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[ as far as days went, nyota uhura was not having a great one. bad enough that the memorial for all those lost on the enterprise and earth during the entire khan affair was fresh in her mind; but when she'd opened her eyes, expecting her regulation issue apartment in san francisco, she'd been faced with something different altogether. and then she'd been jabbed with needles, talked at, and set free, despite all of her protestation and actual physical resistance.
where the hell was she?! ]
My name is Lieutenant Nyota Uhura and-- [ she breaks off into a hacking cough. oh, great. another thing that was new. just something else to add to the list. ] I am looking for the rest of my crew from the Enterprise and information on our current coordinates, as well as the situation. If anyone could bring me up to speed, I'd appreciate it.
[ more coughing. really, she looks quite green. someone should probably do something about that. or at least explain to her why she feels like she crawled out of her grave.
it probably had something to do with kirk. it always has something to do with him. still, she shies away from mentioning him (or spock) by name, wanting to withhold as much information as possible until she knew more about the situation. she fiddles with her phone for a moment, before sighing heavily. ]