Pissed off Mutant
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