sonya blade (sonya_blade) wrote in angellogs, @ 2015-10-20 20:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | christopher scott, sonya blade |
Who: Sonya Blade and Open
What: Arrival
When: Monday night
Where: any town
Rating: TBD
Sonya should've been grateful. A week after the invasion and there was a lot of work to be done. Not just cleaning and repairing the city, but the invasion showed just how bad an outer realm threat could be and that the military was woefully unprepared for one. While she and her allies managed to defeat Outworld, they'd still taken a beating, and really she should've been on medical leave sooner, but now that this was out in the open, everyone wanted as much intel and starting on Outworld as they could. She should've been relieved that they were now listening, but inwardly she just felt frustration: if they had done this sooner, so many lives wouldn't have been lost.
Truth be told, she delayed on the medical leave for other reasons. Her mother and some of her family were still alive, but she couldn't bring herself to face them anymore: to face a world that was supposed to be 'normal'. The military had always been her second family..now, now it felt like she was leaving them.
The plane ride was uneventful, almost dull in the entire eight hour flight from DC to Texas, making it tricky to not rely on sleep aids. Besides bruised ribs, fighting in the war left her face with a giant bruise and gash to her forehead that was only just starting to heal, and to say nothing of the abrasions covered by her BDUs-much as she needed sleep, allowing herself to relax was a challenge. Her aunt and uncle were alive, that was something she was glad for: this was supposed to allow her time to recover, to get back to civilization, and she wasn't sure she could be that way around her mother.
The flight comes to a final stop and Sonya flinched as the jerk set a sharp pain in her side, trying to breath it off. Her seat was in the back so it was a good ten minutes before she was able to take her bag from the overhead. The man who was sitting next to her (for the most part ignored) must've seen her discomfort because he offered to take her bag down for her, telling her that she did enough heavy lifting already for the country. She swallowed hard and nodded, following the line of people out towards the corridor connecting the plane to the actual airport.
Only..this wasn't the airport..this wasn't even indoors. Instead she found herself on a sidewalk, outside some town. The outside temperature warmer than the 60s it was supposed to be.
How..how'd she get here? The pain meds were wearing off, so she couldn't have gone suddenly from the plane to outside without being aware? And portal travel wasn't entirely subtle either.
Sonya hitched her duffel back over her shoulder, looking around to anyone or any sort of paper that would show her where and how she'd landed here.