cadet_amara: (Yellow Shawl)

Amara Smith had always been a light sleeper. The slightest movement or noise woke her, and her recurring nightmares usually kept her on edge as it was. She'd learned to function on very little sleep. Here, she spent most nights watching Peter. His sleep patterns were fascinating. He moved around more than anyone she knew, and she wondered what he was dreaming about.

She was about to drift off again when a slight rumble in the distance made her suddenly alert. She smiled a little. A storm. She loved storms. Ever since she was a little girl thunderstorms had thrilled her. When the other children in her neighborhood would run for cover, she'd run straight out into it. Strange for a small child, but Amara had never really been a normal kid.

Amara rolled over on her side to look out the window and listened as the storm came closer, content to enjoy the show.

cadet_amara: (Black and White)

It started with a little sore throat. She had of course, ignored it and gone about her usual routine. However, by that evening the sore throat had turned into a splitting headache. She had gone to bed early that night. Ridiculously early, but she’d been exhausted. For probably the first time in her life fell asleep the second her head hit the pillow. She hadn’t even heard Peter come home from work, which was unusual because normally Amara was a very light sleeper.

 

The next morning she looked completely miserable as she forced herself out of bed when the alarm clock went off. Everything hurt. Her head hurt, her muscles ached, even her hair hurt. All she wanted to do was crawl back into bed and pull the covers over her head and pretend this morning had never happened, but she wouldn’t do that. She didn’t want to complain. After all, she was a guest and the least she could do was make breakfast like she always did. However, by the time she got to the kitchen the whole room seemed to be spinning. All she could do was sink to the floor and wait for the feeling to pass. This had to be the worst feeling in the world.... was she dying? What was going on here?


cadet_amara: (Hurt)
"Ow..." Amara landed hard on the concrete. She cursed the transporters for the less than graceful enterance for a moment until she realized this was not where she was supposed to be. She had been beaming over to a ship with the rest of the away team. This was clearly a planet. In fact, it looked like Earth. But not her Earth. Earth from hundreds of years ago.

She stood up slowly, looking around for the rest of the away team, but only say strange faces. A few people eyed her curiously, but most just hurried along their way, as if a random woman in a uniform skirt just randomly appeared out of no where any day.

"Where am I?" She wondered aloud. "And what the hell happened?

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