FFM30: These Silver SoldiersDax was more than an arrangement of gears and wires under a sickly hued synthetic skin. Rachel knew this. She felt it in her core, but it didn't make it any less frustrating. Two years was just too long, and sleeping through danger didn't sit right. She settled in the pod, willing her mind to quiet.FFM30: These Silver Soldiers5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"It will be difficult if you do not relax," Dax said, "Breathe deep, Captain. I have reviewed all protocol. I am fully capable and fully prepared. Everything is going to be fine. Do you not trust me?" He did not smile. Rachel didn't know if he could.
The first injection stung, but it was followed by the comfortable warming of her limbs and a sleepy feeling. He was right. Everything would be fine. Dax would get them through the radiation belt. He'd pilot Ship and direct the maintenance bots. Hell, with his memory, he'd probably do a better job.
She tried to smile as he sealed and adjusted the pod's settings. She counted backward from ten. The silver D emblazoned across Dax's uniform wa