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Bombing
Title: Bombing
Fandom: Original Fiction - Lizards ‘verse
Series: Kat’s Therapy Journal - 27th Brathos, 5434
Prompt: Explosions
Medium: FIC
Rating: Gen
Word Count: 740
Summary: Ontferia Historical Record: 26th Brathos: 5434 - While on a diplomatic mission to Regalia, Commandant Katrin Cam’ree was trapped in her hotel room when a series of bombs went off.
Content Notes: No standard notes apply
27th Brathos, 5434
Subject: Bombing
So, Doctor Ellie, I should have expected you to make me recount what happened on the disastrous mission to Regalia. We didn’t achieve anything. The whole thing exploded. Haha, I am being funny. The conference was cancelled, called on account of bombing.
I had just gone into the room and set my stack of files down on the table when the building shook. I had not been expecting it, so it didn’t register at first what had happened. The building shook again, this time it seemed to lurch to one side. I knew that feeling. I’d been in enough buildings when explosives had gone off to know the signs and the smell.
Someone had bombed the hotel. To the best of my knowledge, all the delegates that were on Regalia for the Peace and Trade seminar were being housed in the same hotel, poor planning on the part of their security division, for just this reason.
I fell to the floor with the third explosion, which had been much closer. The windows blew out of my room and I scrambled for the meager cover the bed offered, hoping the mattress would absorb the flying glass and debris. I was on the fourth floor, too high to jump from the balcony and it was too dangerous to go running around the building until the explosions stopped. Just as I scooted under the bed, another explosion went off. Definitely bombs. This was no accident.
Huddled there, I heard the rumbling as parts of the building started to collapse. This was serious, the structural integrity of the building had been affected. I hoped that the roof didn’t come down around me. I also hoped that I would be able to get to the window to climb out when the dust began to settle.
Was I frightened? Let’s say I was concerned. I was on foreign soil, alone, and relying on someone else’s security protocols and itinerary. But I am never without my own resources or backup plans.
We had been prohibited from bringing any tech or weapons into the conference. But of course my team doesn’t let that stop them from gearing me up in a fashion that suits them. Wils had wired me with an intradermal transmitter/receiver, implanted behind my ear. I had complained about it at first, but now I was glad I caved in to the pressure from Hauck and Chase. With great relief, I initialized the transponder and listened to see if I was getting a signal. It was spotty and staticky, but it was working. I called for Chase, who was my backup for the mission, hoping he was receiving on his end. All I could hear was “Blackbird... what? Weak... bad signal.”
I kept repeating the same few sentences, saying that I was in the hotel, that there were bombs going off, and that I needed an emergency extraction. After a few repetitions, I heard the line fizz out and go dead and I just had to hope that Chase had heard enough to know I was in trouble and where to find me.
I needn’t have worried. Over the hotel electrical system sparking and the water pipes bursting, and the screaming and sirens outside, I heard the distinctive sound of an Ember Runner’s engines. I crawled out from under the bed and was relieved to see that the roof was still intact, though there was no telling how long it would remain so. I quickly collected my bag, which I had yet to unpack, and the diplomatic papers scattered all over the floor and headed to the balcony doors. Chase had the Runner hovering at the level of the railing, the back hatch open. It was an easy jump from the shaky balcony and I was safe.
He landed us at the spaceport and I collected hugs and paid my very relieved rescuer properly with kisses for his excellent timing, he had gotten me away before the lower floors of the hotel collapsed. He swore he wasn’t letting me set foot in the capital alone again.
I reported to my contact at the conference, telling him that I was alive, had not been injured in the explosions at the hotel, that I was leaving Regalia and that they had my contact information when things calmed down.
And so I came home to Ontferia, none the worse for wear.
Fandom: Original Fiction - Lizards ‘verse
Series: Kat’s Therapy Journal - 27th Brathos, 5434
Prompt: Explosions
Medium: FIC
Rating: Gen
Word Count: 740
Summary: Ontferia Historical Record: 26th Brathos: 5434 - While on a diplomatic mission to Regalia, Commandant Katrin Cam’ree was trapped in her hotel room when a series of bombs went off.
Content Notes: No standard notes apply
27th Brathos, 5434
Subject: Bombing
So, Doctor Ellie, I should have expected you to make me recount what happened on the disastrous mission to Regalia. We didn’t achieve anything. The whole thing exploded. Haha, I am being funny. The conference was cancelled, called on account of bombing.
I had just gone into the room and set my stack of files down on the table when the building shook. I had not been expecting it, so it didn’t register at first what had happened. The building shook again, this time it seemed to lurch to one side. I knew that feeling. I’d been in enough buildings when explosives had gone off to know the signs and the smell.
Someone had bombed the hotel. To the best of my knowledge, all the delegates that were on Regalia for the Peace and Trade seminar were being housed in the same hotel, poor planning on the part of their security division, for just this reason.
I fell to the floor with the third explosion, which had been much closer. The windows blew out of my room and I scrambled for the meager cover the bed offered, hoping the mattress would absorb the flying glass and debris. I was on the fourth floor, too high to jump from the balcony and it was too dangerous to go running around the building until the explosions stopped. Just as I scooted under the bed, another explosion went off. Definitely bombs. This was no accident.
Huddled there, I heard the rumbling as parts of the building started to collapse. This was serious, the structural integrity of the building had been affected. I hoped that the roof didn’t come down around me. I also hoped that I would be able to get to the window to climb out when the dust began to settle.
Was I frightened? Let’s say I was concerned. I was on foreign soil, alone, and relying on someone else’s security protocols and itinerary. But I am never without my own resources or backup plans.
We had been prohibited from bringing any tech or weapons into the conference. But of course my team doesn’t let that stop them from gearing me up in a fashion that suits them. Wils had wired me with an intradermal transmitter/receiver, implanted behind my ear. I had complained about it at first, but now I was glad I caved in to the pressure from Hauck and Chase. With great relief, I initialized the transponder and listened to see if I was getting a signal. It was spotty and staticky, but it was working. I called for Chase, who was my backup for the mission, hoping he was receiving on his end. All I could hear was “Blackbird... what? Weak... bad signal.”
I kept repeating the same few sentences, saying that I was in the hotel, that there were bombs going off, and that I needed an emergency extraction. After a few repetitions, I heard the line fizz out and go dead and I just had to hope that Chase had heard enough to know I was in trouble and where to find me.
I needn’t have worried. Over the hotel electrical system sparking and the water pipes bursting, and the screaming and sirens outside, I heard the distinctive sound of an Ember Runner’s engines. I crawled out from under the bed and was relieved to see that the roof was still intact, though there was no telling how long it would remain so. I quickly collected my bag, which I had yet to unpack, and the diplomatic papers scattered all over the floor and headed to the balcony doors. Chase had the Runner hovering at the level of the railing, the back hatch open. It was an easy jump from the shaky balcony and I was safe.
He landed us at the spaceport and I collected hugs and paid my very relieved rescuer properly with kisses for his excellent timing, he had gotten me away before the lower floors of the hotel collapsed. He swore he wasn’t letting me set foot in the capital alone again.
I reported to my contact at the conference, telling him that I was alive, had not been injured in the explosions at the hotel, that I was leaving Regalia and that they had my contact information when things calmed down.
And so I came home to Ontferia, none the worse for wear.