#kmjaneway 001.

[fatalelity]

@kmjaneway​ / cont’d !

"I'm fine, doctor," she says, and the doctor is advised to focus on the other patients, the crew members she wasn't able to shield during this latest Kazon attack. She grits her teeth against the pain, maintains as close an air to full control as she can manage. The fact that she's cradling a wound to her side is unimportant; she's more focused on those laid up in sickbay, recipients of the doctor's very attentive care. Her chest tightens—she did what she could. They're not dead. They'll live. And Voyager and the rest of her crew are out of harm's way...almost.

"What about them? What's the prognosis?"

janeway’s insistence on being fine is something she’s heard one too many times.   it doesn’t take a betazoid to sense that the captain’s in pain,  that the captain is holding back,  &  that the captain is lying by omission.  the adjustments from the enterprise’s elaborate sickbay with a plentitude of staff to now aboard voyager where all she has is a hologram & a very eager ocampan nurse in training —— this puts all her skills to the test  &  despite difficulties triaging,  prioritizing severities of injuries,   it would appear that the worst has passed. 

“   well,  there are several concussions, superficial lacerations,  &  minor phaser burns.   those who were in critical condition have been treated —— kes & neelix are monitoring their vital signs whilst lieutenant paris & the EM —— t-the doctor are treating the rest.   ”   a deep breath in,  wry smile on her face.   “   in short  :   we will be fine ... physically.   psychologically — i... i’m uncertain.   ”

“   you’re in pain.   i can sense it   &   i can feel it practically radiating on my side.   so, let me take a look,  captain.   ” 

[colnerys]

her third cup of raktajino in her hand, a longing gaze out into the vastness of the delta quadrant — god, the fucking delta quadrant. there’s an uneasy feeling that’s been gnawing at her for a long time : this unsettling feeling of war about to find itself on bajoran soil once again. call it a resistance fighter’s intuition but her stomach’s been turning, flipping & somersaulting at the thought of not knowing what’s going on to her people ... and feeling responsible for her lack of vigilance & now she’s all alone out here after finally getting settled in on deep space nine. 

then, the hiss of the door to the mess hall catches her attention and kira immediately straightens herself, donning on the brave face she’s learned to wear so easily in the face of death & fear.  eyes turning to @kmjaneway​ before taking a deep breath.   “  captain.   ”    voice uncharacteristically polite. it’s as if outside of anger & conflict, she has no idea how to express any form of other emotions.   “   it’s uh ... it’s late.   ”

[cptnseven]

CANON DIALOGUE STARTER CALL.

never since being freed from the collective has seven shied away from speaking her mind,   and this instance is no exception as  (  @kmjaneway​  )   is met with a forceful declaration,   “you’re being too careless,”