[USS Falcon] Healing and KNowing - R.T.B.
1LT Elisa Kurowsa
Location: Runabout, Docking with Falcon
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Tag: Any Aboard
Elisa retrieved her helmet and settled against a handy bulkhead, feet braced as the inertial dampeners struggled to keep the occupants from being thrown around as the craft boosted clear of the atmosphere and enemy anti-aircraft fire.
Soon they would be in Falcon's protective umbrella and (relative) safety.
A familiar Marine dropped to the deck beside her. "Are we having fun yet, L.T.?"
"Mr. Roberts, if I wasn't so damn exhausted I'd write you up for that remark."
The Seargent laughed before removing his own helmet and taking a swig from his canteen. "You're alive. Gotta give credit for that one."
"True..."
"And its not like the three days spent on Casolia IV. Unlike that certian Major whats-his-name... "
Elisa busted out laughing, recalling their interim Battalion Commander during that operation. Sucker, in a bid to counter-attack the enemy, charged through a bush and walked straight off a cliff.
"Damn... that was... damn... "
"You were a newly-minted Second."
"And you a spit-and-polish Lance. I feel like I just walked onto the Dropship after that Op." She sighed and glanced around the cargo bay of the Runabout, at the rescued hostages, at the Klingon survivors, and the Marines that pulled their tails out of the fire this time. "Man... everybody looks like that."
The Seargent nodded. "Its why I mentioned it."
"We got lucky..." Elisa muttered as she felt the shudder of the Landing Tractor Beam latch onto the Runabout. "Damn Lucky..."
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