Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2017 15:35:31 GMT -8
After the events of the virus that had recently spread throughout the ship Aeryn didn't want to think about the state of the gym she typically worked in and, although she was assured it had been thoroughly sanitized, Aeryn didn't trust it was thorough enough. She personally wiped and sanitized the gym equipment, some of which were not in their proper places, and tried hard not to think about what the entire area was used for while she was quarantined in the Eagle's Nest. She had just finished wiping down the last of the equipment when suddenly she found herself in the ship's security office. Pausing for a moment, she had no memory of traveling to deck eighteen whatsoever. How was that possible?
She would have known if she was transported traditionally as she always got a weird little butterfly sensation in her stomach when moved through space by that means, but as of that moment she felt nothing. Confused, she headed to the door of the Security Office to backtrack to the Gym, however, upon exiting she found herself once more entering the security office itself. She whirled to look back at the door as it closed behind her, before trying to exit through it once again. When finally she found herself back in Security again, she stopped. Was she dreaming? Was this some sort of elaborate hologram or illusion?
"Computer?" she called out tentatively, and it chimed in acknowledgement.
"What is my current location?" she asked.
//* You are currently in the Security Office on Deck 18 *//
"How did I get here?" she asked.
//* Please restate *//
"Have I recently taken a turbolift to this deck?" she asked.
//* Negative *//
"Was I transported here?" she asked.
//* Unknown *//
"Has there been any recent transporter activity on this deck?" she elaborated.
//* Unable to comply. Access to ship's transporter logs require at least level 2 ship-wide security clearance *//
"Right," she said. She wouldn't have access to those types of files as a civilian crewmember but, seeing as she didn't have the strange butterfly sensation of having been molecularly disassembled, transported, and reassembled, that was as good enough a verification as she was going to get. It would have been pointless to ask if the ship encountered any spacial anomalies as she probably would have received the same answer about her clearance level. It finally occurred to her that there was no one in security at the moment, which was odd, and as she was about to use her comm badge she suddenly felt it.
"Out of respect for my Father, I will allow you to choose the manner of your death, which will be carried out by those sharing your location. Failure to comply will result in all those whom you love to perish. You have twenty-four hours."
Aeryn had limited experience with telepathic communication before but this was like nothing she ever encountered. She couldn't escape it or block it out, and it was forced upon her. Then, just as quickly as it came, the communique disappeared and once again she was alone in her thoughts. What did the person or entity mean by choose the manner of her death? And carried out by someone sharing her location? As soon as she thought it she realized she wasn't alone in the room anymore. Who was it? And was this person really to be responsible for carrying out her death? Taking a centering breath, Aeryn turned slowly to face the other person in the room.
Tag: @kealan
She would have known if she was transported traditionally as she always got a weird little butterfly sensation in her stomach when moved through space by that means, but as of that moment she felt nothing. Confused, she headed to the door of the Security Office to backtrack to the Gym, however, upon exiting she found herself once more entering the security office itself. She whirled to look back at the door as it closed behind her, before trying to exit through it once again. When finally she found herself back in Security again, she stopped. Was she dreaming? Was this some sort of elaborate hologram or illusion?
"Computer?" she called out tentatively, and it chimed in acknowledgement.
"What is my current location?" she asked.
//* You are currently in the Security Office on Deck 18 *//
"How did I get here?" she asked.
//* Please restate *//
"Have I recently taken a turbolift to this deck?" she asked.
//* Negative *//
"Was I transported here?" she asked.
//* Unknown *//
"Has there been any recent transporter activity on this deck?" she elaborated.
//* Unable to comply. Access to ship's transporter logs require at least level 2 ship-wide security clearance *//
"Right," she said. She wouldn't have access to those types of files as a civilian crewmember but, seeing as she didn't have the strange butterfly sensation of having been molecularly disassembled, transported, and reassembled, that was as good enough a verification as she was going to get. It would have been pointless to ask if the ship encountered any spacial anomalies as she probably would have received the same answer about her clearance level. It finally occurred to her that there was no one in security at the moment, which was odd, and as she was about to use her comm badge she suddenly felt it.
"Out of respect for my Father, I will allow you to choose the manner of your death, which will be carried out by those sharing your location. Failure to comply will result in all those whom you love to perish. You have twenty-four hours."
Aeryn had limited experience with telepathic communication before but this was like nothing she ever encountered. She couldn't escape it or block it out, and it was forced upon her. Then, just as quickly as it came, the communique disappeared and once again she was alone in her thoughts. What did the person or entity mean by choose the manner of her death? And carried out by someone sharing her location? As soon as she thought it she realized she wasn't alone in the room anymore. Who was it? And was this person really to be responsible for carrying out her death? Taking a centering breath, Aeryn turned slowly to face the other person in the room.
Tag: @kealan