with the sound and sensation of a tractor beam latching onto a starship's hull.
The ground vibrates with it, vibrates out of time, and somewhere down a corridor--since when were there hallways again? Since when were they back inside?--something explodes in a blast of arcing energy. A figure falls with a gurgle at the foot of the console, disappearing amid a nest of lashing willow branches.
Or are those tentacles?
Sariel's on her feet, nightgown blood-streaked and legs bare below the ankles. The table and associated instruments are nowhere to be seen.
The ship lurches again, turns her first step into a stumble.
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Date: 2012-10-23 02:15 am (UTC)we are being boarded
with the sound and sensation of a tractor beam latching onto a starship's hull.
The ground vibrates with it, vibrates out of time, and somewhere down a corridor--since when were there hallways again? Since when were they back inside?--something explodes in a blast of arcing energy. A figure falls with a gurgle at the foot of the console, disappearing amid a nest of lashing willow branches.
Or are those tentacles?
Sariel's on her feet, nightgown blood-streaked and legs bare below the ankles. The table and associated instruments are nowhere to be seen.
The ship lurches again, turns her first step into a stumble.