Lt. Gabe's boyfriend Ziven is murderd.
Count dead, under a sheet, was not it. While seeing him was a disturbing sight the part
that sent her into a fit of rage was the cut carved into his face. The said cut mirrored her
own scar, the one she had received falling over the balcony during her years at the
Academy. To prevent injury to others, herself, and the medical equipment, Commander
Duncan sedated Gabe and later told her to take a couple of day off. Gabe did as she was
told quickly and without fuss, thoughts of how she was going to spend her time quickly
filling her mind.
Sitting in her quarters, Lieutenant Gabe didn�t have much to do. She had spent the days
in the holodeck with the guards Grand Admiral Suza had given her, practicing working
with the Chissen viber blade and getting advice from the two new additions she had
acquired. Now, though, she had nothing to occupy her mind and as she slept dreams
turned to nightmares. The memory of the balcony played over in her head with nothing
to keep it at bay. Only when the nightmare started again it was the Ziven. Gabe started
screaming that there was someone behind him, but he couldn�t hear her. She could see
the figure lurch forward into the Count pushing him over the railing, a smile pulled at the
figure�s mouth. Gabe more felt than saw the Count�s decent; that sick feeling of falling
and having nothing to catch you.
Gabe awoke suddenly her mind finally freeing her from the scene. Heart racing and out
of breath she grabbed the nearest object and pitched it across the room. She didn�t even
bother to see what it was nor did she have time. Within seconds her two Chissen guards
were threw her door and ready to kill whatever had managed to get into the Lieutenant�s
room, past them. The two of them took in the scene: a disheveled Gabe, a broken object
on the other side of the room, and no other occupants. Coming to the conclusion that
Gabe must have been the one to make the noise they still went about checking the room.
Finding nothing one asked if she was all right. Giving them a steady nod they left her
alone to compose herself. Once the guards were back outside and the door closed Gabe
finally gave into the grief she had tried so hard to hide. Pulling her blankets from the
floor, where they had landed sometime in the night, she wrapped them around herself and
curled into a ball and cried.