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....
Will the Real McCoy stand up please? We have to be able to have a consensus about this life, we can't allow it to simply be and then allow it to become whatever it wants to be because it can't determine what's going on. Does that make sense? I'm not sure it does...but if it did, then I'd allow it to happen. Life has to find a way to become what it needs to become, not what it wants to become...but what it needs to become. Life will eventually get there, but not until it finds a way to make it so we all understand what's happening with everything that goes on in this life. Don't allow life to overthrow itself. You'll regret it, every step of the way.