Ensign Is'Kah - That hurt!
kaitlynkalor
OOC – All thoughts and feelings belong to the character. Actions against another is with consent.
((Engineering, Deck 14, Primary Hull, USS Chin’toka))
Is’Kah: Can you please trust me, Commander? The Lieutenant’s breaking free gave me an idea.
oO This better work, or else I’ll never earn trust back. Oo
Before returning to her feet, Is’Kah gave the Borg crew a feral grin. Her fangs hang below her lower lip, and her lower jaw and neck are covered in the other’s green blood. Her eyes narrowed into a death glare, her anger tinting her voice.
Is’Kah: T’Ama, you’re stronger than this. Fight them, or I will keep biting you until morale improves.
Ilsam: ::firmly to Is’Kah:: You will refrain from biting anyone, Ensign. Is that clear?
Is’Kah: Yes, Sir.
Three of Twelve (T’Ama): Resistance is futile.
The Trican came to her feet, backing away from the Borg. She knew there wasn’t much space behind her, but she had to try something.
oO Why did I think that would work? Wait, I know what to do. Oo
Is’Kah: How do you think Quentin will feel if he finds out he lost you for a second time? You nearly broke him the first time he was a dork. If you let yourself be taken by the Borg, you’ll wreck him, and I don’t think he’ll recover from it this time. Fight the Borg T’Ama, if not for yourself, for him.
She felt a thrill rush through her chest when Borg T’Ama paused her shamble, speaking without the Borg.
T’Ama: ::angrily:: He is always a dork.
Is’Kah: If you stay a Borg, I’ll have to whisk Quentin off his feet and run away with him. If you’d like that, then do nothing. Fight for him if you don’t want me to steal him away because I will tell him I love him. Is that something you want me to do?
She barely had time to brace herself when her face was slapped into the next week. Is’Kah spun halfway around as stars flashed in her eyes, fighting to stay conscious. Her hand came up and wiggled her jaw. The moment she touched it, pain shot through her jawbone. Pushing through it, she felt it go into place, but pain shot up the side of her face from a pinch of flesh between joints. A couple of her teeth on the impact site screamed from being fractured. Trying to turn back to T’Ama, she stumbled a little, almost falling over.
oO That hurt! I expected something, but not that fragging hard. Wait, did she dislocate my jaw? She did! How dare she?! Then again, I asked for it. Oo
She finally managed to turn to face T’Ama, only to find her in Ilsam’s arms. She froze, trying to look alert for him, not that she was very successful.
Ilsam: Lieutenant Stapledon will need someone to check on her and assess her injuries. Consider this a direct order from a superior officer. When you have assessed her condition, contact Sickbay to arrange for her transport there.
Is’Kah: ::Slurring:: Yes, sir
The Trican stumbled to Stapledon, her brain barely functioning. She tried to look over the wounded officer, but she could barely collect her thoughts through her concussion and the pain that the other officer was loudly letting everyone know about.
oO Okay, she’s hurt. Knee? Yes, that is her knee. Why can’t I focus? What is that smell? Burnt hair and blood. Wait, no. I’m focusing on this officer. Blue shirt, science, or medical? Doesn’t matter. Uniforms are out of date. Is that, no, focus. Do a nerve pinch or something. Oo
After nerve-pinching the officer, a shaky hand tapped her comm badge before speaking in a drunken slur.
Is’Kah: =/\= Two to beam to sickbay. =/\=
oO Does the transporter kill you and make a clone of you in a new location? Oo
Engineering faded, sending them to Sickbay.
[End Scene for Is’Kah]
Tags/TBC
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Ensign Is'Kah Xiron
Engineering
USS Chin’toka
R240101I14
Pronouns: She/Her (Player and Character)