Yasha Cadera
Mom'alor
Starfire burst from my nose. Or at least the pain felt like starfire from my vantage point splayed out in the blackness of the Perenn Nebula. My eyebrows quiver, I wince and hiss as I move one finger at a time until I'm sure none of them are broken.
Can't say the same for my shoulder.
Can't say the same for my nose. That deep breath I sucked in my lungs in hopes of it being a good idea siphons through my respiratory system with the vehemence of an acid bath. I hack and cough, rolling over onto my less damaged shoulder to get the distinct sensation of falling. My scream is wiped out of my mouth with the painful burst of frigid air. I rocket backward, thrown up and to the side with a crumple of limbs and cracked ribs.
The wail bursting through my larynx gurgles as I roll off my broken shoulder and feel the pop, pop, pop of my ribs shunting back in place. Sucking in a quick succession of breaths, I push my fingers to my face and jerk them away just as fast.
Something did hit my face. I felt the texture of a deep and inglorious burn, as my shoulder shivers. "Nngh. . No. . not y-eeaaauuggh!" With a shudder, the bone snapped back in place. I curl my knees into my chest and sob.
Where's Bucket? Where are MASH and Stabs? Where did the droids go, where did I go?
Can't say the same for my shoulder.
Can't say the same for my nose. That deep breath I sucked in my lungs in hopes of it being a good idea siphons through my respiratory system with the vehemence of an acid bath. I hack and cough, rolling over onto my less damaged shoulder to get the distinct sensation of falling. My scream is wiped out of my mouth with the painful burst of frigid air. I rocket backward, thrown up and to the side with a crumple of limbs and cracked ribs.
The wail bursting through my larynx gurgles as I roll off my broken shoulder and feel the pop, pop, pop of my ribs shunting back in place. Sucking in a quick succession of breaths, I push my fingers to my face and jerk them away just as fast.
Something did hit my face. I felt the texture of a deep and inglorious burn, as my shoulder shivers. "Nngh. . No. . not y-eeaaauuggh!" With a shudder, the bone snapped back in place. I curl my knees into my chest and sob.
Where's Bucket? Where are MASH and Stabs? Where did the droids go, where did I go?