Sable's Experiences

[Toaster]

//No longer canon.

October 27, 828 A.S.

The Sickle crashed onto the hangar deck with a shudder, a shower of sparks erupting from beneath its belly. The landing gear still stowed away, the ship tilted to the side, its starboard wing striking the floor with a shriek of metal on metal. The engines sputtered and died. Dockworkers and pilots looked on in confusion.

Inside the ship, Olivia grabbed at her seatbelts, fingers sightlessly searching for the release latch. They found and ripped at it. With a groan, the mercenary crawled out of her seat, feeling around her as she made her way into the craft's rear compartment, blinded by black dots obscuring her vision. She got to her feet and crashed into the small storage locker inserted into the wall. Pain shot up her left shoulder but was barely perceptible over the agony she was already suffering. Sweating, her fingers found the number pad beside the locker and punched in the code. The closet slid open as Olivia collapsed to her knees again, the pain in her head threatening to knock her out.

Come on, she thought to herself. Almost there. Dizzily, desperately, her hands groped around the locker's interior, searching for the soft touch of a canvas bag. The mercenary cried out as an ache shot through her head like a bolt of lightning. But her fingers finally found their prey and pulled the bag out onto the cramped deck.

She couldn't see it, but she knew that a faint blue light leaked through the sturdy cloth - and it was this light that she so desperately needed. Hungrily, her fingers tore at the bag's zipper, nearly ripping it off. The content rolled out onto the steel deck and Olivia fell forward, crashing down next to it. Warmth washed over her as she, barely conscious, reached out for the glowing, crystalline orb, running her hands over its smooth surface. The pain in her head subsided, stilled like the sea after a storm.

She blinked once, twice. The black dots that had blinded her faded, revealing the inside of her ship, cast in a brilliant blue light. Relieved, she inhaled deeply, breathing in that light and its accompanying warmth, cleansing herself of the migraine's last vestiges. Feeling her heartbeat settle, she curled up around the sphere, pulling it tight against her body, and fell into a deep, dreamless slumber.

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Olivia Sable