Thel' Vadamee
Audio log #11- betrayal
After the events of today, I needed time to muse upon these flashbacks. Obviously, this was becoming a hazard. I thought back, using a technique I picked up from an old war dog. Just let your mind wander, and then focus on the problem. From there, you'll find the source.
As he used to say. I tried it, letting my mind go blank. While thinking of the horrific images I saw, one thought kept popping into my mind; the one-eyed Urag. Surely, he was important, somehow. Well, very important. But my thoughts on this will not be recorded... Some things are too private, even for this.
Gradually, I began to lose my ability to concentrate. The room seemed to be getting hazy. I must just be getting tired, I thought. But wait. There was another thing odd, a strange smell. It was sweet, invitingly so. Instinctively, I drew a long lungful of the scent. Wait. That smell... Gas! I recognized the odor from my excursion on the Urag Assault Ship. We were being attacked! But that wouldn't make sense, either. I am not on the edge of camp, and surely someone would have noticed before now... As if in answer to my confused thoughts, I heard a footstep behind me. There's no way an Urag would be able to sneak in here! I thought. I started to turn, but my muscles would hardly respond. I was feeling awfully sluggish, unusually so. Before I could turn, I felt a loop of chain slide over my head, and begin to tighten around my throat. This was a man, not a 'Rag, doing this! I tried to fight against the garrote, but I was too weak to do much. Suddenly I heard the sounds of gunfire, and the pressure around my neck abruptly stopped. "The Urags! They're attacking!" I heard a voice say from outside. My attacker uttered a muffled curse, in a foreign language. Laying on my back, and slipping into unconsciousness, I suddenly saw a pistol in the hands of my attacker. In what seemed like slow-motion, he pulled the trigger. I felt the round slam into my midsection. Odd. I thought it would hurt more... I seized up, and then relaxed, precious blood leaking out of the hole in my gut. The mysterious traitor stepped out of my tent, and I felt the swathes of fabric begin to fall around my body as the tent collapsed. The last thing I heard was another voice from outside, "Retreat! Fall back"...
Audio log #11- betrayal
After the events of today, I needed time to muse upon these flashbacks. Obviously, this was becoming a hazard. I thought back, using a technique I picked up from an old war dog. Just let your mind wander, and then focus on the problem. From there, you'll find the source.
As he used to say. I tried it, letting my mind go blank. While thinking of the horrific images I saw, one thought kept popping into my mind; the one-eyed Urag. Surely, he was important, somehow. Well, very important. But my thoughts on this will not be recorded... Some things are too private, even for this.
Gradually, I began to lose my ability to concentrate. The room seemed to be getting hazy. I must just be getting tired, I thought. But wait. There was another thing odd, a strange smell. It was sweet, invitingly so. Instinctively, I drew a long lungful of the scent. Wait. That smell... Gas! I recognized the odor from my excursion on the Urag Assault Ship. We were being attacked! But that wouldn't make sense, either. I am not on the edge of camp, and surely someone would have noticed before now... As if in answer to my confused thoughts, I heard a footstep behind me. There's no way an Urag would be able to sneak in here! I thought. I started to turn, but my muscles would hardly respond. I was feeling awfully sluggish, unusually so. Before I could turn, I felt a loop of chain slide over my head, and begin to tighten around my throat. This was a man, not a 'Rag, doing this! I tried to fight against the garrote, but I was too weak to do much. Suddenly I heard the sounds of gunfire, and the pressure around my neck abruptly stopped. "The Urags! They're attacking!" I heard a voice say from outside. My attacker uttered a muffled curse, in a foreign language. Laying on my back, and slipping into unconsciousness, I suddenly saw a pistol in the hands of my attacker. In what seemed like slow-motion, he pulled the trigger. I felt the round slam into my midsection. Odd. I thought it would hurt more... I seized up, and then relaxed, precious blood leaking out of the hole in my gut. The mysterious traitor stepped out of my tent, and I felt the swathes of fabric begin to fall around my body as the tent collapsed. The last thing I heard was another voice from outside, "Retreat! Fall back"...