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The Fallen
By : mancer
Category: S through Z > Star Trek (2009) > Star Trek (2009)
Views: 1297 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: Star Trek is owned by Gene Roddenberry/Paramount Studios/JJ Abrams. I own none but this writing and the non-canon characters within. Work published for shared fun, not profit. - Chapter List
Stold and Sufi bracketed their charges as the hangar filled. Provided information to young humans in crisp red uniforms when queried. The children were bundled up in gray blankets, herded in with similar clusters of young Vulcans.
"We are supposed to insure their safety," Sufi called out. His shaking hands nearly reached for the elbow of the older female human. She clutched a clipboard tightly to her chest, making every effort to keep herself outwardly calm.
"You're only kids yourselves. You've done a great job, but we've got a lot more survivors coming in. Elementary age kids are going to group homes. High schoolers like you guys are going to housed on Fleet Academy grounds for the time being. Some admiral higher up says your curriculum is on par with freshman-level classes."
"They intend for us to attend school here?" Stold asked, stepping up to his classmate's side.
"The idea is to get back into your usual routine while the dust settles. We've got schools opening up for the little ones." Her bright green eyes darted back to the kids. "Transport is leaving, and I've got to be with them to get them ironed out. Your point person is at the student union. Do you need directions?"
A steady stream of dark-haired adolescents migrated through one of the pedestrian doors. Clusters of others in red and black uniforms moved against the flow.
"We will find our way."
The woman's eyes flicked back and forth between the two of them before she nodded and turned back to her duty.
Sufi gnawed at his lower lip. Stold watched the transport fire up and move off, to be replaced with another, empty, and another group of young Vulcans filed in.
"Move it, move it! Medical emergency!"
They stepped out of the way as several gurneys raced past, surrounded by shouting medical officers in green splattered uniforms.
The vibrant hue burned into his retinas. He blinked rapidly, trying to cleanse the virescent tint before it washed over his entire field of view. Logically, he knew that every surface of the hangar bay was not coated in a slick layer of blood. Logically, even if every Vulcan within the hanger was exsanguinated within moments of one another, the volume would not be adequate, nor the hue so uniform in-
"Stold."
He blinked again. Sufi's concerned face filling his vision. Pale from stress, skin drawn tight over cheeks and jaw. Not covered in the blood of the millions, billions, left behind.
"Yes?"
Thin brows drew together.
"I said, should we move on? If we are not looking after the children, we should do as directed and look for this 'student union' that Ms. Callahan spoke of."
"You are correct."
"Where do you think we should go?"
Stold nodded towards the door he'd noticed earlier. A tight knot of Vulcans, carefully maintaining the requisite personal space from one another, waited to the side while a crowd of Star Fleet officers shoved one another as they came in.
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