One day, while bones is down on an away mission- most likely a colonized planet that has more or less been wiped out- his communicator stops working. Split off from the rest of the group, he’s lost with only his vague sense of direction to guide him. When he sits down on a rock or something to catch his breath, he hears a strange clicking coming from a nearby body of water. It’s a submerged cave by the looks of it, big enough to lead to the ocean. Whatever’s in there is clearly looking at him, giving a rhythmic series of clicks.
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*Doctor McCoy looks a little bit like shit. His uniform is dirty, with actual dirt instead of blood for once. He keeps his head on a swivel, single eye flicking around ceaselessly. He stalks along mindful of making noise, and keeping an ear out to hear anyone or anything else. Hes sweating as he goes, not just from the humid air.
He eventually sits down on a sturdy looking rock formation to catch his breath. Its a pretty nice area, a pearly white sandy beach with a calm ocean. The surrounding alien brush thins around the edge, giving Bones a fair look out. In different circumstances it would be nice for shore leave. Not that bones often takes shore leave.
He double checks his belongings, and triple checks his communicator. He considers fiddling with the comm but it's not what hes best at, and he can't risk fully breaking it. He lets out a long shaky sigh as he works on some sort of plan.*
*he stiffens at the noise, head whipping to the side as the mauled left side of his face had been twards the area the noise came from. He slowly grabs his tricorder and points it twards the spot the noise came from. He shifts his weight onto the balls of his feet, just in case...*
