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MPT- "Six Hours From Evil"- Bridge

Posted Oct. 12, 2020, 1:50 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Ryder Raauhl (Executive Officer) (J Ridgley)

Posted by Ensign Tellek Bog (Engineer) in MPT- “Six Hours From Evil”- Bridge

Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in MPT- “Six Hours From Evil”- Bridge

Posted by Captain Zachariah Cobb (Commanding Officer) in MPT- “Six Hours From Evil”- Bridge
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The display of space shifted, and a the image of the Leviathan bridge filled the viewscreen. Cobb saw himself, dead, in the chair, Ryder could make out his body on the floor, a massive cavity in his chest, and Synthi-er could see her limp and deflated body. The rest of the crew laid about bloodied and motionless. The image permeated the screen for about three minutes and then ended.

StoryTeller S

The view before her on the screen was horrific. She’d seen masacures before, up close and personal, but this, this was the Leviathan crew. Her face paled slightly as she watched.

“Lt Synthi-er,” Cobb murmured, his voice thin and wavering. “Scan for lifesigns.”

Casela nodded and began the scan. She also ran a diagnostic on the sensors to make sure they weren’t being tricked. She waited, hoping to find some sign that the whole crew was not dead.

This had to be an illusion. A trick. Was it remnant energy from the Sandman still throwing them into waking nightmares? Had the Andromeda’s Tomb artifact broken free from its newly-erected containment?
Moving back to his seat, Zachariah quickly contacted the containment shift leader.
=^=This is the captain. I want an immediate update on our newest anomaly. I also want all currently housed anomalies checking and re-checking and I want someone to do a full sweep of both Nakuto and McHarrie’s laboratories. You find anything at all that might be causing hallucinatory effects on this ship then you are to report it to me immediately via a secure channel. Understand?=^=

The contact terminated, he returned his attention to the gathered officers, each one appearing as uneasy as he himself felt.

Casela sent a note to her staff, waking the off duty officers up as well informing them of what had occured and to keep it quiet. No need to panic the whole crew, yet. She also ordered them to speak with Doc Fey about the possibility of needing sedatives on hand incase anyone had trouble sleeping, or had a mental break down of some kind.

“Crew,” his tone remained muted, cautious, as if the words themselves walked a precipice of control. “I understand how difficult that was for some of us to see. Right now we are unable to determine whether it is real or merely a trick. I ask you to put the wider implications of it from your mind and continue to perform your duties to the best of your abilities. Lt Synthi-er’s counselling team will be on hand for emergency appointments for as long as that might be needed.” A quick nod to Casela to confirm the order, although Cobb knew she had probably already requested it herself.

Then finally, turning to his First Officer, Zachariah beckoned him over to where he and Casela currently sat.
“I am open to every suggestion at this point,” he informed the pair. “Although sending an away team over will, for now, remain at the very bottom of the list.”

  • Captain Zachariah Cobb

“Captain, I would suggest having Cpt Manhattan use his access to link with the containment decks there to ensure any anomalies are still contained. I would recommend Lt Cmdr GLaDOS, Lt Cmdr McHarrie, and Nakuto be ordered to do the same.” Casela was not going to suggest an RTF team go. And if they did she was NOT going. Nope. not. this. time. When the screen finally went blank, she was thankful. She looked at Cobb and at Raauhl to determine their mind state. It was disturbing, and she didn’t like it either, but were they okay enough to continue to be in the CIC. That was her first concern.
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

So unnerved had Cobb been by the sight of his own, lifeless body, that the containment units on the ‘other’ Leviathan had not even crossed his mind. But now, with Casela’s prompting, they did and with a force that turned his face white beneath the dark beard.
“My god, you’re right,” he whispered. “The anomalies!”

Leaping once more from his seat, Zachariah hurried to the centre console and sat down at one of the terminals, his hands scurrying with urgency across the controls as he punched in his command codes and attempted to interface with the other ship’s central computer.

A scan of the other vessel showed there was a single, solitary lifesign moving about its decks. It appeared to be heading toward the bridge.

StoryTeller S

Casela ordered the computer to run a detailed bioscan of the life sign coming from the other Leviathan. If it was a member of the crew, the computer would recognize the signature and identify.

Have digested the image and the reactions of those around him Ryder was unsure of himself until finally, his inner thoughts came out, “As much as I don’t want to but I recommend sending an away team directly to the bridge fully suited with a portable forcefield emitter. If we act quickly we could ambush the life sign on the bridge.” He turned to Casela as if to silently say get read. “I will lead the away team with Lt Synthi-er, Capt Manhattan and two other RTF officers, maybe an engineer. We should have security on high alert and go to red alert.”

  • Lt Cmdr Raauhl, XO

“Now, let’s not be too hasty here, Commander,” Cobb sputtered, surprised and somewhat alarmed at his XO’s eagerness to board the other vessel. “Do you not recall anything from temporal philosophy at the academy? How easily the balance of the universe can be destroyed if we put a single, inter-dimensional foot wrong?”
He shot a glance at the Counselor in an attempt to read whether he should be concerned at Raauhl’s current disposition.

“Prepare a team, Commander,” he finally conceded. “But you are not to leave until you get explicit orders to do so from me and me alone. Understand?”

Casela raised a silent brow in question. Really? He really wanted to take an away team over there? The last time they sent an away team without knowing what they were dealing with, they lost 3 officers. And like some twisted joke of fate, he’d ordered her to go. They needed more information, and she was good at that. “I would suggest, first, that we don’t know the life sign in hostile. Probable, but we don’t know for sure. I’m waiting for the computer to give me the person’s identity. Second, as far as we can tell this IS the Leviathan. Captain you could use your access codes to remotely control the ship and just as easily erect a force field around the person, or order the ship to drop shields and we can beam that person directly to the brig.”

“Additionally if you can do that captain, you can get us all the information we need. Status of the containment decks, life support systems, engineering, any ship’s system.”

“I am…trying to connect to them now…” the captain continued to pound at the terminal controls…

She pulls up the current duty roster, “For RTF I would suggest Lihew, he’s an excellent engineer, and Niven, she’s a brilliant scientist, and they are top notch RTF agents. Plus they aren’t occupied with dealing with our current problems on the containment deck and cargo bay. I’m sure Cpt Manhattan may have a better suggestion though. Should we summon him up here so he knows what is going on?” She was totally AGAINST going, but she had this horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach that they were going to have to go anyway.
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

“Aye,” Zachariah nodded, still facing the terminal screen, “Summon Manhattan. Oh and, Surda too. By now she should know the containment protocols better than most on this ship. Let us just hope that the other Leviathan has a similar configuration and set-up.”

  • Captain Zachariah Cobb

=^=Cpt Manhattan, Lt Surda, report to the CIC immediately.=^=

“You know you don’t have time for this right? You’ve got less than six hours” William Hampton said, sitting in Captains chair. He was smirking. “You keep running around in circles you will never have a chance against that creature.” He chuckled. “But incompetence was always a hallmark of this crew.” He held up one of the Captain’s bottles of scotch, and took a sip from it. “I can’t say I’m surprised to see you are all quaking in your boots, disturbing stuff what I did over there, I’ll admit, but its not as if you all don’t deserve it.” He smirked and bounced out of the chair. “I could kill all of you right now with a thought, but that wouldn’t be fun, and I would be depriving your Hampton the same pleasure I have felt.”

Mr. Hampton

The captain turned and glared at the man in the chair. This was all his fault. That night on the holodeck, he’d been given a chance to save Hampton, to convince him that this battle that was life did not have to be fought alone. He had failed and now, this thing in the chair, was that failure made real for all to see.

Six hours? Casela typed in a command and a count down appeared on the main view screen. Hampton was a twisted individual. It had gotten worse since the incident with Sandman, or maybe he was just more open about it. But she had no doubt that he was telling the truth about the time line.

Ryder turned to see Hampton as he took a sip from a bottle, “Lieutenant Hampton” He growled somewhat but could sense something wasn’t quite right with the picture infront of him. He tapped his comm badge “Security to the bridge” he stood armed crossed, for some reason he had no doubt that whatever wss happening was about to get out of of control very quickly.

  • Lieutenant Cmdr Raauhl, XO

Hampton was, at last report, on the containment deck. Doing what he did best, finding ways to imprison and torture anomalies. Casela got up from her chair and not so subtly put herself between the Cpt and Cmdr. “Distrubing yes. I’m surprised though, you always said you didn’t have time to kill me the way I deserved.” She wasn’t sure if this was really Hampton, or something that had taken on his essence, but he scared her more than Shadow man did. And that was no small feat. Where was Manhattan and Surda? And why did she listen to Ryder when he told her to leave her weapons locked in a locker? Never again, if they survived this, he could shove it where the sun didn’t shine. Before she changed her mind, with all the gift she possed, Casela attempted to read this thing in front of them.
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

The Lieutenant could feel two sensations, both at levels she could barely comprehend. The first was power. The being in front of her was surging with it, he could do nearly anything he wanted, he knew it. It had something to do with the orb, she could tell that much, but not even Hampton understood the connection. The second, and slightly stronger feeling, was hatred. He was teeming with it. This was William Hampton, she could be sure of that. His anger was undeniable.

He chuckled, “Believe me Counselor, your weapons would do nothing to save you.” He said, addressing her thoughts.

Timing is everything or so they say, Quinn on most occasions agreed but sometimes being spontaneous was just refreshing. She walked on the bridge from the lift doorway, unawares of the situation, she was bringing a new culinary masterpiece up for Cobb Casela and the rest of the bridge personnel, filled croissants, chocolate, jellies, maple syrup, hazelnut, and some cups of coffee, she had a thermos of hot chocolate too. Her bright smile fell as she took in the way folks were standing. “What the fiddle faddle and fudge nuggets has happened now?” She retorted as she walked over towards Cobb, Casela and Raauhl. The tray of treats, coffee balanced in her hands with the big thermos bumping against her left thigh as it hung from a hook on her belt.

  • Quinn Emery Kindle Yeoman/RTF

Ooc if that’s not okay let me know what you want me to edit. :-)

OOC: It’s brilliant (and hilarious!)

IC: “By the gods, Kindle, get behind me, eh!” the captain found himself reaching out and, in his panic, physically moving his yeoman to the back of the group and away from the Hampton-thing. The spilled pastries he could mourn later, following the inevitable grief for this mirror-image of his crew. But he refused to add anyone currently inside this room to that list.

“What do you want, Hampton?” Zachariah spat, stepping to the front of the group so that he could lock eyes with the other man. “You want to kill me and take my place? This ship would eat you alive in a week, boy! But go ahead, be my guest. We both know the only thing I have to fear in death is that I might fail to drag you down there with me.”

His own disposition remained resolute, his posture solid and almost entirely unmoving… save for that one, infinitesimal, glance towards the door in the hope that Manhattan or Surda would appear. Armed.

  • Captain Zachariah Cobb

Hampton laughed at the Captain’s boldness. “You petulant creature, your boldness nearly matches your stupidity. I’ve already told you what I want. Your Hampton will get the satisfaction of killing you slowly. I want you to suffer until then, I want to make your last hours a living hell, when your Hampton returns to bring death to you all, I will have made you so desperate for an escape that you will welcome his arrival.” He pointed to the science stations on the bridge. Data was being transferred from the other Leviathan to this one. “In the mean time, you should do some research on what is coming your way, you’ve only got five and a half hours left before the creature attacks.”

He gave a smirk, “Don’t say I didn’t help you. I must be on my way. I have some work to attend to for now, but don’t worry, I’ll be back.” He grinned at the Captain and the rest of the crew on the bridge. “Until next time, keep your head on a swivel, and always be vigilant. Well…” He paused, and looked at the NE at the helm. “Except you.” The Ensign’s head was suddenly no longer on her shoulders. There was no gash, not cut, no sign that it had been removed, it was as if the body had been born without a head, the neck was simply a stubble that didn’t attach to anything. The body slumped off the helm and Hampton chuckled maniacally for a few moments, and then he was gone.

Mr. Hampton

Quinn had started to exclaim at Hamilton for calling the Captain petulant and then his sudden and disburingly silent kill of the helm officer, followed by a maniacal laugh, had her shaking with fear and fury the cups rattling on the tray in her hands. After Hamilton vanished, she wrinkled her nose and looked up at Cobb, her eyes bright, she had seen some horrible things but what Hamilton had done was worse because it had been against his own shipmate. “Coffee?” Quinn asked her voice quiet though she wanted nothing more than to go feline and dear h the bridge to see where Hamilton had come from not how he’d left without an apparent trace.

  • Quinn Kindle, Yeoman/RTF

Ooc if that’s not okay just let me know what you want me to edit. :-)

“Coffee, aye,” Cobb whispered, as if in a daze, his eyes fixed on the body of their former helmsman, the body that, until only seconds ago, had not been complete without its head. Had her known such an end was upon him? Had he felt pain in those final microseconds when his head had simply ceased to exist? Or had it been mercifully quick? Relatively painless? Zachariah could only pray for the latter.

Glancing at Casela, he wondered if the same thought was reverberating through her own mind as through his - that if Hampton thought there was a hell left that Zachariah Cobb had not already seen then he was as ignorant as he was cruel. Still, the same could not be said for all of his crew and it was those innocents they had to protect now.

“Lt Synthi-er,” his voice was as calm and controlled as could be mustered under the circumstances, “please contact medical and arrange for someone to remove and then take care of the body.”

High stress situations were a way of life for Casela. After years of training she simply began to respond. She heard the body fall rather than look at it as she watched ‘Hampton’ disappear. She scanned the room slowly. “Computer I want sensor readings for the last 20 minutes, focused on Lt. William Hampton, from the moment he appeared on the bridge until he disappeared.” She then turned and looked at the body. She crossed to it and knelt down. “Computer, emergency transport of NL jg Swatton to the morgue. Inform Lt. Katsil of his arrival,” Casela ordered the computer softly. And then she turned to look at the rest of the crew and tapped her combadge. =^=En Bog, what is Lt. Hampton doing right now?=^=

Then she walked back over to the central command table. Choosing her words carefully. “I can tell you with utmost certainty that that thing IS William Hampton. I read him, I touched his mind.” She actually pales, the sensation was terrifying, unlike anything she’s ever encountered as a telepath. “As you can see he can and will do whatever he wants to us. And he’s drowning in his hatred, of us, the crew, the ship, and who knows what else. He’s seething in power, and it’s connected to that orb. He doesn’t know how or why, but he is. And he is beyond deadly series about his dead line.” A thought came to her, maybe she could track him telepathically, and without telling Cobb, Raauhl, or Kindle was she was doing, she tried to track him and get a sense of what he was doing.

Then, turning to Kindle, he offered his young yeoman a reassuring smile as he continued, “I think we could all be forgiven for needing something a little stronger than coffee at this moment. Yourself included, if it pleases.”

Then at an urgent yet measured pace, he moved quickly over to the science station and, beckoning for Raauhl to join him, took a seat and began to study the incoming data…

  • Captain Zachariah Cobb
    Lt Synthi-er, CNS

=^= The gods rotted anomaly ate him =^= Came the deep guttural growl and squeezing teeth of a very angry Tellarite.

Bog

The Trill officer followed Cobb across the room and studied the readouts over his shoulder growling “Computer turn on communication request to the bridge and redirect them to ops.” Maybe it would work maybe it wouldn’t who would know. “Do you think he’s serious or some kind of game like the last Anomoly?”

  • LtCmde Raauhl, XO

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