Jan. 19th, 2014

doctor_lawson: (exhausted)
Deb hadn't expected the Away Mission to go this south, this quickly. Though to be fair she didn't think this was something anyone could have predicted. Some of the groups of Romulan exiles had been easy enough to talk to, and her presence alone allowed them to make progress.

This...

This was not one of those groups. The entire thing had been a trap, and with the EM interference they were running phasers didn't work and they couldn't beam out. And honestly, Deb thought as she ripped the sword out of the hand of the man in front of her and skewered him with it, Even if they could I don't know if I'd want to. She might not have trained exclusively with a sword, but she held it well enough and grinned at the next on comer.

"Hangin' in there, mate?"

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