[Jeyne was in the med bay, continuing her work and research when the first hit came. The sudden jolting of the ship knocked the bowl from her hand, causing it to shatter on the ground. She grasped at the table, shocked and overwhelmed, but struggling to discern what could have caused that movement.
All at once, shots land in rapid precision, rocking the ship more violently. As everything careened about her, Jeyne's grip loosened on the table and her feet tangled under her. She felt her head collide with the edge of the table, the world turning bright and sharp around her before dimming and becoming hazy. She could hear a ringing in her ears and voices in the distance.
Slowly, she pulled herself up, feeling her skin cut and tear against the bowl. She pushed her way to the hall, clutching her head tenderly. Everyone was running about and ship continually lurched about as more hits came. Edging her way towards her room, Jeyne looked about in a daze.]
What's going on?
[Boarding Party]
[There was little to protect herself with. A rudimentary knowledge of archery and the small defensive skills she had been shown by others. With her mind still stalled because of her injury, what she had learned slipped away as she spied the first of the raiders striding into the Golden's corridors.
She had left her room, intent on helping others, but slowly it became apparent that the danger had not diminished but increased. With little else she could do and the growing threat of a boarding party appearing, Jeyne darted back towards her room to bar the door.
They came in large numbers, blocking her way and tearing through the halls wildly. Any doors that were closed, they knocked open. There was no place to hide and she had no means to fight. When they spy her, she knows what they see. She had seen the horrors of war and knew the stories of what could happen to women. It was only when she felt hands on her arms, pulling her backwards that she struggled, screaming loudly as she scratched, kicked and bit.
They were dragging her back, pulling her somewhere (likely towards their ship), but she'd fight them every step of the way. She felt like a wild animal, backed into a corner and clawing for survival.]
[Aftermath]
[Despite the horrors and her own injuries, Jeyne returned to the medical bay to assist with those that needed care and tending to. Working alongside Beverly, she administered first aid for those that were not as seriously hurt. The salves that she had prepared finally becoming useful.
She forced a smile on her face, trying to remain optimistic, even when faced with the severity of the damage on their ship.]
Jeyne Westerling | OTA
[Jeyne was in the med bay, continuing her work and research when the first hit came. The sudden jolting of the ship knocked the bowl from her hand, causing it to shatter on the ground. She grasped at the table, shocked and overwhelmed, but struggling to discern what could have caused that movement.
All at once, shots land in rapid precision, rocking the ship more violently. As everything careened about her, Jeyne's grip loosened on the table and her feet tangled under her. She felt her head collide with the edge of the table, the world turning bright and sharp around her before dimming and becoming hazy. She could hear a ringing in her ears and voices in the distance.
Slowly, she pulled herself up, feeling her skin cut and tear against the bowl. She pushed her way to the hall, clutching her head tenderly. Everyone was running about and ship continually lurched about as more hits came. Edging her way towards her room, Jeyne looked about in a daze.]
What's going on?
[Boarding Party]
[There was little to protect herself with. A rudimentary knowledge of archery and the small defensive skills she had been shown by others. With her mind still stalled because of her injury, what she had learned slipped away as she spied the first of the raiders striding into the Golden's corridors.
She had left her room, intent on helping others, but slowly it became apparent that the danger had not diminished but increased. With little else she could do and the growing threat of a boarding party appearing, Jeyne darted back towards her room to bar the door.
They came in large numbers, blocking her way and tearing through the halls wildly. Any doors that were closed, they knocked open. There was no place to hide and she had no means to fight. When they spy her, she knows what they see. She had seen the horrors of war and knew the stories of what could happen to women. It was only when she felt hands on her arms, pulling her backwards that she struggled, screaming loudly as she scratched, kicked and bit.
They were dragging her back, pulling her somewhere (likely towards their ship), but she'd fight them every step of the way. She felt like a wild animal, backed into a corner and clawing for survival.]
[Aftermath]
[Despite the horrors and her own injuries, Jeyne returned to the medical bay to assist with those that needed care and tending to. Working alongside Beverly, she administered first aid for those that were not as seriously hurt. The salves that she had prepared finally becoming useful.
She forced a smile on her face, trying to remain optimistic, even when faced with the severity of the damage on their ship.]
Is that any better?