The crackling continues but intermittently a voice breaks through with half formed words, some recognizable. Most are not, drowned out in sea of static. The voice belongs unmistakably to Sulu.
They're still too far from the edge of the interference to be heard. Jim runs with everything he has and digs deep for more, knowing her life may very well depend on it.
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Date: 2016-12-09 01:30 am (UTC)They're still too far from the edge of the interference to be heard. Jim runs with everything he has and digs deep for more, knowing her life may very well depend on it.