@fasciinating // pavel & spock
the door is sparking, abrupt and angry staccato bursts of plasma and electricity from cracked tubes and torn wiring. there's a pained whirring sound, almost like an injured beast with its leg in a trap, whining. the metal is buckled inwards towards them, like on the other side, the fist of some vengeful god had tried to stave it in. pavel swallows nervously, and glances over at commander spock.
"i may be able to get it open," he says, and his hand cuts a gesture in the air. "however. are you sure that we wish to get it open?"












