Commander Kim R’Jor knelt down, she rested her hand on her abdomen. It was in searing pain. “Captain.” She yelled out. Burke came running. “Commander? What is it?” “I don’t know sir.” She said. “I was standing there, and suddenly I felt this immense pain.” Burke looked around the cell they were in. He couldn’t find anything out of the ordinary, it was a simple Dominion holding cell. The force-field was a bit on the shocking side, you could easily get yourself singed. But other than that, it was a holding cell. “Vorta!” Burke yelled to a camera. “I want to talk!” A door opened and the Vorta in charge entered the holding area. “Yes captain? What can I do for your?” Burke held his restraint, he wanted to punch the Vorta though the force-field but knew that would be impossible. “She needs medical attention.” Burke said. “You’ll help her.” The Vorta shrugged. “If I don’t, what will you do? You’re in a holding cell, there’s no where for you to go.” Burke rested his hands on his hips....
Feels like it's that time of year or something. Choosing to move again. It's nothing quite like moving that makes it all feel normal and special at the same time. I wish life would just once slow down a bit for me to be able to figure it all out. But I'm not sure how that will all go over if life doesn't feel like doing that.
Life isn't a game. It's not meant to be a game but a serious thing it is. There isn't much to life except the fact that you have to work for a living. It comes at you fast and you have to understand that. It's not an expensive thing to work, but it is something that has to be done.
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