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Posted Aug. 15, 2020, 9:09 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Peter Sigmundsson (Chief Intelligence Officer) (Hjortur Ingi)

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Posted by Lieutenant Commander Peter Sigmundsson (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Main Sim - Deck 8

Posted by Gamemaster Matrix (GM) in Main Sim - Deck 8
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Unlike the other members of the Senior Staff, Peter requested quarters on deck 8, the Quarters doubled as the Intelligence Offices and their proximity to the Security Offices, Armory and Brig allowed him a more secure area to perform the dull business of reading intelligence reports and his various side jobs, his Work with Captain Nakuto regarding the disappearances of the Viking crew, His work with Junior Grimshaw and on a related note his continual surveillance of said man.He had just finished his latest work and decided on a short walk to stretch his legs.

After a few moments stalled out of warp, the ship itself seemed to bend and twist. “Warning: warp core breach imminent. 30 seconds to detonation.”

“Warning: warp core breach imminent. Detonation in progress.”

“Warning: warp core has breached. 20 seconds past detonation.”

Then everything went black.

-Matrix

As soon as the first alarm started Peter started running, he knew that there wasn’t anything he could do. when the second description came he stopped dead in his tracks, closed his eyes, and thought of home. Then when nothing came and he opened his eyes once more and could see nothing and for a second he considered if he was truly dead. Why would death keep announcing in that Starfleet Computer Voice? He looked around to see if he could find out where exactly he was, he hadn’t run for more than 30 seconds so he couldn’t be that far from his office. He placed his hand on the wall and started walking back to his office, his other hand touched his combadge and he waited to see if it chirped.

CIO

Peter’s combadge did respond to his touch, relaying a message. =/\=We are the Borg. You will be assimilated. Your biological and technological distinctiveness will be added to our own. Resistance is futile.=/\=

-Matrix

Peter stopped immediately as the message came through, his blood ran cold and he fell to one knee. His right hand went to his lower back and under his jacket and found the metal handle of his knife. He pulled it out carefully and quietly. The knife had a curved blade and handle followed by a safety ring on the end. He grasped the Karambit tightly before standing back up and quickly continuing his journey through the hall. If he could get to the armory and security offices he might be able to find out what the hell was going on, there shouldn’t be any Borg threats out here. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, he was more than worried that much was certain.

CIO

As he made his way through the halls, where there should have been doors, there were Borg alcoves. Taking a few turns, he came almost to the security offices. Interrupting his path was a single drone, recognisable under all of its cybernetics as Sigmundur Karlson.

-Matrix

Peter froze dead in his tracks, his mind racing as he saw his father covered in Borg cybernetics. He involuntarily let out a single word escape his lips “Pabbi?” His free hand shot to his mouth to quiet himself. At first, he felt confusion at seeing his fathers face, his ship had been confirmed destroyed and later the Borg Cube that killed him had itself been destroyed, was it possible that he’d been assimilated and somehow survived. His mind flooded with possible solutions as he stood frozen in his tracks, staring at a face he hadn’t seen in thirty years. Next, he felt fear, something he hadn’t really felt in a long time, how could they have set up alcoves in such a short time and how did his father find him…

Then it was as if a switch was flipped from fear to unyielding rage. Until now his hatred of the Borg had been abstract, he had only fought them once before and now they had his father or someone wanted him to think they had him, right now it didn’t matter. He clenched his jaw, tightened his grip on the Karambit in his hand, and walked towards his father, all he had to do was sneak past him without seeming a threat, he knew he could take out a single drone but one wearing the face of his long lost father was an entirely different thing.

CIO

The drone did not seem to perceive any threat, and thus made no efforts to seize Peter. But he was watched as he passed.

-Matrix

Peter resisted the urge to reach out and touch his father, he knew that it could be misconstrued as an assault. He gave the drone one last look before steeling himself and quietly moving on, he wondered how they had set up alcoves in a matter of minutes. He was still working under the assumption that this was a Borg event but it didn’t make sense but seeing as he had no tricorder or access to internal sensors he’d have to trust his eyes for now.

CIO

As he walked, the Borg technology seemed to envelop the ship more and more completely. After a moment, he heard footsteps from behind him. The drone of his father was following as he walked. It kept a 5 foot distance.

-Matrix

Peter cursed quietly as he saw more of the dreadful technology, the further he went the less this made sense, and now his father… no, the Drone was following him. He couldn’t think of it as his father no matter how much it pained him. He turned around slightly and watched his pursuer. This was not the normal function of a Drone as far as he knew although he had only Starfleet guidelines and protocol in dealing with them in person “Drone” He called out “What is your designation?” He asked as he continued to maintain the same five-foot distance. He hoped that it was as curious about him as he was about it.

CIO


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