#dcspite

all my love to my fellow leonard h. mccoy roleplayers. 

@aviophobic @boldlysaving @onlybxnesleft @oldcountrydoctor @handsofasurgeon @healos @sicktomybonesmccoy @rainydaycure @dcspite @nxtcphysicist @kidsofthekelvinhero

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Booted feet stop in their careful tracks. A bruised hand moves to lift the wide-brimmed hat from his forehead so that his features (however rough they might appear) may more easily be seen.

“Uh.” Eloquent, as always - dad would be proud, Indy!

Quickly, Indiana turns on the charm; flashing a white-toothed smile, a stark contrast to the dirty tan color of his skin. “I, uh - well, I’m - I’m lookin’ for something.”

   He offers her a smile, yet Aella stares as if searching for a vein of honesty, of understanding as to why he would be here and for what he could possibly be looking. Her gaze is steady, her mind on where her phaser rests against her hip.

happy birthday, @dcspite!

   Today, 21 years ago ( b a b y ), Niks was brought into this world and lit it up! ( I know, I was alive a whole year before and trust me, it was Boring Before. ) Okay, but seriously, Niks, you are such a light to my, Kara, and Aella’s life, I can hardly even express it into words. You are truly, now and forever, one of my closest friends, and I’m so blessed to know you and throw depressing headcanons towards you at all hours of the day and night. Thank you for always being so understanding, patient, kind, and loving! You have the biggest, sweetest heart, I just cannot believe. 

   Kara's unfeeling fingers rub together as she shoes tentative steps through a Broken Place. That's what this must be, she's decided, for everything here is. Burning shacks, broken bodies. People are bleeding, unbreathing, unmoving. Dead.

   All of them.

   The world goes gray as she confirms from a wide sweep -- not one life sign.

   Nothing.

   In the solitude of isolation, her eyes water, a bit. It's so sad, to see so much suffering -- suffering she cannot avert or do anything about. But then again, she cannot avert it or do anything about it... so she continues walking.

   ( The cargo ship transporting her and the others has crashed, here, on this strange planet -- she thought she should look for help. She was sure someone was waiting on the delivery... )

   And then there’s heat, heat, heat, coming from 12 o'clock, forward -- optical sensors shift forwards, a hand coming to shield light of the planet's sun so she can process better, and she sees a craft taking off. Escaping? Going to get more help? She cannot determine intention from here, so she follows it, walks slowly... after all, she can't catch it anymore, can she?

   It isn't until she's at the mouth of the cave that she realizes the ship left behind more than just broken bodies.

   Someone is screaming.

   She runs now, of course, because someone is waiting, someone needs assistance, and even if she needs assistance, too, she was programmed and soldered together for one reason, one only! She races, doesn’t think about the attention the bareness of her outfit will draw -- sees a figure on the ground, hand in their hair, tears pushing into ground beneath him.

   Syncing... syncing... sync. No results found.

   She doesn't know what he is. He isn’t humans -- but he’s crying. He isn’t Cyberlife. He’s hardly moving.

i am a lion, and i want to be free do you see a lion, when you look inside of me?  we are lions, born from things they cannot be

   “Rise and shine!”

   The words are delivered as her hammer moves to stop a sword from finding the side of Percy’s skull -- a leg raises from the ground to kick the other backwards, and then her weapon swings, hard.