A Hearth, a Horn, a Cry... and Valhalla Answers, Part Two

Posted on Tue Feb 23rd, 2021 @ 7:28pm by Commander Magnus Morgensen

216 words; about a 1 minute read

Storming from the holosuites was an enraged embodiment of Ancient Norse ferocity, and even Klingons stared in disbelief, inspiration, awe, and confusion. Magnus made his way out from the suites and down the corridor, headed back to the Roddenberry's airlock. The whole time he couldn't help but to feel as though someone was trying to get him to stop. To answer. To open a dialogue... but this was neither the time nor place.

The distraction in his mind cost him dearly, as he had not fed since they returned to DS9... nor had he eaten or drank nearly enough to sustain his condition. Fatigue washed over him, disoriented, dehydrated, and weary. He stopped and placed a hand against the bulkhead, steadying himself, and forced himself to press onwards. Delusions started to creep into his vision, and he fought past ghastly emanations.

He saw his father. His mother. His sister. Many of his comrades. All of which had faces he barely recognized... A voice kept calling to him, disembodied from his visions. It sounded elderly, old... wise... Finally, his body gave out beneath him, at the foot of the ramp to the Roddenberry. Looking upwards as his body collapsed, he managed to whisper a single word. "Odin..." ... and then, Magnus collapsed, unconscious, and fighting for his life!

 

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