03-03-2025, 05:06 PM
== Bridge ==
== Captain Cass Givens ==
If Cass had less concerns, she might have marveled at the fluidity of time as it had charged forward in the seconds after her decision and then, ground to a halt again as the Klingon used her rifle as a lever to pull and nearly lift her off the ground. Her finger had found the back of the trigger well as the Klingon had performed its maneuver and she wasn't certain if her shot had landed or not.
Regardless, she had little time to consider that as time sped back up in coordination with her somehow being dumped to the ground, the Klingon falling on top of her a moment later. Her brain barely registered her own impact with the console and the blinding pain before the Klingon added to it.
His much larger size pinned her to the deck, his armour painfully digging into her, but his jerking and frantic movements forced Cass to consider her options. She could feel a familiar sensation of warmth spreading across her torso but whether it was his blood or hers was anyone's guess. If it was hers, she was likely already dead in the long run but if she let him get hold of his knife again, she would most certainly be a new arrival to some afterlife.
Her boot managed to find the edge of the blade and kicked hard, the sound of it scraping across the desk providing her a little satisfaction before she began the more difficult process of truly saving herself. It wasn't lost on her that her opponent's movements had ceased and his body had become lax, though whether that was the drugs, an injury or death she didn't know.
She took a deep breath, trying to ignore the smell of blood and sweat, as she centered herself. She could hear movement beyond her little bubble but it didn't seem to come any closer. It truly seemed to be on her to right herself.
The blood, which looked too pink to be hers, was slick as she tried to wrap her leg around the inside of his for leverage. She forced her seized right hand to let go of her pistol to grab the Klingon's opposing shoulder and she rolled, using her hips and shoulder to leverage the Klingon off and over.
For a second, she laid there, the throbbing of her shoulder matching the beating of her heart after hearing the much heavier body off of her. Now that she could see, she realized it was definitely his blood as his arm lay in a puddle to their left, though she suspected there was some of hers mixed in from hitting her head and scratches from his armor.
With a groan, she pulled herself up, her left arm hanging rather limply as she moved. She collected her pistol and holstered it after a quick scan of the room. She left her rifle hanging.
"Status?" She called out, her voice sounding winded from the wind being knocked out of her.
Her feet carried her towards the nearest downed officer, Pearson she thought. She made an attempt to wipe the blood on her pants before reaching to check his pulse, even as her dark eyes shifted to where Svenson was standing over a collapsed beam that hasn't been collapsed earlier. She had a sinking suspicion that was where her shot might have gone as she was pretty certain she hadnt cleaved the Klingon's arm off and she hadn't seen any other wounds on him.
However, she didn't have time to consider that as she focused on Pearson's signs of life.
== Oh Glorious GM: How messed up is Cass' shoulder? Does Pearson have a pulse? Or other noticeable injuries? ==
== Captain Cass Givens ==
If Cass had less concerns, she might have marveled at the fluidity of time as it had charged forward in the seconds after her decision and then, ground to a halt again as the Klingon used her rifle as a lever to pull and nearly lift her off the ground. Her finger had found the back of the trigger well as the Klingon had performed its maneuver and she wasn't certain if her shot had landed or not.
Regardless, she had little time to consider that as time sped back up in coordination with her somehow being dumped to the ground, the Klingon falling on top of her a moment later. Her brain barely registered her own impact with the console and the blinding pain before the Klingon added to it.
His much larger size pinned her to the deck, his armour painfully digging into her, but his jerking and frantic movements forced Cass to consider her options. She could feel a familiar sensation of warmth spreading across her torso but whether it was his blood or hers was anyone's guess. If it was hers, she was likely already dead in the long run but if she let him get hold of his knife again, she would most certainly be a new arrival to some afterlife.
Her boot managed to find the edge of the blade and kicked hard, the sound of it scraping across the desk providing her a little satisfaction before she began the more difficult process of truly saving herself. It wasn't lost on her that her opponent's movements had ceased and his body had become lax, though whether that was the drugs, an injury or death she didn't know.
She took a deep breath, trying to ignore the smell of blood and sweat, as she centered herself. She could hear movement beyond her little bubble but it didn't seem to come any closer. It truly seemed to be on her to right herself.
The blood, which looked too pink to be hers, was slick as she tried to wrap her leg around the inside of his for leverage. She forced her seized right hand to let go of her pistol to grab the Klingon's opposing shoulder and she rolled, using her hips and shoulder to leverage the Klingon off and over.
For a second, she laid there, the throbbing of her shoulder matching the beating of her heart after hearing the much heavier body off of her. Now that she could see, she realized it was definitely his blood as his arm lay in a puddle to their left, though she suspected there was some of hers mixed in from hitting her head and scratches from his armor.
With a groan, she pulled herself up, her left arm hanging rather limply as she moved. She collected her pistol and holstered it after a quick scan of the room. She left her rifle hanging.
"Status?" She called out, her voice sounding winded from the wind being knocked out of her.
Her feet carried her towards the nearest downed officer, Pearson she thought. She made an attempt to wipe the blood on her pants before reaching to check his pulse, even as her dark eyes shifted to where Svenson was standing over a collapsed beam that hasn't been collapsed earlier. She had a sinking suspicion that was where her shot might have gone as she was pretty certain she hadnt cleaved the Klingon's arm off and she hadn't seen any other wounds on him.
However, she didn't have time to consider that as she focused on Pearson's signs of life.
== Oh Glorious GM: How messed up is Cass' shoulder? Does Pearson have a pulse? Or other noticeable injuries? ==