#boldlychasing

let me tell you what i wish i’d known, when i was young and dreamed of glory. you have no control WHO LIVES, WHO DIES, WHO TELLS YOUR STORY. 

                                            ‘Though even I can’t understand                                              Why we gods can’t live forever.                                             Why should legends have to die?                                                As you wail to sleep in glory,                                                 My heart still seeks the sky. 

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A Lost Meme II Not Accepting II @boldlychasing

Nyota knew she was hurt pretty badly, and if she was honest with herself the odds of her getting off the planet alive had become incredibly slim. However she didn’t quite have the heart to make her captain aware of these facts just yet. Instead she continued to push forward, the adrenaline pumping through her veins helping to ignore the excruciating amount of pain she was in. The only thing that was on her mind at the moment was getting Jim back to that damn shuttle so she could get him to safety, the captain’s safety was all that mattered to her. 

The had managed to loose the natives, though she hadn’t wanted to stop. She wanted to keep moving, but they were both out of breath, and she wasn’t entirely sure how much longer she could keep moving. However she knew for sure that if she sat down, there was a good chance that she was never getting back up. She kept her distance from Jim, using the excuse of keeping an eye out for any more hostiles as and excuse so he wouldn’t see that she had taken a bad hit. 

When she heard him, she had thought about ignoring the request, to just stay as far as she could get away with, but she was just so damn tired. She finally caved, moving closer to her captain, but not daring to sit down. “We should keep moving.” she tried hoping that he wouldn’t notice the fact that there was a rather large and darker red spot on her uniform from where her wound was bleeding. 

a    sigh    falls    from    parted    lips              whilst    the    back    of    her    head    makes    contact  with    the    wall           ,           a    breath    of    preparedness   revitalizing    the   hybrid    at    the    infamous  captain’s   entrance.       &        b’elanna            knew            that    this    might    be    her    only    window.              a    chance    for   her    to           explain           that    she    was    a    member  of    the    federation.                    that    the    future    was    her     home.                though    somehow    she    highly    doubted    he’d    even    take    her    seriously    for    as     long    as    it    took    to    get    that    far.                 “you    do    realize    that    keeping    me    here    is  useless         ,           right   ?”                 okay           ────            perhaps    she    should    try    acting   less    abrasive    if    she    wished    to  break    through   ancient    stereotypes.               a    sigh.                 “like    i    said   before.           we’re    both    starfleet.            i’m    you’re    ally.  ”

                                                          𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔....𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒔 a rebellious captain                          an attention-starved captain                                                                       a grumpy doctor                                                                                                  a 10-year old doctor                                                                   aN ANGRY doctor                        a sentient ship who if you treat her like a lady will always bring you home a sentient ship that YEETS                                                and a sad/angsty empath to cope