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Hrm
Am feeling entirely too tired. Sigh.
But. Have written fic. Which is good, even if it's not finished. Shall possibly spam later.
I also have film back. I have PsychoCat and Timey and Drea pictures... And Stryfe with his cape mysteriously blown upside-down...
There're some old shots of a CIA picnic... Sometime in 97/96, I think. Possibly even 95. Shall take them with me on Saturday.
(Saturday is a dinner thing. Must attend)
Sunburn is now itchy. *scratches with scissors*
Eh. Foo. I shall spam here. Bah.
If you haven't seen Event Horizon (or you have), spoilers ahoy.
Working Title: Save Yourself From Hell
"STARCK!"
She was screaming. Ragged gasps of terror and horror, over and over, the sounds echoing oddly through vast and empty corridors.
"STARCK! It's ok! They're the rescue team!"
Arms were restraining her, safe and familiar limbs. With a rush, reality snapped back into place, and she stopped. Cooper was hovering over her, arms and leg cradling her against him as the rescue team looked on in surprise. "Sorry." She managed, feeling the adrenaline still running through her body like a liquid heat.
"It's all right." He touched her shoulder. "You'll be ok."
"Yes."
With another glance of concern, he straightened, releasing her from his comforting embrace. She moved to stand, and winced. Muscles long unused were protesting, refusing to do as they were told.
She stood anyway.
"Lieutenant Starck?" The Captain of the rescue ship held out his hand to her.
She shook it. "Yes?"
"I'm Captain Summers of the USAC Recovery Vessel Bellicose. What happened?"
"The ship did." She looked at Cooper, and then further to where technicians were preparing the third survivor of their crew for transport. Justin was in bad shape, but would survive. T.J. had said so. Of course, he was dead... She turned back to the Captain, "What are your orders?"
"Rescue and salvage."
"Taking us, and what's left of this ship with you?"
He nodded, "We have adequate towing equipment. USAC was prepared for us to find the whole vessel intact."
"Well, it isn't." She smiled briefly, then turned to Cooper, "You all right?"
"Yeah. You?" There was still a trace of concern in his eyes.
"Nothing a trip home won't cure."
"I can't wait."
"Captain, I would suggest leaving what is left of the Event Horizon to disintegrate in the atmosphere of Neptune."
He raised an eyebrow, "I'm afraid my orders were clear, Lieutenant. We're to bring both survivors and ship back."
"I don't think it would be wise. Sir."
"And why not?"
"Because, sir. The ship is alive."
"Alive?"
Starck shivered in the suddenly cool air that blew softly around the stasis room. "It attacked us."
The captain raised his other eyebrow. "Mhm. Tell me, Lieutenant, when was the last time you had leave?"
"We were pulled from it for this mission. Sir."
He nodded, "Why don't we go back to the Bellicose, and we'll discuss this there. Maybe after you've slept and eaten."
Starck glanced over at the stasis pod Justin still stood in. "How long before they can move him?"
"A few minutes."
"Then I'll wait." She crossed her arms, and rubbed at the goose bumps which had riddled them.
"Lieutenant--"
"I'll wait. I refuse to leave him here alone. We're all he has left."
Cooper nodded in agreement. "As much as I want to leave this mindfuckship, I will not leave without him."
"Very well."
The captain moved away to join a trooper who had just come from one of the corridors. Starck turned from him to watch them begin dismantling the stasis pod so that Justin could be moved within its safe and stable coccoon. Justin had gone spacewalking without a spacesuit. The resulting massive trauma had split open blood vessels everywhere. His lungs had been full of pungent red blood, dribbling out cracked lips and from imploded eyeballs, and-- Starck shuddered and shook the image off.
She had survived. They were free. Weir was dead and so was his ship. She glared at the nearby bulkhead. And none of it was going back.
Echoes of what the Event Horizon had brought back with it skittered along her nerves. Even now, the stale air and cool breeze danced along her skin, breathing evil into her mind. Clouding her eyes with inevitable blood, her heart with death.
"Starck?" Cooper was still watching her, concern on his face.
Of them all, he had been the least touched by the horror. Except for Smith, and he hadn't lived. "Yes?"
"We're ok."
"I know."
---
Y'know, I just adore Starck. Hrm.
But. Have written fic. Which is good, even if it's not finished. Shall possibly spam later.
I also have film back. I have PsychoCat and Timey and Drea pictures... And Stryfe with his cape mysteriously blown upside-down...
There're some old shots of a CIA picnic... Sometime in 97/96, I think. Possibly even 95. Shall take them with me on Saturday.
(Saturday is a dinner thing. Must attend)
Sunburn is now itchy. *scratches with scissors*
Eh. Foo. I shall spam here. Bah.
If you haven't seen Event Horizon (or you have), spoilers ahoy.
Working Title: Save Yourself From Hell
"STARCK!"
She was screaming. Ragged gasps of terror and horror, over and over, the sounds echoing oddly through vast and empty corridors.
"STARCK! It's ok! They're the rescue team!"
Arms were restraining her, safe and familiar limbs. With a rush, reality snapped back into place, and she stopped. Cooper was hovering over her, arms and leg cradling her against him as the rescue team looked on in surprise. "Sorry." She managed, feeling the adrenaline still running through her body like a liquid heat.
"It's all right." He touched her shoulder. "You'll be ok."
"Yes."
With another glance of concern, he straightened, releasing her from his comforting embrace. She moved to stand, and winced. Muscles long unused were protesting, refusing to do as they were told.
She stood anyway.
"Lieutenant Starck?" The Captain of the rescue ship held out his hand to her.
She shook it. "Yes?"
"I'm Captain Summers of the USAC Recovery Vessel Bellicose. What happened?"
"The ship did." She looked at Cooper, and then further to where technicians were preparing the third survivor of their crew for transport. Justin was in bad shape, but would survive. T.J. had said so. Of course, he was dead... She turned back to the Captain, "What are your orders?"
"Rescue and salvage."
"Taking us, and what's left of this ship with you?"
He nodded, "We have adequate towing equipment. USAC was prepared for us to find the whole vessel intact."
"Well, it isn't." She smiled briefly, then turned to Cooper, "You all right?"
"Yeah. You?" There was still a trace of concern in his eyes.
"Nothing a trip home won't cure."
"I can't wait."
"Captain, I would suggest leaving what is left of the Event Horizon to disintegrate in the atmosphere of Neptune."
He raised an eyebrow, "I'm afraid my orders were clear, Lieutenant. We're to bring both survivors and ship back."
"I don't think it would be wise. Sir."
"And why not?"
"Because, sir. The ship is alive."
"Alive?"
Starck shivered in the suddenly cool air that blew softly around the stasis room. "It attacked us."
The captain raised his other eyebrow. "Mhm. Tell me, Lieutenant, when was the last time you had leave?"
"We were pulled from it for this mission. Sir."
He nodded, "Why don't we go back to the Bellicose, and we'll discuss this there. Maybe after you've slept and eaten."
Starck glanced over at the stasis pod Justin still stood in. "How long before they can move him?"
"A few minutes."
"Then I'll wait." She crossed her arms, and rubbed at the goose bumps which had riddled them.
"Lieutenant--"
"I'll wait. I refuse to leave him here alone. We're all he has left."
Cooper nodded in agreement. "As much as I want to leave this mindfuckship, I will not leave without him."
"Very well."
The captain moved away to join a trooper who had just come from one of the corridors. Starck turned from him to watch them begin dismantling the stasis pod so that Justin could be moved within its safe and stable coccoon. Justin had gone spacewalking without a spacesuit. The resulting massive trauma had split open blood vessels everywhere. His lungs had been full of pungent red blood, dribbling out cracked lips and from imploded eyeballs, and-- Starck shuddered and shook the image off.
She had survived. They were free. Weir was dead and so was his ship. She glared at the nearby bulkhead. And none of it was going back.
Echoes of what the Event Horizon had brought back with it skittered along her nerves. Even now, the stale air and cool breeze danced along her skin, breathing evil into her mind. Clouding her eyes with inevitable blood, her heart with death.
"Starck?" Cooper was still watching her, concern on his face.
Of them all, he had been the least touched by the horror. Except for Smith, and he hadn't lived. "Yes?"
"We're ok."
"I know."
---
Y'know, I just adore Starck. Hrm.