oo1 ↠ [holo | the Sanctuary] when the sun is drown in a deathly sea

[mylifeisjoy.livejournal.com]

The first thing that enters Gaila's mind is that it's too quiet. Silence buzzes in her ears, worsening her headache, and she groans as she curls loosely into the fetal position. Memories rush into her, and Gaila remembers panicked orders and cries of pain — there were flames, and the brightness of the Farragut's destruction blurred her vision; she can't remember the expression on anyone's face. She isn't sure she saw them.

For a moment, she wants to stay curled up and safe and forget the ambush, forget her injuries, forget her dead crew. Gaila knows better, though; that's giving up, that she could still be in danger; that knowledge twists her stomach, and fear chokes her momentarily.

So she raises her head and, slowly, pushes off the floor. She expects to feel pain in her arm, burns on her side, blood in her mouth — but nothing. She assumes she is just too numb and doesn't check her healed injuries; she thinks she knows what's there.

Gaila recognizes the room is not part of the Farragut. It's too dim, too bare, too clinical. She, quickly, takes note of the transporter and a tablet, sitting on a pedestal — just sitting there, as if it's meant for her. It's ridiculous, and she regards it as part of another trap. Still, she examines the tablet, flipping through modes and every window, no matter how unnecessary or pointless.

That's when she finds the map, with dots and names — familiar names. Commander Spock, Jim Kirk, Nyota Uhura. Relief rushes over Gaila; she's safe.

Quickly, Gaila returns to the holo mode and pauses. Her throat feels raw, and she realizes she isn't sure what to say, besides shouting "HELP ME." She knows one look at her screams that loud and clear, though: her usually tight bun is loose, and her unform is obviously battered — singed and bloody. The dark green color of her blood stands out vividly against her uniform.

Gathering herself, she takes a deep breath and finds her words. "This is Cadet Gaila. The distress call from Vulcan — " Gaila swallows, her expression darkening. "It was an ambush. The Farragut is destroyed... I, I think the rest of my crew is dead."

Gaila's lower lip trembles for a few seconds, sadness squashing her relief. She's silent a few moments; the proper dialogue for requesting assistance is on the tip of her tongue, but she can't bring herself to speak anymore. She regrets beginning her message with the ambush.

"I need help. Gaila, out."

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[ltnuhura.livejournal.com]

Uhura's been staring at the tablet for the past few minutes. Or hours. It doesn't really matter how long, or it wouldn't, except for the fact that Gaila is here. She's here and she needs help and Uhura can't do anything but stare.

A lump that feels like a mountain rises in her throat and her hands are the slightest bit unsteady as she finally reaches for the tablet and picks it up. She can't just keep staring, she can't leave her friend alone and hurt and afraid. But she doesn't think she can make it through this without crying. And once she starts crying, she knows she won't be able to stop.

She takes a few breaths, as if she's forcing the fear and guilt and sadness out of her voice. There's no room for too much emotion here. She won't be able to help if her heart overrules her head.

Still, her voice is wavery as she speaks.

"Gaila?"

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[mylifeisjoy.livejournal.com]

No matter how hard Uhura tries, Gaila can see see something is upsetting her; her head is too much of a mess to discern what exactly it is, but she's, also, selfish and wants help before figuring out what is wrong. Still, Gaila is equal parts worried and happy to see Uhura.

"Nyota!" Unlike her friend, Gaila is more willing to allow her emotions through — her eyes water slightly, and her smile is weak. "I'm so glad to see you. Are you okay?"

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[ltnuhura.livejournal.com]

Uhura just nods, forcing a quick, reassuring smile on her lips. "I'm fine. Don't worry."

She swallows again, hard, in an attempt to suppress the urge to cry. "You're...you're on Taxon. Another planet. You're safe."

God, you're alive.

"The room you're in right now is called the Sanctuary. You'll be able to walk outside after picking the tablet up. I...just wait there, okay? I'll come and get you and I can explain everything to you there."

She's afraid to turn off the tablet, though. Afraid that she's dreaming and that if she turns off the tablet, her friend will be gone.

"Keep talking, though. I'll keep it on. Are you...are you hurt?"

She couldn't miss the blood on her uniform.

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[hulk]

When Bruce looks over at the tablet (the voice had definitely sounded like it needed help, and he couldn't ignore that) he freezes. Then he immediately checks the calibrations and settings, and can't really believe when they turn out to be normal.

So by the time he actually says anything, it's the most obvious and tactless thing ever.

"...You're green." Gamma green, and not mindlessly raging. The surprise on his face is mixed with hope, because if this woman is like him, then maybe...

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[mylifeisjoy.livejournal.com]

Not quite what someone expects in reply to their message for help. Especially when that person is a mess of emotions.

So Gaila stares at moment, taken a back and unsure of what to say. "Um...yes." She doesn't regret not saying something better.

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[hulk]

He stares for a little bit longer, before shaking his head to snap himself out of it. Bruce ran a hand through his hair awkwardly.

"S-sorry, I just. I've never seen someone--" He almost says someone else, but catches himself in time. When he continues, he's tripping over himself to be of use.

"Uh. You said you needed help? Right? Is there anything I could, um. Do? To help?"

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[gating-across.livejournal.com]

The word "cadet" caught his attention. Another military rank was pulled into this place? Well, at least Taxon loved developing stupid patterns. Sheppard finally turned his attention from his laptop and to the tablet resting next to him. He smiled at the feed.

"Can't say I'm familiar with your ship, Cadet. What service are you under?"

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[mylifeisjoy.livejournal.com]

This confuses Gaila. How can someone — a Human someone, in particular — not recognize a Federation Starfleet uniform?

The smile is a little comforting, at least; she smiles back, friendly despite its weakness. "Starfleet." Gaila pauses. "I've never met someone unfamiliar with Starfleet."

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[gating-across.livejournal.com]

Starfleet. Starfleet. Oh, duh, Sheppard. Just look at her uniform. Despite the fact he felt pretty damn stupid he gave a nervous sort of gesture.

"My world doesn't have Starfleet. We're still using Earth military." He explained. "And, I know of Starfleet. Captain Kirk and a few of the crew members of the Enterprise are here."

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[faderbroderson]

Godric had seen any number of interesting creatures in his time, but never had he seen a woman quite like Gaila. Her leaf-colored skin and bright red hair (natural?) were very striking. He hesitated a while before speaking, but Gaila was something new in Godric's orbit, and that wasn't something he found easy to pass up.

"Miss? Are you injured?" Best to start with the basic social formalities. It did no good to strike up a conversation if the woman was bleeding out or distracted by pain.

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[mylifeisjoy.livejournal.com]

"I...was," Gaila starts. "I don't know anymore."

She is positive that sounds ridiculous, but none the less, Gaila is not afraid of being honest about how she feels. Especially when so disoriented.

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[faderbroderson]

"You should calm yourself and make sure. If you're injured, it's best to address it immediately." He spoke softly and evenly to help her calm. He would have been happy to tell her all about the strange place she'd found herself in, but it was best to do things in order of priority.

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...it is becoming a theme, Petra notes, that this foolish contraption draws her attention to young women in some form of distress. Gaila herself is like no one that she's ever seen before, but - somehow she isn't the strangest thing here, and Petra steels herself to push past her shock at her appearance. It certainly wouldn't help.

"Cadet Gaila," she says, carefully, "is someone coming to help you?"

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[mylifeisjoy.livejournal.com]

"Yes, ma'am," she responds. Gaila, normally, isn't so polite, but the title is automatic when she is addressed by her rank. There's a pause before she continues, with a small smile. "Thank you."

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"So long as someone is," Petra says, satisfied. "And you'll be seen by a physician, I hope?"

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[tiberiuskirk.livejournal.com]

Perhaps the last person Jim Kirk ever expected to see in Taxon was the green-skinned woman whose holo he was all but gaping at from the bridge of the Enterprise. He'd been standing when he first discovered it, having been thumbing through the entries to see if there was anything interesting or worth his attention that stood out, but had to maneuver himself over to his chair to fall into it to prevent himself from collapsing to the floor when his knees started to feel as if they were about to give way. This was something he'd moved past, had dealt with already, and now it was all flooding back.

When the Enterprise had arrived at Vulcan to find mere pieces of the ships who'd gotten their first floating in orbit, he hadn't thought much of it. His mind had been too focused on the Romulan ship responsible for his father's death and being right about the situation that he'd proposed to Captain Pike to think about anything else. It hadn't been until the whole ordeal was done and over with that it hit him what all that debris meant: Dead Cadets. Dead friends, dead faces of people he knew personally and just in passing. It'd hurt to know that if he'd been awake to hear the start of Chekov's message or hadn't pissed off the Academy board by cheating on the Maru test to get himself banned from a ship in the first place, that he could've figured out what was going on ahead of time and maybe saved more than just the Enterprise.

Gaila had been one of those Cadets and she stood out in his mind as the personification of the lives that were lost during the attack on the now-destroyed planet, because Gaila had been someone who he'd known well and intimately. He hadn't loved her, there hadn't been anything like what he felt for Buffy with Gaila, but she was a friend and he didn't have too many people he could honestly call that. Seeing her alive both relieved and angered him; and for her sake, he hoped that Taxon would keep her here, for it was better that she was here than back on the wreckage of the fallen Farragut where she would meet her death.

Collecting himself and calming his expression, he finally turned his end of the feed on. "Gaila."

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[mylifeisjoy.livejournal.com]

Another familiar face!

Gaila breaks into a smile; unlike than the watery and weak smile she gave Uhura, it's strong and geniunely happy. Close friends are a relief to see right now, and her nerves are calmer, despite how disoriented she still is.

"Jim!" Her smile fades slightly. Jim Kirk is the last person she expected to look so serious; she brushes it off as concern and maybe his natural leadership in the face of her need for help.

"I'm so glad to see you."

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[tiberiuskirk.livejournal.com]

Joy was something he should, perhaps, be expressing. After all, a friend who had died was alive here in Taxon. It was something that should bring a smile to his face, but he was afraid if he did anything but keep up that serious front, he'd end up expressing something that gave away what happened to her. Maybe she knew that should've happened? Gaila wasn't stupid, after all, but he didn't want to give that away just yet. She should be told, he knew that much, but not now. That could be done later, once everyone had calmed down from this.

"Probably not as glad as I am to see you."

He wondered, idly, how Uhura was handling seeing her. If there was anyone who was closer to Gaila than he was, it was the woman who'd been the Orion's roommate. He'd have to check in on her after this.

[childoftwo.livejournal.com]

Although several months had passed since Nero's attack on Vulcan, and although Spock was now familiar with both the concept of parallel worlds and the concept of time travel, he had not anticipated Cadet Gaila’s arrival. He had not anticipated such a stark reminder of the death and destruction the renegade Romulan had caused.

Though it would have been inaccurate to say that he had mourned her death – he had been raised as a Vulcan, and Vulcans did not mourn – Spock had been affected by it, as he had been affected by each and every death Nero had orchestrated in cold blood.

There had been no time to dwell on the fate of individuals at the time. Such actions had waited until after the destruction of the Narada, when the dead were given the honours that Starfleet considered customary. He had noted Cadet Gaila’s name on the lists. He had noted it and he had left it at that, because that was the only logical thing he could do. Looking backwards would only cause an emotional response that he could not afford.

"Cadet Gaila," said Spock, as calm and controlled as one would have expected, "The distress call from Vulcan has been responded to. It is no longer a matter of concern. Are you unharmed?"

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[mylifeisjoy.livejournal.com]

No matter how many times Gaila interacts with a Vulcan — full or half, she will always be uncomfortable with their utter calm and seriousness.

Even now, she's visibly taken aback by the matter of fact attitude towards the attack on Vulcan. People are dead; to her, it is still a serious concern. But she realizes, too, it's different to her because it's only been hours at most since the attack.

Still, Gaila knows better than to argue with him and simply looks disagreeable for a moment before nodding. "Yes." Pause. "As far as I can tell, at least."

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[childoftwo.livejournal.com]

OOC: Oops? Sorry!

The expression that flickered briefly across Gaila's features was not ignored by Spock, simply disregarded as something unimportant. She was in a difficult situation and likely to be experiencing a number of tumultuous emotions. It would be unfair of him to judge her for that.

"If you require medical attention, I will contact Doctor McCoy. You will be able to use your tablet to locate the relevant section of the Enterprise. A number of sections of the ship have been replicated in Taxon."

He had not yet determined how they had been replicated with such precision, but he would.

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[biverbam.livejournal.com]

River almost makes a comment on the green skin. Almost.

"Damn the torpedoes," she says with her head tilting to the side slightly. "Death isn't here."

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[mylifeisjoy.livejournal.com]

"Wha — well, I guess not."

It makes sense, somehow. But it doesn't make Gaila any less confused.

[visual] hope I'm not too late!

[notsawbones.livejournal.com]

McCoy barely knew the green-skinned girl calling for help, but the familiar names she uttered out loud did catch his attention: Farragut being one of the ships being called out during the flurry of activity while he dragged his vaccine-inebriated best friend around. And he remembered being present on the bridge when the Enterprise tried to navigate through the carnage the Narada had dealt on the fleet of Starships that had gone to the aid of the planet Vulcan before them.

Jim and Uhura had taken it hard. Then Spock after the planet had imploded. The latter had nothing to do with this situation however, but it seemed it was just one thing after another in this damn place.

"Cadet."

[visual] not at all, bb!

[mylifeisjoy.livejournal.com]

Oh, just wait until Gaila finds out she died in the ambush. Then, McCoy will have a serious headache about everything in Taxon.

Gaila pauses, as she stares at the tablet; for a brief moment, his name escapes her, even though she is somewhat familiar with him. A close friend of Jim's she hardly met before now. "Dr. McCoy."