Not far at all

Posted on Sun Jul 7th, 2019 @ 3:24am by Commodore Phoenix Lalor-Richardson
Edited on on Sun Apr 10th, 2022 @ 4:06pm

Mission: Episode 1: Hell is a four letter word
Location: Romulan Prision
Timeline: MD12 - exact time unknown
253 words - 0.5 OF Standard Post Measure

Phoenix didn't get far. And after a fight with a dumb guard, which she won, she had been recaptured by someone shooting her in the back. When she woke she was bleeding from various wounds and she was shackled to a cold stone slab. She was in a box, that much she could tell. Above her was a grate. Light, dim as it was came through the grate. Her ears picked up something else. Water. Steady running water.

"Yes that is water. It is slowly filling the large room outside your cell Captain" the voice was unfamiliar. "You are sentenced to death for killing a romulan citizen. You will stay there, chained to the table, and eventually the water will fill this room, then fill that cell, and you will drown."

Then there was silence. It stretched for a while, the sound of water slowly pouring in around her filling her ears. Then the voice spoke again. "Oh look, people have come to free you. Guess they will be too late to find you."

Then the light was extinguished and darkness enveloped her. Phoenix closed her eyes and bit her lip. This... was... it. "Aenil'it cheb- mui faer in cín" She whispered in her native tongue. "Miran, Thiramen. " She breathed their names "Lissenen ar' maska'lalaith tenna' lye omentuva. Namaarie"


OOC:

Aenil'it cheb- mui faer in cín -Goddesses keep my soul in your care
Lissenen ar' maska'lalaith tenna' lye omentuva - Sweet water and light laughter till next we meet
Namaarie -Farewell