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Not having noticed that it was now just the two of them, Trip saw a bright light at the end of the corridor they were in and he motioned to T'Pol that they should move in that direction.
Following Tucker T'Pol pulled her phase pistol out, since down here it would be best to be readily armed. And the time it took to pull, aim, and fire could mean death.
The corridor seemed to go on forever, but he pushed on since the light was also getting larger. Ironically just a few hundred years ago there were beliefs that led people to believe that when one was dying there was a tunnel with a light at the end of it. And that on the other side of that light would be the loved ones of those that had gone before. Charles Tucker the third was never one to believe those stories. But when he was finally about to reach the end of the tunnel the floor seemed to just disappear and he found himself sliding down some sort of ramp until finally he splashed down in some sort of sludge.
T’Pol had turned to look behind them, wondering where the Private had gone, and then realized her foot was going down, much lower than it should have been. She turned in time to see the sludge, but not nearly fast enough to stop.
Twisting she managed to smack her knee against the ramp, and slid into the nasty goo at Tuckers feet. Barely keeping her head above the foul concoction T’Pol looked around, a ladder, stairs.. another ramp. Some way out of this mess.
Trip saw that T'Pol was barely keeping her head above the orange sludge. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her so that she could speak and breath a bit better. "Any idea how far we are from where we were?" he asked her as he also looked around.
Following Tucker T'Pol pulled her phase pistol out, since down here it would be best to be readily armed. And the time it took to pull, aim, and fire could mean death.
The corridor seemed to go on forever, but he pushed on since the light was also getting larger. Ironically just a few hundred years ago there were beliefs that led people to believe that when one was dying there was a tunnel with a light at the end of it. And that on the other side of that light would be the loved ones of those that had gone before. Charles Tucker the third was never one to believe those stories. But when he was finally about to reach the end of the tunnel the floor seemed to just disappear and he found himself sliding down some sort of ramp until finally he splashed down in some sort of sludge.
T’Pol had turned to look behind them, wondering where the Private had gone, and then realized her foot was going down, much lower than it should have been. She turned in time to see the sludge, but not nearly fast enough to stop.
Twisting she managed to smack her knee against the ramp, and slid into the nasty goo at Tuckers feet. Barely keeping her head above the foul concoction T’Pol looked around, a ladder, stairs.. another ramp. Some way out of this mess.
Trip saw that T'Pol was barely keeping her head above the orange sludge. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her so that she could speak and breath a bit better. "Any idea how far we are from where we were?" he asked her as he also looked around.