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As this drama unfolded, a drama of its own was unfolding on deck 32, from within Fleet Admiral @NicholasJohn16's dimly lit quarters, which were illuminated only by the occasional flicker of a pair of Ferengi earwax candles that he'd lit on his dining table for ambience.  Reaching across the table and past an impressive spread of culinary delights, including Szechuan Targ, sauteed Ratamba stew, and a generous cut of snail steak, Admiral Nick clutched @Gravity's hand, holding it in a tender and loving embrace. 

"I've waited for five years for the perfect moment to sneak you into my quarters" whispered Nick... "commanding officers can't be seen in the romantic company of... subordinates, you understand; you're ABSOLUTELY sure that your crazy and jealous boyfriend @Dax_aussie_boy didn't follow you here, right?", worried Nick, failing to notice the glow of the Omega alert that had filled his workstation screen.

Looking around the destroyed Xeno-Biology lab, Captain @JimJMcL1a, let out a sigh.  Thinking to himself, that at least he thought to bring a Security Officer with him, Ensign Loranor, a Bajoran, just fresh from the academy.  Jim walked over to the remains of a containment unit studying a shimmering green slim dripping from it, when Ensign Loranor spoke up, "Sir, look at these fibers, its almost like a spider web except that it has what seems to be synaptic firings".  "Don't touch it Ensign", pulling his tricorder from his belt Jim attempted to scan the fibers.  Banging the tricorder against his hand, "damn it!  What ever is affecting the power systems is affecting tricorders too!", Jim exclaimed.  

Suddenly there was a loud commotion on the other side of the door.  Running to it Ensign Loranor ran face first into the sealed doors.  Barely containing his chuckle, Jim walked over to the manual release, and ordered the Ensign to draw his phaser.  "Set Phasers to stun, on my mark enter the hallway".  When @JimJMcL1a pulled the manual release, the doors opened enough for one person to squeeze through.  Looking at the Ensigns red uniform and thankful that his own uniform was blue, he signaled for Loranor to go through first.  Suddenly the Ensign was no longer there, but Jim heard a sickening thud from the other side of the door.  He quickly set his phaser to maximum, and cautiously slid through the doors.

The scene that greeted him was almost surreal.  The young Ensigns broken body slump against the opposite bulkhead, when he looked down he saw the body of Kieran(Kierix) on the floor.  Jim squatted down and felt for a pulse, relived that there was a faint one.  Probably hit by a heavy stun.  Looking up from Kieran, Jim saw the imposing figure of a Klingon Female with her back too him, He knew immediately that it was @medgirl1025.  Tableau she was staring at would be almost comical if it wasn't horrifying.  There sat Milmar cacooned with a bottle of Chateau Du Picard in one hand, and a bottle of Klingon Blood wine in the other.  To Milmars, right was @Mstfrancis, bound in  the webbing, and contorted as if he were reaching for one or both bottles of wine in Milmar's hands.  To Milmars left was @GXV3, lightly bound in the web, his shirt in tatters, his abs flexing and twitching as if the filaments were tickling him.  In front of them all was Voeron, and @Zander_Hawk, in a spoon position wearing, red pajamas, and clutching black toothbrushes.  Slowing standing and cautiously trying to skirt medgirl1075, Jim looked down to see a bloody Bat'leth at her feet, when suddenly she turned her gaze on him.
Seemingly in a trance like state, she pointed a boney finger at him and her mouth started to form words with no sound coming out.  Jim could just make out "RUN! IT is coming", when he suddenly saw a shadowy blur running toward him.  Before he could react, he felt the wind knocked out of him, and a blinding pain in his skull as his head hit the bulkhead.  The last thing he saw before blacking out was the beaten and battered face of his friend @Dax_aussie_boy.

Dax laying on the ground, in his black satin robe, torn and tattered as he see Jim hitting the bulkhead, he felt helpless to do anything. He hears the soft humming coming from all around him. "Nawwww someone got a ouchy on their face." says the the voice in a sarcastic tone. Dax turns his head to see the pink and blue hair person twirling their hair between their fingers, dressed in a singlet with the words "Mumma's little boy" in blue and pink writing across the middle in a pair of black leather short shorts and long thigh height leather boots with metal studs going down the side of them.
Psycho Dax bends down to look at the beaten face of his counter-part, "You got a very big ouchy riiiiiigght......THERE!!!!!" says the Psycho Dax as he scratches along the wound with his fingers dragging the blood down the side.

Giggling from the excitement, Psycho Dax heres the skittering sounds of the creature near by. "OOOOOoooooooo. My little pet has come back to play? Im so EXCITED!!!!" jumping in the area with legs kicking like a jester. On the final jump, he twirls on the spot and looks at @GXV3. "Your gonna have so much fun. But not like what i saw of @Voleron and @Zander_Hawk in the shuttlebay." says Psycho Dax giggling at what he had saw before @Jacien showed up. "You all have fun with Mister Spi, he loves playing with his..... toys. BYE!!!!!!" says Psycho Dax as he skips back into the darkness humming to a tune of 'This is the song that doesn't end. It goes on and on my Friend.'

Quote by Voleron

As this drama unfolded, a drama of its own was unfolding on deck 32, from within Fleet Admiral @NicholasJohn16's dimly lit quarters, which were illuminated only by the occasional flicker of a pair of Ferengi earwax candles that he'd lit on his dining table for ambience.  Reaching across the table and past an impressive spread of culinary delights, including Szechuan Targ, sauteed Ratamba stew, and a generous cut of snail steak, Admiral Nick clutched @Gravity's hand, holding it in a tender and loving embrace. 

"I've waited for five years for the perfect moment to sneak you into my quarters" whispered Nick... "commanding officers can't be seen in the romantic company of... subordinates, you understand; you're ABSOLUTELY sure that your crazy and jealous boyfriend @Dax_aussie_boy didn't follow you here, right?", worried Nick, failing to notice the glow of the Omega alert that had filled his workstation screen.

Looking around the destroyed Xeno-Biology lab, Captain @JimJMcL1a, let out a sigh.  Thinking to himself, that at least he thought to bring a Security Officer with him, Ensign Loranor, a Bajoran, just fresh from the academy.  Jim walked over to the remains of a containment unit studying a shimmering green slim dripping from it, when Ensign Loranor spoke up, "Sir, look at these fibers, its almost like a spider web except that it has what seems to be synaptic firings".  "Don't touch it Ensign", pulling his tricorder from his belt Jim attempted to scan the fibers.  Banging the tricorder against his hand, "damn it!  What ever is affecting the power systems is affecting tricorders too!", Jim exclaimed.  

Suddenly there was a loud commotion on the other side of the door.  Running to it Ensign Loranor ran face first into the sealed doors.  Barely containing his chuckle, Jim walked over to the manual release, and ordered the Ensign to draw his phaser.  "Set Phasers to stun, on my mark enter the hallway".  When @JimJMcL1a pulled the manual release, the doors opened enough for one person to squeeze through.  Looking at the Ensigns red uniform and thankful that his own uniform was blue, he signaled for Loranor to go through first.  Suddenly the Ensign was no longer there, but Jim heard a sickening thud from the other side of the door.  He quickly set his phaser to maximum, and cautiously slid through the doors.

The scene that greeted him was almost surreal.  The young Ensigns broken body slump against the opposite bulkhead, when he looked down he saw the body of Kieran(Kierix) on the floor.  Jim squatted down and felt for a pulse, relived that there was a faint one.  Probably hit by a heavy stun.  Looking up from Kieran, Jim saw the imposing figure of a Klingon Female with her back too him, He knew immediately that it was @medgirl1025.  Tableau she was staring at would be almost comical if it wasn't horrifying.  There sat Milmar cacooned with a bottle of Chateau Du Picard in one hand, and a bottle of Klingon Blood wine in the other.  To Milmars, right was @Mstfrancis, bound in  the webbing, and contorted as if he were reaching for one or both bottles of wine in Milmar's hands.  To Milmars left was @GXV3, lightly bound in the web, his shirt in tatters, his abs flexing and twitching as if the filaments were tickling him.  In front of them all was Voeron, and @Zander_Hawk, in a spoon position wearing, red pajamas, and clutching black toothbrushes.  Slowing standing and cautiously trying to skirt medgirl1075, Jim looked down to see a bloody Bat'leth at her feet, when suddenly she turned her gaze on him.
Seemingly in a trance like state, she pointed a boney finger at him and her mouth started to form words with no sound coming out.  Jim could just make out "RUN! IT is coming", when he suddenly saw a shadowy blur running toward him.  Before he could react, he felt the wind knocked out of him, and a blinding pain in his skull as his head hit the bulkhead.  The last thing he saw before blacking out was the beaten and battered face of his friend @Dax_aussie_boy.

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Her Klingon temper starting to get the best of her, "Why is nothing working around here," Medgirl exclaimed angrily! Infuriated by the incessant humming from the panel. She banged her tight gripped fists on the computer panel. "Work damn you!" Hoping the false belief that smashing something would make it work again. Med realized it was futile and made her way toward the door. Pausing a moment she heard odd sounds coming from the other side. "Ugh, what now?"

The sounds of clawing could be heard on the other side. At first thinking @Lorenius' cat had gotten loose again, she swore to have a talk with him about that, but no cat leaves a dent in the door in the same manner she witnessed happening right before her eyes. "This is definitely not a cat," she whispered. Quickly making her way to the bedroom she grabbed her duty belt wrapping it around her waist. The click from the buckle assuring her everything was in place. She reached to the wall with both hands pulling down her bat'leth. Looking back to the door she turned around just in time...

Something heavy thumped against the door, again. Remarkably, the doors tried to open, to accommodate passage of whatever was on the other side of the door, but they jammed only partially open due to the distortions the dents had caused in their structure. Through the slightly parted doors, Medgirl could see glimpses of a struggle happening outside. She moved closer to the door, bat'leth ready, to take a look into the corridor.

What looked like an enormous, hairless targ with a giant singular horn on its nose was floating three inches above the floor, surrounded by a flickering blue light. To her left, she could see Ensign Laeren Misha, his back forming the dent in the door, face red with strain, his shaky hand held out before him. His veins bulged in his forehead as he tried to lift his hand higher, but even as he did, the airborne creature dipped suddenly to the deck. Its legs found purchase, and it pushed back against the ensign's telekinetic field, slowly making its way towards him, its eyes red with anger, the huge armor plates flexing with its vast strength. As she watched, the horn made contact with Laeren's chest.

"Medgirl, please," Laeren said, voice tight with strain. "I can't hold it much longer..."

Lieutenant Kierix had just finished a shift in sickbay before the power went down and the systems went manic, they were stumbling down the dark hallway with only the faulty red and blue alert lights to guide their way. Suddenly they spotted Commander @calx knocked out on the floor, Rushing over to check for injuries they had their back turned and focused on the medical tricorder scanning their commander for injuries.

Out of nowhere, the monster appeared, Grabbed the medic by the throat and lifted them a foot in the air and threw them into a wall, where they collapsed unconscious... 

(okay, so I maybe traded clarity for mysterious ambiguity in my last one. Lesson learnt-)
 
At the heart of the station, a spiky green dragon wrapped itself around the computer core, squeezing the delicate components as it breathed in its sleep. Occasionally a crunch would be heard as the remains of its dinner lingered between its teeth. A crewman awoke amid a pile of limbs, his engineers who had come with him to try and disconnect the core and stop this. The creature guarding it had clearly sated its appetite for now, but it was only a matter of time before scavengers came to pick through the remains.

The crewman rose to a crouch and edged his way to the door. If he could get help to get past this thing and shut down the core- A scuttling came from behind him, followed by a sharp sting on his ankle. He turned to see jellyfish like creature behind him. As the crewman fell to the floor, paralysed, a growing crowd of tentacruels gathered around him. He was conscious long enough to see the tentacles sliding under his skin from his fingernails, moving towards his organs.

Is it possible to get Satin robes in blue gold and red?

As the creature emerged from the bathroom, it cautiously extended its senses into the room. No food, but there was another one of those strange energy masses laying on the floor. It resembled food, but appeared to be a smaller version of the food that fled earlier. It lay in a small pile of photonic masses - holographic entrails, it deduced - and appeared to have been killed by the photonic entity it had just battled. 

Do photonic entities eat each other? it wondered. Do they live off of each other's energy?

The creature settled down to absorb the energy masses below. First it absorbed what appeared to be a red dome-shaped object with a flat semicircle on one side. Then a blue covering accessory that appeared to accommodate the photonic body's appendages. Then several spherical shaped objects, which blinked and chirped as their energy was absorbed, before they disappeared in a small spray of diffuse glowing particles.

Finally, it encountered a hard, flat object that chirped and loudly proclaimed that it could list all "Pokemon", their strengths, and their weaknesses. Manipulating the controls, the creature encountered images of the two holographic creatures it had just fought, and deduced from subsequent images that this object contained all the details of these creatures - including specific strategies to defeat each one. It studied these entries, learning how to defeat its competition. Then it absorbed the object's energy too, and in doing so, grew to twice its previous size.

Now the size of the humanoids it hunted, it started to leave, to hunt all of the entities aboard the station, confident that it now possessed the strength to overcome all of them.

But, something had changed - it no longer desired the energy of just the humanoids on the ship. It desired energy itself. The photonic energy it had absorbed caused a fundamental shift in its priorities. Yes, it still desired the warmth and thrill of sapping biological entities of their life force, and it reveled in the idea of the amount of terror it would cause in the process, but it also desired more of this energy from the ship's systems, to grow in size and mass. With size and mass, it would be able to kill more biological food. And it thrilled at the thought.

Communicating this shift in priorities to its other self - still hiding in the shadows awaiting a chance to contact one of the humanoids - the creature started making its way to the largest power source on the station - the warp core. Its gleeful twitter - now taking on ominous, dissonant bass overtones - echoed in the hallway at the prospect of absorbing all of that energy...

Suddenly, @Jacien's expression changed, as though a light bulb had turned on in his head. Granted, it was a very small bulb, but it was on.

"Wait a second, guys...  If those weren't your entrails the Raichu dragged into the bathroom, then whose were they?"

This will be perfect for a night out on the town. Now everyone will know I'm not from around here and be happy to approach me offering the treats for visitors.

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@Jacien ran through the corridor and toward the shuttlebay in horror, his limbs flailing like one of the wacky waving inflatable arm flailing tube men that @Bren had purchased several weeks ago, in a failed attempt to attract the attention of passing freighter captains to bolster attendance at Stonewall's annual pride gala and gay guide bake sale.  

Jason forced his way through the inoperative doors and into the shuttlebay, doing his best to muscle the door panels together, once inside.  Panting, he bolted across the shuttlebay floor and pounded his fist on the exterior panel of the Epsilon flyer, relieved to find that at least the shuttle was still powered.  The shuttle door slid open, but as Jason climbed into his new found refuge, he stomach knotted upon beholding the speedo-clad @Zander_Hawk and @Voleron, already inside.  "This is NOT what it looks like", explained Zander... "we were..."  "Shhhhhhh!" commanded Voleron as a distant voice could be heard growing ever closer, merrily chanting "Daxie Poo has come to play!"

As time passed in Dax's quarters on Deck 20, he was laying in a bath tub full of liquid to stimulate and strengthen his symbiont, he woke to the sound of an explosion. He became startled that he jumped out of the tub and grabbed his satin robe from the wall near the tub. he slowly walked towards the door leading out of his quarters, but grabs his "in case of emergency" kit that @medgirl1025 gave him after the last boat of issues that happened from last time, he pulled a type-2 phaser pistol and tricorder out and begins to scan ahead of his quarter to see what is going on.

Meanwhile, back in the Shuttlebay where @Voleron and @Zander_Hawk, were caught by @Jacien in a very compromising position, all three hid in the Shuttlecraft whilst the voice became louder and louder within the shuttle. "Daxie Poo wants to play? Will you come out and play?" says the voice. Jacien looks out the shuttlecraft window and a ugly figure plants itself on the window. All three scream with terror as the face of what looks like @Dax_Aussie_Boy but ghoulish starts licking the window with darken circles of black around it's eyes. The pink and blue haired creature smile and points at @Zander_Hawk. "Wanna play?" It begins to giggles with excitement.

@Jacien ran through the corridor and toward the shuttlebay in horror, his limbs flailing like one of the wacky waving inflatable arm flailing tube men that @Bren had purchased several weeks ago, in a failed attempt to attract the attention of passing freighter captains to bolster attendance at Stonewall's annual pride gala and gay guide bake sale.  

Jason forced his way through the inoperative doors and into the shuttlebay, doing his best to muscle the door panels together, once inside.  Panting, he bolted across the shuttlebay floor and pounded his fist on the exterior panel of the Epsilon flyer, relieved to find that at least the shuttle was still powered.  The shuttle door slid open, but as Jason climbed into his new found refuge, his stomach knotted upon beholding the speedo-clad @Zander_Hawk and @Voleron, already inside.  "This is NOT what it looks like", explained Zander... "we were..."  "Shhhhhhh!" commanded Voleron as a distant voice could be heard growing ever closer, merrily chanting "Daxie Poo has come to play!"

OMG DO WANT. sorry for late response. Us ghosts tend to get distracted what with our ability to fly and stuff

The creature prepared itself for its feast...but mid-leap, it collided with the Raichu. Both dropped to the bathroom floor, in an entangled mass of writing tentacles and tail. They struggled for a moment, but then the Raichu let out a squeal, and electricity arced out from its body, slamming Jacien against the sink, and hurling the creature towards the wall next to the door. 

The Raichu leaped after the creature, its sharp tail swinging around to deliver a cutting blow, each swipe accompanied by a burst of light in the dark bathroom. The creature backed up into the corner where the wall met the door frame, and braced itself for the oncoming blow. The tail whipped around...and ceased to exist. The creature had expected the slash to sever portions of its body, but now looked on wonderingly as the Raichu swiped its tail through the air back and forth, futilely attempting to hit the creature. Each time the tail came close, it ceased to exist, but when it left the area beside the door, the tail reappeared. The creature paused for a moment, and looked closer. It could see the photonic trail of energy entering the Raichu through the doorway from the next room. Where that trail could not shine into the room, the Raichu, apparently, could not exist.

It mewled with glee, as it moved up and along the broken door, all the while pursued by the Raichu's ineffective tail. The Raichu stopped swiping its tail to blast the creature with energy, but the energy dissipated as it passed the edge of the destroyed door panels. The creature stalked up the doorframe and onto the ceiling, its tentacles waiting for the right moment. When the Raichu swiped its tail again in a futile gesture of anger, the creature struck, sharp tentacles piercing the forcefield containing the photonic energy. It PULLED the energy from the Raichu's form, which broke apart into small sparkles that faded quickly in the darkness of the bathroom. The creature absorbed the energy, and swelled up to almost twice its size, becoming more solid by the moment. Wisps and tentacles writhed in the ecstasy of the moment, as it turned towards the food...

The bathroom was empty. There was no sign of Jacien. 

The food must have fled during the brief battle, it thought to itself. So sweet, so tender, my food, your terror shall season your life force, making it all the more enjoyable to consume. Come here, little prey. I crave your essence.

It moved out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.

Her Klingon temper starting to get the best of her, "Why is nothing working around here," Medgirl exclaimed angrily! Infuriated by the incessant humming from the panel. She banged her tight gripped fists on the computer panel. "Work damn you!" Hoping the false belief that smashing something would make it work again. Med realized it was futile and made her way toward the door. Pausing a moment she heard odd sounds coming from the other side. "Ugh, what now?"

The sounds of clawing could be heard on the other side. At first thinking @Lorenius' cat had gotten loose again, she swore to have a talk with him about that, but no cat leaves a dent in the door in the same manner happening right before her eyes. "This is definitely not a cat," she whispered. Quickly making her way to the bedroom she grabbed her duty belt wrapping it around her waist. The the leather strap tied securely in the buckle assuring her everything was in place. She reached to the wall with both hands pulling down her bat'leth. Looking back to the door she turned around just in time...

Jacien never had a chance to react. The Raichu tore through the doorway, still dragging the entrails of Admiral Nick and Milmar in its wake. They hadn't stood a chance against the enormous evolved Pikachu.

Now it had its sights set on Jacian, and lunged toward him with fangs bared, hurtling toward the cadet with startling speed, considering its size. The yellow cartoonish horror was clearly just getting started with its killing rampage. It had not yet noticed the other occupant of the room...

As the creature closed in on the strange energy mass that was its opponent, it took a moment to glance at the food in the corner of the room. The food had barely started cowering in shock at the sight of it, and the creature smiled again in anticipation. The food was lumbering and SLOW, barely having moved from its original position at the sink. It knew it would have no trouble when the time came for a feast. 

The creature then turned its full attention to the mass of energy bounding towards it. The energy mass was not living, was not food, yet it also had a gleam in its eyes of the hunter, one who is used to eating what it wants. Perhaps it is a kindred spirit? No, there were no kindred spirits in the world of food and not-food. It was competition, and therefore must be eliminated.

The two clashed. Energy versus not-energy, light versus not-light. 

A solid blow from raking claws to the creature astonished it. It reeled back from the unfamiliar contact, gathering itself into a small ball of swirling, dark mist. 

How had it been touched? Was this purple energy, this "Gengar", stronger? Faster? More cunning? it thought. Nothing had ever touched it before like that.

Another solid swipe across the creature temporarily cut it in two, but it reassembled itself quickly, moving around to the side. It lashed tendrils onto the Gengar, and tried to drain its energy, but to no avail, as the tendrils were shrugged off, almost negligibly. And then another attack slashed the creature in two again, claws raking through its essence and scattering it for a moment. It reeled to the side again, reassembling itself. 

It studied its opponent for a moment...then realized that part of the essence of is opponent streamed upwards at an angle, towards a small panel on the wall. 

Was this the source of its power? it wondered to itself.

It moved to the wall and then ascended, tendrils of its essence trailing behind it like a smoky spiderweb. The Gengar flew after it, claws slashing at it, but the creature dodged as best it could, losing some of its essence in the process, before it finally made it to the panel. The panel itself hid a mass of energy inside, and the creature was able to insert its tendrils into the housing. A tendril contacted a photonic energy conduit and sparks flew from the panel. The Gengar flickered for a moment, looking astonished, then renewed its attack on the creature. 

Unfortunately for the Gengar, in touching that energy conduit, the creature learned something. Solidity. Mass. Energy. These were all the same thing. It touched the energy inside again, and again the lights flickered in the room and the Gengar faded slightly. Its claws slashed again at the creature, but now met with resistance and solidity. The creature lashed back at the Gengar, semi-solid tentacles of essence ripping into the holographic image, while simultaneously draining the panel dry of its remaining energy. 

The Gengar vanished. The lights in the bathroom went out.

The creature reveled in its newfound strength. The energy it had drained from the panel infused it with new power. It could feel the surface of the wall it clung to, it could feel the atmosphere of the ship, sense the vibration of far away machinery. It paused a moment, assessing its newfound powers and found them...not quite adequate. It wanted more...and that more stood in the corner of the room, only now realizing its peril. Mere seconds had passed between the time the food in the corner had turned towards the battle and the creature's inevitable victory over the hologram. 

The creature smiled to itself again, even twittering slightly in gleeful anticipation, as it gathered its newfound solid form, crouched, and LEAPED towards Jacien, just as the door to the bathroom opened...

A sliver of light cut through the hall, Mstfrancis could see shadows cutting swathes of darkness through the light beaming through a door. He ducked behind a bulkhead and parsed his breathing. As he heard what sounded like the door being pried open. He reached for his side arm, which wasn’t there. 
Damn new regulations, he thought to himself. Remembering zanderhawk shooting a cadet in the face accidentally and new regulations were put in place. What was that guys name? And did he ever get a new ear?
He peered at the placard indicating he was on deck 12 corridor 47, junction 5, he reached up to feel the wall. The familiar plating  changed to an access panel. He was at a Jefferies tube junction, his chest eased as he realized he had a fast way out incase they were boarded. He sat waiting to punch in the access code as he heard, “Shut up Wesley,” from behind the door.
His face turned to relief as he realized it was a Starfleet Officer. He picked himself off and made his way to the room where he made out the shadow of a person standing in the corridor. 
“Hello there?”
The voices went silent, possibly shocked that there was another person in the hall. The silhouette turned to reveal a familiar face.  “Do either of you know what’s going on here?” He asked. 
Th’val dusted his uniform, peering through the haze building in the hallway.  “No, we were just about to make our way to Operations.”
“Good plan, see if you and Wesley can override environmental controls and bring main power online. I’m heading to Auxiliary to see if I can get us some lights and secondary batteries online.”
And as only for a second a yellow flash blurred through the hallway, leaving only a quick chirp as it left. 
“Did you see that?” Mstfrancis asked. 
“See what?” Th’val replied. 
Mstfrancis was at a loss, the image seemed familiar, yet alien. He drugged it off, “Never mind” 
Th’val nodded and Mstfrancis turned on his heels and returned down the corridor back into the darkness... 

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“No, you pull it down not up. Come on, how do you not know how to use a manual door release?” Th’val muttered as they pulled aside the dead doors to the lab. “We need to get to operations, find who is on shift and get them to tell us what the hell is going on.” The corridor was pitch black, with an eerie cheerful sound emanating from the distance. “I’d say we should find some phasers, but you’d only shoot yourself in the foot.”

“I passed phaser training actually.” The quivering cadet sighed.

“I doubt that. You failed this test immensely, even if I overlook the fact you didn’t keep a single answer under two sentences.”

“It’s hard! I’m sorry, please don’t assign me to aid the other admirals again. Whenever I say anything they just saying ‘shut up, Wesley' and giggling.”

“Frankly, if I’d knew you’ve be such a drop out I’d never have agreed to be your godparent.”

“Wesley’s not even my name.”

“Shut up-“

Th’val was cut off mid-stride. The cadet looked back to see he was alone, the pitch black corridor stretched off behind him with an ominous shadow looming behind him, crunching.

“Come on, let’s find the others.”

 

Dax peered around the corner to see Th'val and the cadet whom he hasn't meet before walked down the corridor. Sweat was dripping down his face as his has been skipping around the Station for a while. Giggling at the sight of them, he saw them turn in the direction of his giggle.

"OOPS.... Better not let them see me before they see their surprise that i have in store for them." Saying to himself as he watching ever so quietly. Dax twirls his hair tighter and tighter with every passing moment. 

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So does that mean I'm just a runner up?  =\

Well maybe I'll do an alt anyway... 

Yep. A team can only have 5 people in it, sadly. So I chose four random people to join me (and it was a hard choice to make!) :(
But we might do this more often in the future, once we're done with the playthrough we're about to start. So feel free to respond then again! :D

“No, you pull it down not up. Come on, how do you not know how to use a manual door release?” Th’val muttered as they pulled aside the dead doors to the lab. “We need to get to operations, find who is on shift and get them to tell us what the hell is going on.” The corridor was pitch black, with an eerie cheerful sound emanating from the distance. “I’d say we should find some phasers, but you’d only shoot yourself in the foot.”

“I passed phaser training actually.” The quivering cadet sighed.

“I doubt that. You failed this test immensely, even if I overlook the fact you didn’t keep a single answer under two sentences.”

“It’s hard! I’m sorry, please don’t assign me to aid the other admirals again. Whenever I say anything they just saying ‘shut up, Wesley' and giggling.”

“Frankly, if I’d knew you’ve be such a drop out I’d never have agreed to be your godparent.”

“Wesley’s not even my name.”

“Shut up-“

Th’val was cut off mid-stride. The cadet looked back to see he was alone, the pitch black corridor stretched off behind him with an ominous shadow looming behind him, crunching.

“Come on, let’s find the others.”