((Moss Fields, Gateside Dimension))
Thea had dust on her boots. Dust that came from a dimension entirely separate from her own; the one in which she had been born, to which her entire line, all the way back to the animals that first crawled out of the oceans, belonged to. Where natural law made sense, and the landscape didn’t completely rearrange itself while one wasn’t looking.
It was hard to wrap her mind around how something as achingly mundane as dusty boots could also belong to a fact that lived on the far borders of imagination and science.
Kairis: Probably for the best that this wasn’t in any of the recruitment advertisements.
Sevo / zh’Tisav: Response
Ahead of them, hills rolled toward the horizon, carpeted in a dense, crimson moss. Rocks and boulders the colour of dull wine erupted in patches, creating tiny deserts in the alien flora. Vines dug into the ground and then emerged a few paces later, like some kind of sea creature breaching the water. Above their heads, a sunless, starless scarlet churn, never the same from one moment to the next. High enough to call it a sky, yet the word seemed wholly incorrect.
Nothing felt right. Everything looked wrong. Even light was simply there, with nothing to cast it. The lack of proper shadows made everything seem unreal, as though she were standing in the unfinished drawings of a crazed artist.
It was also hard not to be at least a little bit afraid that she might never see her home again.
Kairis: Comms still aren’t working. ::She shook her head, dropping her hand from her combadge and what would be the last attempt for a while.:: That’ll be something else we’ll have to fix, otherwise everyone else will stay lost.
Sevo / zh’Tisav: Response
Kairis: I suppose the first step is finding the way back to the gate ourselves. Once we can do that, we can find a way to... I don’t know. ::She sighed.:: Signpost it? Anchor it, somehow?
Sevo / zh’Tisav: Response
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Engineer (Damage Control)
USS Gorkon
simmed by
Commanding Officer
USS Gorkon
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