Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder

As a sharp percussive explosion happened in quick-paced sequence in the background, Nyssa Quitail, the First Captain of the Flagship scurried over to the expanded-space chamber inside the Landship where the true core of the engine was located.

Each step was resolute, her eyes unwavering of the emotion that was building up beneath her chest.

Until it overflowed and began affecting her body. 

"Tch, why does it have to be now of all time…" Leaning her shoulder to the wall, her shaky hand rummaged her own pocket for something that was needed in this scenario. "Fuck! My medication ran out! I swear that I still have at least one or two of it, enough for the current operation, urgh…!!"

She hammered her hand to the wall of the Landship in fervent anger. Still unwavering, she placed her shaky hand in between her teeth before she bit it deep enough for the pain to dull the tremor