[240103.23 Crew's encampment...]
After being sent by D`Tarik to fetch medical equipment, tr`Rogel walks towards the Daise Medical officer's tent to retrieve the requested item....and hoping that he'll get the chance to see Emni. He was so wrapped up in these thoughts of Emni, and what to say to her, that he didn't notice that someone watched him from the almost darkness.....someone cloaked.
tr`Rogel stood outside the entrance to the tent a moment to summon up his courage, and knocked gently on the tent post to announce himself. After a few moments, it was clear that Emni wasn't going to answer as she wasn't in the tent, tr`Rogel shrugs a little dejectedly and steps inside the Daise medical officer's dwelling.
Taking a moment to look at the strangeness....and messiness...of the Daise's tent, tr`Rogel smiles to see that the only thing that resembled order in the chaotic mess was Emni's own clothes and belongings that where neatly folded in a pile in the far corner. The rest of the tent had various lab coats sprawled around, and a few of D`Tarik's personal belongings here and there in a haphazard, random pattern...if there was a pattern to it at all.
Sighing to himself, tr`Rogel wonders briefly how he was supposed to find D`Tarik's gizmo in all the chaos, then bends down to start rummaging in one of the tossed about lab coats. As his hand started to carefully feel around in the third pocket, he suddenly gets the creepy feeling that he's being watched. Spinning around in a frightened, startled manner, he finds only the empty-except-for-himself tent. Shrugging away the bad case of whillies he had, tr`Rogel once more goes back to searching through the lab coat.
"Gods should na go where they are na aefvadh or wanted......" an eerie, whispering voice intones.
tr`Rogel freezes for just an instant, then suddenly spins around in the direction the voice had come from, griping a random hypo that he had unknowingly snatched from the discarded lab coat tight enough to turn his knuckles an ashy shade of grey. "Who's there?" he tried to demand in an authoritative tone....which came out quieter then he would've liked. Not able to see anyone else in the tent, he slowly starts to cautiously make his way to the door.
"I grow tired of these boring, tedious tasks I must fulfill...." the whisper made tr`Rogel's flesh crawl in fear, "I think...." the whisper stated, "I will make this io quick...."
"Task?" tr`Rogel unconsciously asked the air, "What task?" He could almost recognize the voice, yet could not quiet place it as the unseen one would only whisper.
Without warning, tr`Rogel's throat is hit hard with a blunt object, unseen by him. The assistant medical officer drops the hypo out of reflex as his hands wrap around his injured throat. Gasping for air, he sinks to his knees, unable to call for help, but still tries to scramble to the exit of the tent.
What felt like the toe of a boot hit tr`Rogel in the forehead, sending the medical officer to fall to his back. tr`Rogel's vision wavers between darkness and fog for a moment, and he feels the sting as blood trickled into his eye from the cut on his forehead. Squinting through blurry, stinging eyes, he sees the shimmer of a personal cloak being dropped. Seeing the vague, still wavering vision of a figure standing above him, Rogel croaks out "I know au....."
His words are cut off as the Figure brings the bottom of his boot down against the assistant medical officer's throat with all the force he could manage. Though Rogel's throat was crushed at the first stomping blow, the figure kept doing it; over and over....again and again.... until the fact of the boy's death had reached Its deranged mind.
"That was so much easier then what I've done before!" the Figure grinned to Itself, looking down at the dead boy. Suddenly feeling as if It was now the one being watched, the Figure cast quick, frantic glances around the tent, "The other Gods know of my work, they know who I am...but they can't! IE!.....NA!....Wait!...NA!!" turning it's cloak back on, the Figure runs out of the tent and through the quiet camp.
Running in an unplanned direction out of sheer paranoia, the Figure heads back to the ship. Silently making It's cloaked way passed the bored guards that were on duty, the Figure ducks into the darkness of innards of the crashed ship. Running aimlessly down a corridor, he starts past a computer console that flashed the words 'red alert', then stops as Its mind registered something unexpected.
A lost little llurh < like a kitten >, heading towards the Figure, it's little black nose twitching slightly.
Looking back towards the flashing message on the console, the Figure sees that the words have changed to read, "Feed me a stray llurh...." which flashes and flashes again and again. The figure
suddenly reaches down and grabs the lost llurh, and runs closer to the panel. Trying to shove the pitiful wailing creature into the space for a data-rod to fit, the Figure's features twist into a mask of rage. Unholstering It's disruptor, It puts the barrel of the weapon against the llurh's head, still holding the furry creature against the slot on the panel.
Out of nowhere, the old villager woman who had been trying to track down her pet llurh and had managed to gain entrance to the ship without the guards being aware of her intrusion, came around the corner. Her eyes widen to see the now-uncloaked Figure, and what It had been attempting to do. She opens her mouth to scream, but the sound never left her throat as the Figure's disruptor leveled itself at her and fired. The woman is instantly vaporized. As her form engulfed itself in green fire to eventually fade to nothingness, the Figure dropped the llurh, now no longer thinking about the strange, flashing message, and took off at a run.
After re-cloaking, the Figure sees the guard who was stationed outside round the corner. The figure just simply fires the disruptor again, sending the boy's body to fall to the ground, his head burned and blackened. And still, the Figure keeps on running.
Seeing t`Heitan up ahead heading out of an access tunnel after finishing the last of the repairs on her list for that day, the Figure holsters the disruptor and unsheaths Its kalen. Running by the girl, not even thinking about what It was doing, It grabs her by the hair and pulls her head back, slitting her throat, spilling blood everywhere. It drops her and moves on, stabbing another girl in the heart, removing the kalen with a quick twist and yank to free it, running on still.
After running through the ship's darkened corridors under the safety of the cloak - and way beyond rational thought by this time - the figure stabs and shoots, downing at least eight more random officers, and makes Its way to another exit point of the ship. Finding Itself outside, and not quite sure how it got there, the Figure panics again, knowing that they wouldn't understand....not yet....
Still cloaked, the figure spins around, firing randomly, not even sure if anyone was hit, thinking all the while, *They are ALL UnWorthy!!! ALL OF THEM!!!* then runs off in a direction that Its not even sure of Itself.
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