Pardon Me While I Have a Lil Flashback, Part 6

[Rue Wydown 0]

Pardon Me While I Have a Lil Flashback, Part 6

Commander Ruth Wydown

 

((Last in the series. And a thank you to Charlotte for letting me borrow one of her characters here. It was fun. Again, this is just some back story about my character and her history, a peek in her head while she's knocked out cold on the bridge/sickbay. The dialogue underlined indicates words spoken in the Ralafean language - translated in English for the reader for the fun of it. ))

 

 

“Rue? Commander Wydown, can you hear me? Talk to me. Commander? Commander!”

 

Rue Wydown struggled to open her eyes. The weight of her eyelashes was difficult to overcome. “Would you please stop yelling?” she muttered softly just below the universal translator range, slowly opening her eyes to the flashing red lights of the bridge. Everything hurt, and she sincerely meant everything -- even her hair. She knew now that hair could hurt, and it was an unfortunate experience. “Rule Number One, Wydown.” She muttered softly to herself under her breath, trying to get a handle on what was going on around her.

 

“What is that? Gibberish? I wonder if there's any permanent damage?” The panicked voice of someone, male or female Rue couldn’t tell, was breaking that rule: Don’t panic. The shapes around here were blurred and moving far too quickly. The flashing red lights, loud klaxons, too many people talking at once and sudden jolts of the ship disorienting her further. Every now and then someone would bend closer to her face and her brain would signal recognition of the individual not so much by name but by face.

 

As one man bent over her, she smiled slowly at the sound of his voice. A whirring sound could be heard circling her head, familiar, but just beyond her at the moment. “Hang on, Wydown.” He faded back up into the shadowy shapes lurking above her. “It’s not gibberish. It’s from one of the outer-worlds.”

 

“I know you, don’t I?” She muttered again, a lazy smile creeping up on her features. She broke into Federation Standard again. “That thing at the place with that man?” Her eyelashes started to increase in weight once more, but she felt it was important to impart something. What was it? What was she supposed to say again? Wait -- there it was!

 

“Whatcha - Mahom spits.”

 

Rue allowed unconsciousness to claim her once more in its dark embrace. She’d never remember anything that happened between t’Rahks’ ship imploding and waking up in sickbay. Never remembering her run-in on the bridge or the panic she started in her condition.