Now What? Kat & Gabriel
@pi-beta-six liked for a Starter
He could feel the vibration of heavy boots on the deck more than he could Kat’s breathing. She was almost gone, and Gabriel was torn between being annoyed with himself for staying at her side and proud that he’d edged toward the better person column. But then again, alone with only a knife, and a few mostly empty disruptors, there wasn’t much he could do. Nope this time, Captain Gabriel Lorca was going to die, and he figured he might as well do it along side his friend. Friend, when did that happen?
Before he could figure that out, he felt the oh so familiar tingle of a Federation transporter dancing over his skin. Tightening his grip on the blade and her hand, he winked at the troupe of Klingons that came thundering through the door too late to stop them. He’d’ve flipped them off, but his hands were full, and he figured they’d be able to read the message in the blood of their fallen comrades.
“Beam her straight to sickbay!” he barked as soon as they solidified on the transporter pad. “Don’t think or talk to me, just do it now!”
“Yes sir,” the young officer at the controls said as he initiated the emergency intra-ship transport. It wasn’t done often just in strict emergencies, which this certainly was, so he didn’t argue.
“Bridge, get us the hell out of here!” He said, slamming his hand on the comm unit next to the door. “I’ll be in sickbay.” Lorca limped the entire way there, ignoring anyone who tried to fuss after him. He didn’t have time for that. Katrina knew the truth about him.
What the hell was I thinking?
Continued from this thread.