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"Cause I don't want to lose you."
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Y/N flu through the air, hurling down towards Vulcan. Her arms were to her sides, legs together and toes pointed, she followed behind all the men.
They got closer and closer to the machine, "Viorel, to Enterprise, distance to target, 5,000 meters," Y/N said into her comlink.
All the men were yelling how close they got as they were falling, "2,000 meters," Kirk said.
"Pull your chute!" Sulu yelled and pulled his as Kirk did the same.
Y/N was about to pull hers, but saw Olson wasn't opening his chute; he then yelled, "2,000 meters!"
"Come on, pull your chute, Olson!" Kirk yelled.
"No, not yet! Not yet! 1,500 meters!"
"Olson, open your chute!" Y/N yelled, pasting Kirk and Sulu, trying to get close to Olson. "Bloody hell, Olson, pull your chute!" She yelled, getting close to him.
"1000 meters!" He yelled but screamed when he finally hit his chute, when Y/N was beside him yelling at him. His chute sent Y/N flying back.
Olson hit the machine, and his chute got caught in the fire on the bottom of the machine, taking him.
"Olson is gone, sir!" Chekov's voice came through the comms.
Y/N was thrown back and knew she couldn't pull her chute because she would end up dead, like Olson. When she felt an arm wrap around her waist, she looked up to see Kirk, "grab on!"
Y/N pulled herself closer to him, wrapping her legs around his waist, arms around his neck, facing him. "You're enjoying this too much!"
"Yes," he nodded, "yes, I am!"
Y/N shook her head and then held on tight when the two were about to land. They hit the deck of the machine, Y/N rolling away.
Kirk grunted as his chute was pulling him down to the bottom of the machine; he held onto the machine, not letting go.
Y/N saw what was happening and ran over, taking a knife off her thigh, and cutting the chute lines. Kirk took his helmet off, panting. Y/N smirked and took her helmet off, too, her hair still in that low bun, all the pieces that fell out, being blown in the wind.
"Thanks, Princess," he looked up at the woman, a slight smirk on his face.
"Your welcome, Loverboy," she shook her head. Y/N looked up when a hatch opened to a Romulan coming out. Y/N ran at him, making the Romulan fall, then punching him. A second Romulan threw her off; Y/N stood and looked at the two. She grabbed a sword handle off each thigh, then clicked a button for the swords to fly out. One red, one blue.
