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From deeper within the ship, a soft chuckle resounded, too low for the rescuers to hear, resonating from something dark that lurked deep inside its lower decks. It sniffed the air and was instantly fully aware of every biological function of the rescuers - their heart beats, the sound of their breathing, the warmth of their bodies - all these things it longed to caress, to pull from them, to rip from their souls, while listening to their screams of agony and dispair, and knowing that the agony would continue for days, weeks, even months, before it allowed them to expire in paroxysms of delicious terror.

The crew lowered their weapons seeing mstfrancis in dire pain. His moans, became silent as he drifted into a fugue state from lack of wine, eventually the only thing that could be heard were the air recyclers softly humming, as the crew recognized there was nothing more terrifying than that of the silence of the station. 

The soft echo of footfalls paraded through the room, at first almost unheard, and Zander knew once again that they were not alone. "Wh-what was that?" Zander exclaimed sheepishly as his heart began racing even harder. 

He looked around only to realize no one else seemed to hear anything. "Come on guys" Voleron said, "We still need to find Milmar! You know we'll never hear the end of it from the Klingons if any of the bloodwine goes missing."

****

The creature, a wisp of inky darkness, moved in the shadows towards the lighted figures, shifting from shadow to shadow, moving from wall, to ceiling, to conduit, into the ventilation and out again, but always moving, inexorably, towards the figures in the light. It could FEEL their essences as it grew closer, patiently waiting to touch them, to feel them, to absorb them, as its essence yearned to drain all that they are into itself, to consume them, and with a single touch, turn them into its food.

The bulkheads in the corridor outside rattled as Th’val and her cadet (whose name she never bothered to learn) sat on the floor of the biology lab surrounded by PADDs, patiently waiting for engineering to fix the power. “Sounds like someone’s knocking, I should go see who it is?” the cadet ventured, only to be greeted by Th’val’s glare at finding yet another excuse to procrastinate from the set assignment; “who knocks on an automatic door?” Th’val replied “It’s just engineering taking their merry time changing some lightbulbs, just concentrate on the question: name 20 photosensitive lifeforms capable of consuming most humanoids with a single touch.”

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A shadowy figure was slithering along the floor of the Jefferies tube, headed straight for them. @Zander_Hawk and @Voleron set their phasers to stun, fully prepared to use the kill setting if needed.

It moaned as it came, winding snake-like down the tube, the hideous moan getting increasingly louder and clearer as it came. It would only be moments before it was upon them.

"Fire on my mark," whispered Voleron, raising his phaser. Zander's quickly followed, and they could barely keep their hands from shaking as the creature crept closer, ever closer.

Then, a beam of light struck it, and Voleron shouted "Hold your fire!"

In the dim light, the pained face of @mstfrancis could barely be discerned on the creature.

"Wine?" It moaned, clearly suffering. "Did someone say "wine?"...

(I tried keeping it to two sentences. I failed. They keep growing in the editing phase.)

From deeper within the ship, a soft chuckle resounded, too low for the rescuers to hear, resonating from something dark that lurked deep inside its lower decks. It sniffed the air and was instantly fully aware of every biological function of the rescuers - their heart beats, the sound of their breathing, the warmth of their bodies - all these things it longed to caress, to pull from them, to rip from their souls, while listening to their screams of agony and dispair, and knowing that the agony would continue for days, weeks, even months, before it allowed them to expire in paroxysms of delicious terror.

The crew lowered their weapons seeing mstfrancis in dire pain. His moans, became silent as he drifted into a fugue state from lack of wine, eventually the only thing that could be heard were the air recyclers softly humming, as the crew recognized there was nothing more terrifying than that of the silence of the station. 

The soft echo of footfalls paraded through the room, at first almost unheard, and Zander knew once again that they were not alone. "Wh-what was that?" Zander exclaimed sheepishly as his heart began racing even harder. 

He looked around only to realize no one else seemed to hear anything. "Come on guys" Voleron said, "We still need to find Milmar! You know we'll never hear the end of it from the Klingons if any of the bloodwine goes missing."

****

The creature, a wisp of inky darkness, moved in the shadows towards the lighted figures, shifting from shadow to shadow, moving from wall, to ceiling, to conduit, into the ventilation and out again, but always moving, inexorably, towards the figures in the light. It could FEEL their essences as it grew closer, patiently waiting to touch them, to feel them, to absorb them, as its essence yearned to drain all that they are into itself, to consume them, and with a single touch, turn them into its food.

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"Don't forget to close the hatch," Voleron said to Zander, continuing: "we don't want Milmar to steal our emergency wine rations before the storm is over." After some time of crawling through the Jefferies Tubes, Voleron turned a corner and screamed only as a Mountie can because of what he saw...

A shadowy figure was slithering along the floor of the Jefferies tube, headed straight for them. @Zander_Hawk and @Voleron set their phasers to stun, fully prepared to use the kill setting if needed.

It moaned as it came, winding snake-like down the tube, the hideous moan getting increasingly louder and clearer as it came. It would only be moments before it was upon them.

"Fire on my mark," whispered Voleron, raising his phaser. Zander's quickly followed, and they could barely keep their hands from shaking as the creature crept closer, ever closer.

Then, a beam of light struck it, and Voleron shouted "Hold your fire!"

In the dim light, the pained face of @mstfrancis could barely be discerned on the creature.

"Wine?" It moaned, clearly suffering. "Did someone say "wine?"...

(I tried keeping it to two sentences. I failed. They keep growing in the editing phase.)

From deeper within the ship, a soft chuckle resounded, too low for the rescuers to hear, resonating from something dark that lurked deep inside its lower decks. It sniffed the air and was instantly fully aware of every biological function of the rescuers - their heart beats, the sound of their breathing, the warmth of their bodies - all these things it longed to caress, to pull from them, to rip from their souls, while listening to their screams of agony and dispair, and knowing that the agony would continue for days, weeks, even months, before it allowed them to expire in paroxysms of delicious terror.

**I couldn't get it to quote everything...**

The crew lowered their weapons seeing mstfrancis in dire pain. His moans, became silent as he drifted into a fugue state from lack of wine, eventually the only thing that could be heard were the air recyclers softly humming, as the crew recognized there was nothing more terrifying than that of the silence of the station. 

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"Don't forget to close the hatch," Voleron said to Zander, continuing: "we don't want Milmar to steal our emergency wine rations before the storm is over." After some time of crawling through the Jefferies Tubes, Voleron turned a corner and screamed only as a Mountie can because of what he saw...

A shadowy figure was slithering along the floor of the Jefferies tube, headed straight for them. @Zander_Hawk and @Voleron set their phasers to stun, fully prepared to use the kill setting if needed.

It moaned as it came, winding snake-like down the tube, the hideous moan getting increasingly louder and clearer as it came. It would only be moments before it was upon them.

"Fire on my mark," whispered Voleron, raising his phaser. Zander's quickly followed, and they could barely keep their hands from shaking as the creature crept closer, ever closer.

Then, a beam of light struck it, and Voleron shouted "Hold your fire!"

In the dim light, the pained face of @mstfrancis could barely be discerned on the creature.

"Wine?" It moaned, clearly suffering. "Did someone say "wine?"...

From deeper within the ship, a soft chuckle resounded, too low for the rescuers to hear, resonating from something dark that lurked deep inside its lower decks. It sniffed the air and was instantly fully aware of every biological function of the rescuers - their heart beats, the sound of their breathing, the warmth of their bodies - all these things it longed to caress, to pull from them, to rip from their souls, while listening to their screams of agony and despair, and knowing that the agony would continue for days, weeks, even months, before it allowed them to expire in paroxysms of delicious terror.

The soft echo of footfalls paraded through the room, at first almost unheard, and Zander knew once again that they were not alone. "Wh-what was that?" Zander exclaimed sheepishly as his heart began racing even harder.

He looked around only to realize no one else seemed to hear anything. "Come on guys" Voleron said, "We still need to find Milmar! You know we'll never hear the end of it from the Klingons if any of the bloodwine goes missing."

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Upon closer inspection of the hatch to the Jefferies tubes, it appeared they were covered by some sort of crystalline web that had a faint pulsing glow to it, mimicking synapses firing. "Space spiders? Really? Ugh. Why do the sonic showers have to be down now." 
While unlocking the Jefferies tube and beginning to crawl though the tubes, the metal began to creak, and faint screams were heard in the distance "Maybe Captain Milmar discovered the replicators are down... We better hurry." Zander muttered to his comrade...

"Don't forget to close the hatch," Voleron said to Zander, continuing: "we don't want Milmar to steal our emergency wine rations before the storm is over." After some time of crawling through the Jefferies Tubes, Voleron turned a corner and screamed only as a Mountie can because of what he saw...

A shadowy figure was slithering along the floor of the Jefferies tube, headed straight for them. @Zander_Hawk and @Voleron set their phasers to stun, fully prepared to use the kill setting if needed.

It moaned as it came, winding snake-like down the tube, the hideous moan getting increasingly louder and clearer as it came. It would only be moments before it was upon them.

"Fire on my mark," whispered Voleron, raising his phaser. Zander's quickly followed, and they could barely keep their hands from shaking as the creature crept closer, ever closer.

Then, a beam of light struck it, and Voleron shouted "Hold your fire!"

In the dim light, the pained face of @mstfrancis could barely be discerned on the creature.

"Wine?" It moaned, clearly suffering. "Did someone say "wine?"...

(I tried keeping it to two sentences. I failed. They keep growing in the editing phase.)

From deeper within the ship, a soft chuckle resounded, too low for the rescuers to hear, resonating from something dark that lurked deep inside its lower decks. It sniffed the air and was instantly fully aware of every biological function of the rescuers - their heart beats, the sound of their breathing, the warmth of their bodies - all these things it longed to caress, to pull from them, to rip from their souls, while listening to their screams of agony and dispair, and knowing that the agony would continue for days, weeks, even months, before it allowed them to expire in paroxysms of delicious terror.

**I couldn't get it to quote everything...**

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"That was me," @Voleron explained sheepishly. "I need to have a word with whoever designed these com badges.  That pin on the back keeps stabbing me."

@Zander_Hawk chuckled. "You know, it probably wouldn't be as much of a problem if you didn't wear it on the front of your trunks. Or maybe if you weren't always looking for excuses to slap your com badge."

"Never mind that," Voleron exclaimed, clearly trying to change the subject. "We have to get to the Med Bay."

"Why the Med Bay?" Zander asked, puzzled. "Shouldn't we be trying to get to Engineering, or the bridge?"

"Eventually, sure," Voleron explained. "But first I need a Band-Aid."

The two made their way slowly down the darkened corridor, eventually coming to a hatch that led to one of the ship's Jefferies tubes...

Upon closer inspection of the hatch to the Jefferies tubes, it appeared they were covered by some sort of crystalline web that had a faint pulsing glow to it, mimicking synapses firing. "Space spiders? Really? Ugh. Why do the sonic showers have to be down now." 
While unlocking the Jefferies tube and beginning to crawl though the tubes, the metal began to creak, and faint screams were heard in the distance "Maybe Captain Milmar discovered the replicators are down... We better hurry." Zander muttered to his comrade...

"Don't forget to close the hatch," Voleron said to Zander, continuing: "we don't want Milmar to steal our emergency wine rations before the storm is over." After some time of crawling through the Jefferies Tubes, Voleron turned a corner and screamed only as a Mountie can because of what he saw...

A shadowy figure was slithering along the floor of the Jefferies tube, headed straight for them. @Zander_Hawk and @Voleron set their phasers to stun, fully prepared to use the kill setting if needed.

It moaned as it came, winding snake-like down the tube, the hideous moan getting increasingly louder and clearer as it came. It would only be moments before it was upon them.

"Fire on my mark," whispered Voleron, raising his phaser. Zander's quickly followed, and they could barely keep their hands from shaking as the creature crept closer, ever closer.

Then, a beam of light struck it, and Voleron shouted "Hold your fire!"

In the dim light, the pained face of @mstfrancis could barely be discerned on the creature.

"Wine?" It moaned, clearly suffering. "Did someone say "wine?"...

(I tried keeping it to two sentences. I failed. They keep growing in the editing phase.)

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... "Oh Captain Voleron, glad you're calling, something is totally wrong here, everything is flickering, and..., and there are..., there are electric discharges almost..., oh, what is this, hey you..., or whatever you are, stop..., stop doing this, you can't..." Suddenly the com-signal was lost. "That was a scream we heard when the signal went off, or?", Zander_Hawk asked.

"That was me," @Voleron explained sheepishly. "I need to have a word with whoever designed these com badges.  That pin on the back keeps stabbing me."

@Zander_Hawk chuckled. "You know, it probably wouldn't be as much of a problem if you didn't wear it on the front of your trunks. Or maybe if you weren't always looking for excuses to slap your com badge."

"Never mind that," Voleron exclaimed, clearly trying to change the subject. "We have to get to the Med Bay."

"Why the Med Bay?" Zander asked, puzzled. "Shouldn't we be trying to get to Engineering, or the bridge?"

"Eventually, sure," Voleron explained. "But first I need a Band-Aid."

The two made their way slowly down the darkened corridor, eventually coming to a hatch that led to one of the ship's Jefferies tubes...

Upon closer inspection of the hatch to the Jefferies tubes, it appeared they were covered by some sort of crystalline web that had a faint pulsing glow to it, mimicking synapses firing. "Space spiders? Really? Ugh. Why do the sonic showers have to be down now." 
While unlocking the Jefferies tube and beginning to crawl though the tubes, the metal began to creak, and faint screams were heard in the distance "Maybe Captain Milmar discovered the replicators are down... We better hurry." Zander muttered to his comrade...

"Don't forget to close the hatch," Voleron said to Zander, continuing: "we don't want Milmar to steal our emergency wine rations before the storm is over." After some time of crawling through the Jefferies Tubes, Voleron turned a corner and screamed only as a Mountie can because of what he saw...

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... "Oh Captain Voleron, glad you're calling, something is totally wrong here, everything is flickering, and..., and there are..., there are electric discharges almost..., oh, what is this, hey you..., or whatever you are, stop..., stop doing this, you can't..." Suddenly the com-signal was lost. "That was a scream we heard when the signal went off, or?", Zander_Hawk asked.

"That was me," @Voleron explained sheepishly. "I need to have a word with whoever designed these com badges.  That pin on the back keeps stabbing me."

@Zander_Hawk chuckled. "You know, it probably wouldn't be as much of a problem if you didn't wear it on the front of your trunks. Or maybe if you weren't always looking for excuses to slap your com badge."

"Never mind that," Voleron exclaimed, clearly trying to change the subject. "We have to get to the Med Bay."

"Why the Med Bay?" Zander asked, puzzled. "Shouldn't we be trying to get to Engineering, or the bridge?"

"Eventually, sure," Voleron explained. "But first I need a Band-Aid."

The two made their way slowly down the darkened corridor, eventually coming to a hatch that led to one of the ship's Jefferies tubes...

Upon closer inspection of the hatch to the Jefferies tubes, it appeared they were covered by some sort of crystalline web that had a faint pulsing glow to it, mimicking synapses firing. "Space spiders? Really? Ugh. Why do the sonic showers have to be down now." 
While unlocking the Jefferies tube and beginning to crawl though the tubes, the metal began to creak, and faint screams were heard in the distance "Maybe Captain Milmar discovered the replicators are down... We better hurry." Zander muttered to his comrade...

Quote by TLara

... "Oh Captain Voleron, glad you're calling, something is totally wrong here, everything is flickering, and..., and there are..., there are electric discharges almost..., oh, what is this, hey you..., or whatever you are, stop..., stop doing this, you can't..." Suddenly the com-signal was lost. "That was a scream we heard when the signal went off, or?", Zander_Hawk asked.

"That was me," @Voleron explained sheepishly. "I need to have a word with whoever designed these com badges.  That pin on the back keeps stabbing me."

@Zander_Hawk chuckled. "You know, it probably wouldn't be as much of a problem if you didn't wear it on the front of your trunks. Or maybe if you weren't always looking for excuses to slap your com badge."

"Never mind that," Voleron exclaimed, clearly trying to change the subject. "We have to get to the Med Bay."

"Why the Med Bay?" Zander asked, puzzled. "Shouldn't we be trying to get to Engineering, or the bridge?"

"Eventually, sure," Voleron explained. "But first I need a Band-Aid."

The two made their way slowly down the darkened corridor, eventually coming to a hatch that led to one of the ship's Jefferies tubes...

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"Computer .. computer respond"? Voleron tried to summon any activity at all within the starbases computer, but to no prevail. Tapping his comm badge that was attached to his Risian swimming trunks he called out to Ops to see if anyone had a clue what was going on with the station.
A Stuttering voice answered ....

... "Oh Captain Voleron, glad you're calling, something is totally wrong here, everything is flickering, and..., and there are..., there are electric discharges almost..., oh, what is this, hey you..., or whatever you are, stop..., stop doing this, you can't..." Suddenly the com-signal was lost. "That was a scream we heard when the signal went off, or?", Zander_Hawk asked.

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Admiral Zander Hawk felt uneasy, with his starship (the U.S.S. Orpheus) away on a mission, he and @Voleron were left on Starbase Diversity for a few weeks.  He wondered why the emergency lights were not working.  As he held on to walls of the corridor he became unsure if they were even heading to right place "The storm must have fused a few circuits, the emergency lights should have activated by now...I wonder how long life support will last..."

"Computer .. computer respond"? Voleron tried to summon any activity at all within the starbases computer, but to no prevail. Tapping his comm badge that was attached to his Risian swimming trunks he called out to Ops to see if anyone had a clue what was going on with the station.
A Stuttering voice answered ....

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Let's kick off the story:

The discharge from the lingering magnetic storm shook Starbase Diversity violently for the fourth time in as many minutes, nearly knocking Captain Voleron off his feet and sending an electrical surge through several of the EPS manifolds on the station's holodeck, causing the grid to flicker momentarily before the re-creation of the Risian beach dematerialized into complete darkness.  "Well, so much for riding out the storm in the comfort of the holodeck", @Voleron muttered to @Zander_Hawk, as they struggled to find their way to the holodeck door in the darkness.

Admiral Zander Hawk felt uneasy, with his starship (the U.S.S. Orpheus) away on a mission, he and @Voleron were left on Starbase Diversity for a few weeks.  He wondered why the emergency lights were not working.  As he held on to walls of the corridor he became unsure if they were even heading to right place "The storm must have fused a few circuits, the emergency lights should have activated by now...I wonder how long life support will last..."

Let's kick off the story:

The discharge from the lingering magnetic storm shook Starbase Diversity violently for the fourth time in as many minutes, nearly knocking Captain Voleron off his feet and sending an electrical surge through several of the EPS manifolds on the station's holodeck, causing the grid to flicker momentarily before the re-creation of the Risian beach dematerialized into complete darkness.  "Well, so much for riding out the storm in the comfort of the holodeck", @Voleron muttered to @Zander_Hawk, as they struggled to find their way to the holodeck door in the darkness.

Halloween is nearly upon us, and in honor of the spooky festival, @Voleron will be hosting Stonewall Fleet's Halloween Fright Night event on Saturday, October 28th, 2017, for the fifth consecutive year!  Details on the full day of epic Halloween themed events will be posted next week.  Trust me when I promise you that you won't want to miss it, so be sure to save the date!!

To get into the spirit of the Halloween season in the week leading up to our 2017 Halloween Fright Night announcement, we're running this "Tales from the Lower Decks" Halloween pre-event, in this forum thread!  Together as a fleet, we want everyone to contribute to a scary story set on Starbase Diversity: Stonewall's starbase!




Participating is very simple:

1. Hit the quote button on the most recent story post in this thread
2. Contribute to the on-going story by adding up to a MAX of TWO sentences per post
3. Make sure that your addition to the story builds on the post before yours
4. Allow AT LEAST TWO other people to post after your addition to the story before you post again
5. Make your contributions spooky and have fun!

Deadline for submissions is the end of the day on  Friday, October 20th, and we'll post the completed story for everyone to read on Saturday, October 21st!  Encourage all of your friends to participate to make the story diverse and interesting!




Once the story is complete, we'll put every participant's name into a hat for a prize draw!  One lucky participant's name will be drawn and will win 1,000 Zen (if in North America), or a 10x master key pack (if playing outside of North America).  

Be sure to keep tuned to SGN here in the forums and on Facebook/Twitter for our Halloween Fright Night event announcement that will be made this weekend!

Oooh I won something ! Also psssh they say chicks dig scars 

Thanks for a great weekend! I'll be sending @suigetsu a pretty hefty plastic surgeon's bill for that bat'leth to the face.

Looks like everyone had a great time!  I was happy to jump in and join for the Dyson runs!!  Thanks @mstfrancis!

Warning: this is a bit of an earworm.

The Fleet members! 

The Tzenkethi have been pushed back and once again the shores of Dranuur are safe! We could not have done this without you. Nagh'Red is honored to have you fighting along side the noble house. There are a few warriors that we would like to bestow gifts to, in honor of their service this weekend. 


House of Nagh'Red Grand Melee Champions: 
2 SWC - IMTrick 
2 SWC - Med 
2 SWC - Sej 
2 SWC - jcfitzner 

Honorable Warrior's Victors of Dranuur: 
1 SWC - Thaynthegamer#4356 
1 SWC - TedHembach 
1 SWC - Aegnor

Star Of Kahless for Dino Slaying:
3 SWC - Kieran

#stormthebeach Socialite Award:
1 SWC - Teknomancer 

The SWCs will be deposited into your credit bank later this week for you to reap the rewards of battle. 

Qa'pla Warriors! 

-HRN General