Dreaming Truth

[Aliana Lucindak 0]

Dreaming Truth

 

 

Aliana was curled up in her bed, sleeping, her brown hair tangled under her head. She was dreaming, of things long gone...

 

Azri sprinted down the corridor, following a group of civilians she was attempting to save. The whole deck shook with the blasts of phaser fire. Suddenly the ceiling fell in. It trapped some of the fleeing people under it as it fell. Azri ran to them and struggled to pull them out from under the fallen debris. She pulled off the pieces to find them all torn to bits. She gasped and swallowed back vomit. She then leapt to her feet and jumped over the debris.

“Keep moving,” she screamed at the others as she begun to run down the corridor towards them. They nodded and begun to run as well.

‘Damn ships to big,’ she thought as she tore down the hallway. One of the running teenagers fallen and she grabbed them, and half pulled half carried them until they regained their footing and begun to run again. She rounded the corridor only to run into a barrage of fallen metal and equipment.

“Get someone over here,” she yelled at the running civilians. “I need help moving it.”

A teenage boy and a grown woman ran over and begun to tug away one of the larger pieces as Azri pulled away the smaller ones. She tore open her arm and winced as her sweat dropped onto the open wound. She kept going though and soon a small passageway was open.

“Get the children through first. Have a adult accompany them for safety.”

They begun to climb through and she helped to support the tunnel. Soon she was left and she begun to crawl through. Suddenly the tunnel collapsed and she let out a scream before being buried under the metal. She closed her eyes and waited for death, but it didn’t come. She looked up and one of the larger pieces was holding up the others. She was safe for the time being. The ship shook around her and she felt the air begun to grow thin as she attempted to push the surrounding equipment and metal away. She felt a sharp pain, and looked down to see a piece of metal sticking out of her left calf. She shuddered and gently pulled it out, then ripping her sleeve off to bind it. She struggled to breathe, and as she pushed she got extremely dizzy from the lack of air and blood.

Suddenly the metal was ripped off of her and she looked up to see two men there, a klingon and a human. They pulled her out and she saw a gruff looking andorian female. The female gripped her arm to steady her and pulled her to a door. Azri let her, for she was practically unconscious and begun to struggle to stay awake. The andorian opened the door and pulled her inside. The klingon and human followed. Azri looked around to see that she was in a escape pod. The klingon secured the door and they were shot off of the ship. Azri laid her head against the wall, and everything went black.

 

“Ahhh!” Aliana sat bolt upright sweating as she panted and shook from her dream. She had been dreaming from a time about 11 years ago, during the dominion war. The woman in her dream had been Azri Xodo, Lucindak’s last host.

Aliana shuddered from the memory of it. She climbed out of her bed and over her empty boxes to her window. She sat down and looked out of the window to the stars. She sighed and looked down at Cardassia IV. “To think, I am living right by the planet I fought against. Ironic. Then again, I just love irony.” She smiled and leaned against her wall. That was then, this is now, but as Azri always said, ‘Time is just another state of mind.’