In the End

Posted Jan. 12, 2021, 7:15 p.m. by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) (Jennifer Ward)

OOC: This happens after she releases Hampton/stops attacking him/etc. I had to write this, but I don’t feel it needs to be in the actual sim. I’m not sure how or if it would even effect the events moving forward (if so decided) but it is a reaction to the events as they are happening.
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Raauhl felt the odd sensation of being shot, an odd warmth bled through his body before a staggering pain, he’d been shot before of course in multiple lifetimes but this one felt different. He hadn’t felt the fall to the ground, the phaser burning the flesh but blood still smeared where he laid, kill. The phaser was on kill. His vision what was already blinded turned to grey, it hollowing to a pinpoint until there was nothing. Raauhl laid face down on the floor, blood pooling, the smell of burned flesh and synthetic cotton surrounded him, not dead but critical.

Her mind released Hampton, reaching out, feeling for the only one in the room that mattered to her. It was flickering and fading, and if her own body, the life fading from it, could have managed it, a scream of denial would have escaped her lips. With more finesse and delicacy than she knew she was capable of she connected her mind to his. Ryder, you have to fight, you have to hang on. Listen to me, don’t let go. I know it hurts, it’s torture, the pain, but it just means you’re still alive. Her mind and body too weak to really put any force behind her words. You told me we were worth it, then fight for us, Ryder. I love you, I’m not letting go, I’m right here. She whispered into his mind, anything to keep him focused on her. In her muddled mind, confused as her own body’s functions faded, nonsense things interspersed with the intimate things she whispered to him. Do you remember....? and she whispered to him, only things between them: secrets, confidences, moments, dreams, and plans. Do not let Hampton win. You swore you’d be on this ship long after him. Fight damn you! She goaded him, she pleaded, and at times not even sure she wasn’t whispering to nothing at all in the void of death. Physically she could not reach him, her body too far gone from the damage to her brain, and only getting worse the longer she tried to reach him.

Fenrir turned to see the other two officer, his visual sensors quickly scanning them and determining them as friendly, kicking his audio patterns, “Lt Cmdr Raauhl, life signs critical” He then bounded into the room, stopping at the downed officer’s side. When Fenrir was assembled for this mission, his medical protocols had not been installed, it was meant to be a recon mission nothing more. He let out an almost whimpering grown, “Life sign hasq ceased, date, time and location logged.”
- A flatlining Lt Cmdr Raauhl, XO
- Fenrir K-9 unit.

She felt him falter and weaken, NO! I love you. You can’t let go, just a little longer. Vaguely she heard Fenrir and she felt her own resolve falter, he wasn’t dead, he couldn’t be. Someone has tampered with Fenrir again, his scanners are wrong. You’re still here. Hold on, stay with me, Ryder. We’re both dying, we have to fight. This is not time for your beauty sleep, old man. You are worth it, we are worth it, I’m not giving up yet, and neither are you. She kept whispering, the pain and disorientation making her thoughts almost slurred, but she wouldn’t let go. She talked to him, reminding him of that fateful sparring session to breaking into his quarters every night. She threatened, pulling on that hotheadedness he secretly liked so much, You are the only thing in my life worth fighting for, if you let go, then so do I. You said we fight together, that’s how these things work. Or are you admitting I’m the better fighter? And she appealed to his higher sense of purpose, If not for me then for Raauhl. There is no one to take him, only you, isn’t that a Trill’s most important calling, the life of the symbiote. Fight for him if not for us. For all her skill, talent, psychic power, she couldn’t make him live. She could kill with a thought, but she couldn’t give life. The sorrow and grief, overwhelming, Please don’t go. And then the last of her own strength was gone and this time she looked on death with regret.

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