08-03-2025, 02:35 PM
Before the pair even had a chance to begin their plan, several things happened almost at once.
The room seemed to flicker. The lighting and atmosphere changed, brief bursts of alert klaxons sounded staccato as if they were happening in another room, and someone was opening and closing a door to let the sound travel in starts.
Then there was a sound like a hammer striking the hull. The unmistakeable sound and feel of a phaser strike somewhere. The force threw the pair to the ground despite Papaver's attempts to keep on her feet this time.
Not again... She thought in fright as she again was thrown about the ship like a rag-doll. Luckily this time, she was within grabbing distance of the large CMO, and prayed he'd be a soft landing Which he seemed to be.
Dazed, it took her a hot minute to reorientate herself and scramble unharmed to her feet, but oddly she felt about twenty pounds heavier.
The she saw the Bolian officer in an old skool uniform that she'd landed on.
“Who are you?” She asked. Looking at the stranger who was wearing a medical collar with lieutenants pips.
The voice wasn't hers. “What the?” she began in confusion bringing her hands up to her throat. “What is this?” Her hands now exploring her face. She found cranial ridges. That wasn't right.
Her analytical brain tried to kick in as her flighty side proposed a complete meltdown.
She turned to look for a reflective surface. What she saw made her draw in a sharp breath. Tanned skin. Wild hair and wilder eyebrows. “I'm Klingon?” She growled with her new guttural lilt. “But I'm still me? How did...?”
The she turned back to face the Bolian making a logical assumption. “Doctor Cassidy. Is, that you?”
== Tag Blue Man Soloist... ==
The room seemed to flicker. The lighting and atmosphere changed, brief bursts of alert klaxons sounded staccato as if they were happening in another room, and someone was opening and closing a door to let the sound travel in starts.
Then there was a sound like a hammer striking the hull. The unmistakeable sound and feel of a phaser strike somewhere. The force threw the pair to the ground despite Papaver's attempts to keep on her feet this time.
Not again... She thought in fright as she again was thrown about the ship like a rag-doll. Luckily this time, she was within grabbing distance of the large CMO, and prayed he'd be a soft landing Which he seemed to be.
Dazed, it took her a hot minute to reorientate herself and scramble unharmed to her feet, but oddly she felt about twenty pounds heavier.
The she saw the Bolian officer in an old skool uniform that she'd landed on.
“Who are you?” She asked. Looking at the stranger who was wearing a medical collar with lieutenants pips.
The voice wasn't hers. “What the?” she began in confusion bringing her hands up to her throat. “What is this?” Her hands now exploring her face. She found cranial ridges. That wasn't right.
Her analytical brain tried to kick in as her flighty side proposed a complete meltdown.
She turned to look for a reflective surface. What she saw made her draw in a sharp breath. Tanned skin. Wild hair and wilder eyebrows. “I'm Klingon?” She growled with her new guttural lilt. “But I'm still me? How did...?”
The she turned back to face the Bolian making a logical assumption. “Doctor Cassidy. Is, that you?”
== Tag Blue Man Soloist... ==