Post by osty1 on Feb 11, 2011 15:00:29 GMT -5
Light. Too much light, shining right in her eyes.
Osty groaned and moved her head slowly from side to side. Her pupils were drawn as tight and thin as she could manage to shut out the unwanted brightness but it still stabbed into her brain, making her head throb even more. Weakly, the young Tylythyn tried to remember what had happened to her to end up in such a place. She was lying down, her muddled mind detected that, but why couldn't she lift her hands up to block out that annoyng glare? She was moving too, and hearing low voices. Voices speaking in a language unlike she was used to.
She tried to raise herself up but gave that up as a sharp pain ran through her back. She was hurt then, an accident?
Her pupils flew open at that thought but quickly narrowed shut once more as that blasted light gave her another brain jolt. The ship! She had lost control and it was careening down to a planet she had been trying to steer around! She had crashed then. Osty gave a low maon as she realized what she had done, taken a ship without permission and then crashed it! How was she ever going to pay for it? Students did not recieve any wages until well after they had established themselves in their chosen career. Wonderful, she thought. My career will be paying off this debt I just gave myself!
She gave a sigh but then the thought of just who was pushing her along on this...cart? Was she on a cart? It wasn't uncomfortable but the lights and the motion were both acting together to make her queasy. "S.s.top," she tried to croak. "Please...stop."
"It's waking up now. Somebody tell the Brigadier." a voice said somewhere above her left shoulder.
'It?' They were calling her an 'it'? That was rather rude. And who or what was a 'Brigadier'? Was she being taken to that? And they were speaking one of the rare languages, one most of her classmates referred to as 'trashy talk' because of its common use by the Stiglers, a janitorial race.
Was this Brigadier a head janitor? And why would he want to see her?
She moaned again and wished her hands were free so she could hold her aching head.
Osty groaned and moved her head slowly from side to side. Her pupils were drawn as tight and thin as she could manage to shut out the unwanted brightness but it still stabbed into her brain, making her head throb even more. Weakly, the young Tylythyn tried to remember what had happened to her to end up in such a place. She was lying down, her muddled mind detected that, but why couldn't she lift her hands up to block out that annoyng glare? She was moving too, and hearing low voices. Voices speaking in a language unlike she was used to.
She tried to raise herself up but gave that up as a sharp pain ran through her back. She was hurt then, an accident?
Her pupils flew open at that thought but quickly narrowed shut once more as that blasted light gave her another brain jolt. The ship! She had lost control and it was careening down to a planet she had been trying to steer around! She had crashed then. Osty gave a low maon as she realized what she had done, taken a ship without permission and then crashed it! How was she ever going to pay for it? Students did not recieve any wages until well after they had established themselves in their chosen career. Wonderful, she thought. My career will be paying off this debt I just gave myself!
She gave a sigh but then the thought of just who was pushing her along on this...cart? Was she on a cart? It wasn't uncomfortable but the lights and the motion were both acting together to make her queasy. "S.s.top," she tried to croak. "Please...stop."
"It's waking up now. Somebody tell the Brigadier." a voice said somewhere above her left shoulder.
'It?' They were calling her an 'it'? That was rather rude. And who or what was a 'Brigadier'? Was she being taken to that? And they were speaking one of the rare languages, one most of her classmates referred to as 'trashy talk' because of its common use by the Stiglers, a janitorial race.
Was this Brigadier a head janitor? And why would he want to see her?
She moaned again and wished her hands were free so she could hold her aching head.