[color=#000000
ost_uid0]Oh oh oh, are we posting stories?
I wrote this log a little while ago. It's part of an ongoing story intertwined with other on going stories, but I got some really good response from it and it's an example of using emotion in your stories, so i'll post it.
Background: Ariela just had a fight with her boyfriend Tom and she's stormed off in a rage after she took him off duty (She outranks him)
=/\= Holodeck =/\=
The turbolift doors swished open, and Ariela punched her way through them before they were even fully open as she stomped towards the holodeck doors. "Computer, Ariela alpha chi beta four!" she yelled. The doors there too swished open, revealing a plain room with a batleth dangling in mid air.
With a scream she pulled it out of the air with her hands as a klingon with his own batleth appeared infront of her. She thrust forward and met his blade with her own, shoving it to the side as she quickly brought it back and slashed across his stomach. There was anger in her, and no fear as she swung the batleth over her head and down into the klingons shoulder.
He disolved before her eyes and two more appeared on opposite sides of her body at the same time. Without hesitation she turned her back towards one, and her front towards the other. With one step forward she swung again at the first Klingon and continued her motion to the second standing behind her. She twirled as she grunted to strike each of them in turn.
Her grunts turned into growls as the movements of their weapons became faster and more furious. She ignored the blood on her batleth as she plunged it into the first klingon's stomach, using her foot on his chest to pry it lose again and gain momentum to slash the second across his face.
She screamed at him to channel her rage as she slashed back and forth.
Back and forth.
The weapon was not ment to be used this way and soon she was exhausted as her sore arms slowed their movements. The batleth felt heavy in her hands and it was decidedly hard to lift it. The slaughtered Klingon infront of her dissolved and Ariela turned to view the one last remaining Klingon.
Persperation fell from her temple as curls of hair, fallen from its bun, fell onto her face and stuck there. She breathed heavily, the weapon pointed downards at the floor, as she stared up into the menicing alien before her eyes. He was her anger. And she was angry at him. She was mad at him.
She hated him.
"Don't let personal feelings get in your way of Command," she heard Trael say in her head as the Klingon went for her. With some effort she raised the blade to meet his.
Cling. Clang. "It's too hard!" she yelled aloud.
The klingon was stronger than she was and he pushed her backwards. She had to brace herself with her foot to stop his movements. "I don't know what to do!" she pleaded. She could feel her remaining strength leaving her arms as she tried to hold him there, but was failing. "Tell me what to do!"
With a flick of his wrists, the Klingon raised her blade above her head and knocked it from her hands. He advanced on her as she fell backwards, landing hard on the floor. He raised the Batleth above his head as he readied for the kill. She screamed one last final scream as the blade moved down and struck her across her neck and chest.
She was defeated.
The view of the holodeck returned as her surroundings shimmered away. The unhurt Ariela rolled onto her side and brought her knees up to her chest as she started to cry. All the anger and frustration poured out of her body through her tears as she rocked back and forth. There was nothing left in her body now. All the anger and strenght had run away and she was left with an uncontrolable sadness. Her sobbing made it hard for her to breath as she gasped and coughed on the floor. "Tom.. don't you realize how much I love you?" she cried uncontrolably.
=====
=/\= ACommander Jeral Ariela
Acting Executive Officer, USS Crazy Horse
Starfleet Liaison, Security Council
"All that we are is the result of what we have remembered."[/color
ost_uid0]