Incurable Disease (ST:AR Bones)

~Chapter 4~

I suited up into the red space jump suit as Jim got into his blue one, Sulu hopped into his yellow one and the engineer Olson dressed into the other red coloured suit. We followed Pike into shuttle 89, buckling up and awaiting his okay. "You've got the charges, right?" James questioned Olson, unsure of the male.

"Oh yeah. Can't wait to kick some Romulan ass mate." The Australian engineer replied enthusiastically.

"Yeah." My brother droned off. Probably thinks he's an unpredictable risk taker.

"Oh yeah. Got the spares sheila?" He directed at me. I tapped the canisters on my hip containing the extra charges I was trusted with, in case something went wrong with the first set. The shuttle finally took off and I watched as we got further and further away from the Enterprise.

"So what kind of combat training do you have?" Jim inquired Sulu, hoping that we'd be able to trust his defensive skills.

"Fencing." Oh...

After a minute of awkward silence, Captain Pike finally alerted us of the time."Pre-jump." We all stood from our seats as the door that separated us from the captain closed. We stood at our stations and held onto the bar above our heads. "Gentlemen and lady, we're approaching the drop zone. You have one shot to land on that platform. They may have defences, so pull your chute as late as possible. Three, two, one."

The bars shot up and our bodies were practically glued to the roof of the shuttle. I tried to control my breathing as I became anxious about our task. "Remember, the Enterprise won't be able to beam you back until you've turned off that drill. Good luck." The door below us opened to reveal the Vulcan planet below. All of us let go as the gravity began to draw us in, darting us towards the planet.

I couldn't hear anything but my own ragged breaths. The body suit I was in began to heat up, making me feel all the more claustrophobic. I stared directly at the planet, my head beginning to feel a shooting pain due to the atmospheric pressure. My jaw tightened as I watched us drop from the view of dangerously dark space into an orange, fiery tinted sky.

The pain eased from my head, dimming down to a duller ache. I searched for the platform and leaned towards it, noticing my height from the target was 5800 meters. I finally saw the others in the corner of my eye and it didn't take long before I heard my brother over the communicator. "Kirk to Enterprise. Distance to target 5 000 m."

"4500 meters and counting." Sulu alerted.

"4000 meters." I joined.

"3000 meters, 3000 meters." Olson continued, his voice with a tinge of challenge, in which I disapproved of and worried about.

"2500 meters."

"Pull the chute." At my brother's command, I slammed my hand on my chest where a large button was, allowing my parachute to release behind me. My body was jerked up at the sudden force that my chute was pushing against. Sulu and Jim joined me as we floated slowly down. However, Olson proceeded and disregarded the safety of his chute.

"2000 meters!" The engineer proudly yelled.

"Pull your chute, Olson."

"No, not yet. Not yet. 1500 meters!"

"Open the chute!" I demanded, seeing the worst of what was bound to happen.

"Olson, pull your chute!" Jim commanded with me but the male refused again, ignoring our concerns.

"1 000 meters!" The male laughed triumphantly and finally pulled the chute. But it was too late.

"Olson!" We screamed, as he landed on the platform roughly before rolling off with the momentum. His chute, caught in the beam from the platform, dragged Olson into the flame, his shrieks piercing through our communicators.