From the Freezer to the Frying Pan

Posted on Sun Aug 2nd, 2020 @ 11:32am by Lieutenant Brooks Balrog

Mission: Shore Leave
Location: Risa
Timeline: Current

ON:

{Somewhere on Risa, not Plastic Beach}

#SNIP#
The last thing Balrog saw before he passed out was his comm badge lying in the snow as he was carried further and further away from it.
#SNIP#

His teeth stopped chattering and his numbness began to disappear. A smile stretched across his face as his body slowly warmed.

"I'm saved," Balrog whispered to himself. He tried to stretch, but his arms didn't move. And his legs didn't either!

His eyes popped open to discover a fire raging below.

"I'm being shish kabob'd! Someone help me!"

OFF:

Oh no!

Lt. Brooks Balrog
Chief Operations Officer
USS Independence NCC-70401