#boundlesswrath

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@boundlesswrath​ : [ text ] Sometimes I pretend to be boring so people leave me alone.

[ SENT — Khan 🍹😶, 0930HR  ] > ha, i’ve done that before [ SENT — Khan 🍹😶, 0930HR  ] > never fuckin works  [ SENT — Khan 🍹😶, 0931HR  ] > and how has that worked out for you? [ SENT — Khan 🍹😶, 0931HR  ] > i can tell you right now that quark is selling images of you drinking a jumja margarita to collectors

it’s neither polite nor kind to wish death upon someone - anyone, really - but udyati was coming to a point that she’d actively wish death upon the kindevas. thing was, though, they looked like regular people. they weren’t. they didn’t sleep, didn’t sweat, didn’t breathe, didn’t bleed, didn’t need food, or water, or anything. 

bloodshed sustained them just fine. destruction did, too. 

she’d stumbled through a door, narrowly evading the axe that almost took her head off. it wasn’t really fair that kindevas could turn themselves and their body parts into the weapons that they needed - and that her power was a passive one - but here she was, anyway.

wherever ‘here’ was...

Waking up again wasn’t what she thought it would be. It wasn’t as difficult to breathe. Her chest wasn’t tight and she could feel the ends of her fingers. And there wasn’t that metal brace around her head, wrists, or ankles. Nothing was holding her down. There was no beeping of machines near her, even though she knew she was still in some kind of capsule. 

She could hear three heartbeats in this room, one getting steadily closer. Once they were close enough, her eyes snapped open and she slammed her forehead into their’s--darting up and prying open the door to the room they were in. Ready to run. 

Another one tried to stop her with some kind of hissing thing and she was quick to throw them into the nearest wall before slipping out through the crack she managed to form in the door. Anger bright in her eyes. Where the hell was she? Those windows only had stars--what the hell was this? 

She kept running till she got to some kind of exit, already pulling back one of the doors with a grunt and puff. She heard something about airlock and felt the sharp sting of a weapon, but not from anywhere close to her. And it wasn’t enough to get her down. Instead, she just let go of the door and advanced on the one who actually tried to zap her. 

     serene smile graces upon her lips, she notices him from afar. how quaint, for them to be occupying the same space at the same conference! thus, with an inkling of pomp & charm, she struts up to him, her fingers placing the margarita glass onto the marbled counter.   ❛  hey! doctor sawyer! didn’t uh... didn’t expect to see you here.  ❜

“Ah, hello, Khan, can I help you with something?” It was still early days in the station, so most of her appointments were walk ins. Even if there was an occasional wait. But she was gradually filling up her date book. She looked him over with ease and her smile widened a little, “You here for a massage?” 

   She’s staring at the dirt beneath her fingernails for a long moment, head half-bent, breath caught in her lungs. She’s just off her planet, had taken a shuttle from the ashes of her home and fought her way back to some semblance of civilization. She’d landed less than thirty minutes ago, and she’s just... sitting. Not drinking. Not eating. Not even really talking. 

   Just sitting. 

   Dark eyes have been surreptitiously glancing at her, but she has some weird feeling in her gut that he wants her to know he’s staring at her. She looks up, but her gaze isn’t totally unkind.