Brother Dave
First Post
"...CARTER!" Trace sat bolt upright in his bunk. He thrashed as unseen assailants tried to hold him down, grasping, pinning his arms, entreating him, until finally he landed on the floor with a thump in a tangle of bedding.
Awake finally, Trace freed his arms from the sheets and rubbed at his eyes, looking around his small, empty quarters in confusion. One thing was clear - the voices were back. Two things, for he could still see Carter, somehow...in the engine room? How...? What is he doing? Is...is that the hyperdrive? I must get to him...stop him?...save him? Protect him, certainly. He shook his head, trying to make sense of his jumbled thoughts, but the persistent voices called to him...the vision of Carter...he had to get to the engine room. He had to get there now.
Trace scrambled to his feet, almost tripping and falling against the bunk in his haste as the last of the sheets twisted around his ankles. Kicking them across the room, he frantically reached for his clothes, pulling them on quickly. Dressed, he raced to the door, barely remembering to grab the first aid kit from his bedside table on his way out. Oh, Carter....my boy...what have you done...?
Awake finally, Trace freed his arms from the sheets and rubbed at his eyes, looking around his small, empty quarters in confusion. One thing was clear - the voices were back. Two things, for he could still see Carter, somehow...in the engine room? How...? What is he doing? Is...is that the hyperdrive? I must get to him...stop him?...save him? Protect him, certainly. He shook his head, trying to make sense of his jumbled thoughts, but the persistent voices called to him...the vision of Carter...he had to get to the engine room. He had to get there now.
Trace scrambled to his feet, almost tripping and falling against the bunk in his haste as the last of the sheets twisted around his ankles. Kicking them across the room, he frantically reached for his clothes, pulling them on quickly. Dressed, he raced to the door, barely remembering to grab the first aid kit from his bedside table on his way out. Oh, Carter....my boy...what have you done...?