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Strange things afoot on Deck 11 (Augustine Chronicles Thread 3)

Posted March 1, 2021, 11:54 a.m. by Chief Warrant Officer Kodek Vonn (RTF Commander) (James Sinclair)

Posted by Joseph Franklin (Anomalous Individual) in Strange things afoot on Deck 11 (Augustine Chronicles Thread 3)
-USS Leviathan, Deck 11 between RTF Barracks and Cargo Bay 2-

At a glance, everything looked normal on Deck 11.

It wasn’t.

Outside the normal wavelength spectrum available to the naked human eye, things were very wrong.

What looked like a torn away, broken piece of bulkhead stretched across the Deck 11 Corridor, seemingly through Leviathan’s own internal structure. The wreckage was sparking, obviously alive with ruptured power conduits venting their wrath into showers of sparks.

Worse still, there were bodies. One lay crushed beneath the wrecked bulkhead, his arm floating off the deck plates, waving slowly as if in reverie. Other forms drifted slowly, turning and spinning in a silent ballet, bouncing off one another and the wreckage to which they belonged, but passing through what was clearly Leviathan’s surfaces.

One body was moving differently than the rest. A woman in a starfleet uniform, like the rest. Her shoulders were jerking as if she were sobbing, her head bobbing down to her chest. Her face, when it became visible, was bloodied and winced into a mask of pain as she cried silently into the ether.


Further up the corridor, Joseph Franklin opened his eyes.

Warmth… Oh thank God, life support is back online…

He reached a hand to steady himself as he floated, but found that his hand and wrist passed through the bulkhead instead of interacting with it.

This puzzled him deeply, and in his shock, he just stared.

Down the Corridor, the other direction, he heard faint sobbing along with the scraping and settling sounds of wreckage and debris moving against itself.

There was the occasional flash of sparks, and a wash of heat.

Smoke drifted through the air around him.

He looked at his hands.

They were stained with blood.

Vonn stood and motionlessly assessed the scene. It was… odd… to say the least. Nothing was detectable in the normal visual spectrum, but when viewing via gamma or radio wavelengths… two *opposite ends of the spectrum… the scene came into focus; although gamma was more clear. After contacting the bridge Vonn began to record the scene via the helmet and then, slowly, began making their way to the sobbing figure.

“Can you hear me?” the mechanized voice asked.

Vonn, RTF CO


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