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This is a direct relational story to the T'Kil plot
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The battered shuttle dropped into normal space, then came to a drift as
the last of the power was drained from it. Iside the now darkedned
shuttle, one of the two inhabitants glanced out the forward viewport.
"Roe," the oy said in a quiet voice. "I think we made it."
He looked over his houlder to the OPS console which his brother had
been manning. The console had blown out and the boy now lay on the
deck. Ronov unbuckled himself from the helm chair and moved to go to
his brother's aid. Almost immediately, he dounled over in pain. The
inertial dampers on the shuttle had cut off during their trip and it
seeemed to have taken it's toll onhim. Still, he pushed past the pain
and went to hielp Rohan.
"Roe! Talk to me." He grabed an emergency medical kit and ran the
tricorder over his brother. The readings were not good. Ronov took
out the hypo-spray and adjusted it. He was now glad he had paid
atention when Aunt Terra had worked on patients. The hypo let out a
soft hiss, and Rohan coughed. "Roe!"
"Ronnie..." the other oby said in a very weak voice. "Did we (cough)
make it?"
"Yeah, I think so," Ronnie responded. He tried to fight back the
tears. By all indications his brother was dying. "I have to confirm
it, but, I'm pretty sure."
"I guess.. (cough-cough) ... Mal was right," Rohan said. "he told us
....Falcon wa.....wasn't up to it." He tried to force a smile. "Why
does he....have to be...so damned smart?"
"Yeah," Ronnie agreed. He brushed his hand over his brother's forehead
and gently thru his hair. "But we DID make it. We had to try. We
have to warn them. Maybe we can save them all. Mom, Luna, Megan. You
know we had to try."
"Yeah..." Rohan agreed. "It's up to you now,.... " he closed his eyes
in obvious pain. " .. up to you."
"Hang in there, Roe," Ronnie said, hie eyes weling up with tears.
"I'll get us help. He'll come." Ronnie again adjusted the hypo and
injected it into his brother's arm. Rohan's body relaxed as the
sedative took effect.
"Computer," Ronnie called out. "Connect with Starfleet Command and
adjust chrono." It seemed strange to say Starfleet Command. There was
no more Starfleet where he came from, just battered ships trying to
keep humanity alive..... and the T'Kil.
"Computer!" Ronnie called out again. There was no answer. Every
console was dark. It was also starting to get cold. Ronnie reached up
to the OPS panel. As he did so, he was once again hit with
mind-numbing pain. His fingers barely found the control for the
emergency beacon. as he touched the panel the small portion of the
console came to life. Ronnie then collapsed back to the deck alongside
the unconscious form of his twin brother.
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