Posted by Captain Zachariah Cobb (Commanding Officer) in MPT- “Six Hours From Evil”- Bridge
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Posted by Crewman Quinn Emery Kindle (Yeoman / RTF) in MPT- “Six Hours From Evil”- Bridge

Posted by Lieutenant William Hampton (Chief Engineering Officer) in MPT- “Six Hours From Evil”- Bridge
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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 search the bridge to see where Hamilton had come from and now how he’d left without an apparent trace.

• Quinn Kindle, Yeoman/RTF

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“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.

Hampton was everywhere and no where at the same time. The sensor data and her telepathic reaching would confirm. The computer began listing off every deck and and every section in which Hampton’s DNA was detected. In her mind, as she reached out, she felt surrounded by his presence. ‘You are a full if you think your abilities will be able to help you.’ Hampton’s voice rang out in her head.

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 data coming in on the console was information from the other ship, sensor readings, logs, internal ship data, various items which were all verifying what Hampton was warning. There was a creature set to attack Leviathan in five hours.

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

Bog

=^=What do you mean, ate him?!=^= Cobb roared in reply as his fist pounded against a comms button, =^=What the hell are you saying, Mr Bog?!!!=^=
Of course, he knew exactly what the Tellarite was trying to say. But could not, would not accept it. He turned to look at Casela, his eyes seeking in hers the nauseating sickness of loss beginning to bubble up within his own soul.

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

“Gods, I don’t know, Ryder,” Zachariah admitted desperately, the majestic temple of control he had built around this situation crumbling to dust by the second. “Can we get confirmation on Hampton’s…condition? Please?”

Storyteller S

Quinn muttered a few words under her breath as the helm officer was beamed to Sickbay, whatever Hamilton w had been he obviously wasn’t the same now. She shook her head slightly as she brought over the remaining croissants, then she walked to the Ready room and brought Cobb one of his choice bottles of liquor. The thermos of hot chocolate still thumping against her left thigh as she walked. “Here you go Sir, I appreciate the offer but I will hold that for after we settle the account for Hamilton’s actions.” She didn’t like to drink unless she was absolutely certain there wasn’t going to be a need to turn feline. Horking up hairballs covered in liquor was very unpleasant. Quinn preferred not making the same mistake twice if she could avoid it.

She poured a cup of the hot chocolate for herself and saluted the Captain with a sad grin.

• Quinn Kindle, Yeoman/RTF

Cobb accepted the drink with gratitude and lapsed into a strained silence as he studied the details being uploaded from the other Leviathan. So many questions, like withered hands reaching out to drag him into the darkness. But so far, not a single answer to penetrate the gloom.
“Well, Mr Raauhl,” the captain whispered eventually, sitting back in his seat and running trembling hands across his face, “it looks like you might get your away team after all. We need every scrap of information we can find on whatever is coming for the Leviathan. Our Leviathan. Assemble your team.”

Then with a shake of the head, he tapped wearily at his commbadge. =^=Crewman Polizzi, any luck with the artifacts yet?=^=

• Captain Zachariah Cobb

. =^= bolt of energy breached containment and struck Hampton. He faded a way wile cursing me.=^= The voice was the same one that had spoke to the Captain about seeing ghosts., not at all the usual brash irritated one.

Bog