08-16-2025, 07:15 AM
Kal-Geal had set aside his plasma extinguisher, now that the investigation team had arrived, and was on his way back when the ship lurched, and he found himself in the body of a Caitian medic, crouched over a fallen crewman. He was startled, not just by the change of body, but by the change of activity as well. And in that moment, his tricorder beeped that the patient had expired from massive hemorrhaging. There was little time for anything, except to tag them for the morgue if they got out of here alive.
At that point, he noticed he was a long-haired Caitian, perhaps some kind of Kzinti genetics gave him that, or just weird genes, but it felt like his fur, but there was something very wrong. Speed instead of strength, flexibility instead of endurance. And so, Kal-Geal picked up his tricorder and sprinted down the hallway towards sickbay, hoping someone else could get to the bottom of this very wrong state of affairs. Times like these, he wished he was back at the academy. At least that was predictable compared to time running sideways.
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At that point, he noticed he was a long-haired Caitian, perhaps some kind of Kzinti genetics gave him that, or just weird genes, but it felt like his fur, but there was something very wrong. Speed instead of strength, flexibility instead of endurance. And so, Kal-Geal picked up his tricorder and sprinted down the hallway towards sickbay, hoping someone else could get to the bottom of this very wrong state of affairs. Times like these, he wished he was back at the academy. At least that was predictable compared to time running sideways.
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