USS COCHRANE: Dead End

SD: 23.0211.2100
SCENE: Turbolift, Deck 2
TIME: shortly after "Element of Surprise"

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Hemux felt unusually uneasy. The turbolift seemed smaller somehow. The Bolian felt alone and the emotion surprised him. Such a big ship with so many crewmates would normally bring feelings of crowding.

The turbolift doors opened. The hallway in deck two was empty. A chill covered the counselor.

Hemux walked briskly down the corridor to his quarters. He thought it best to stay there until the senior officer's briefing or at least until he heard something from security about his concerns.

The door swished open. Arn continued to feel cold, despite the unusually warm climate he maintained in his room.

*This doesn't feel right,* he considered.

The door closed. He turned on the primary lights and went into the restroom for brief moment. He thought maybe a good face wash might do him some good. A few minutes later, Hemux approached the food replicator.

"Hot cocoa, very rich."

A smooth, dark liquid with a pleasing aroma appeared. Taking the cup in hand, Arn slowly turned to face the entrance to the room. The cup and its hot contents flew from his hands as he saw someone in the entry way.

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Respectfully,

Doug
Player Awards: Viper Badge; Starfleet Medal of Promise; Blue Ribbon; Gold Ribbon, Starfleet Leadership Medal

-Lt. Arn Hemux
Surak Medal
Counselor, USS COCHRANE