Lieutenant Anton Richards: Three Ships

[Writer Guy]

(( Bridge, Deck 1, USS Octavia E. Butler ))

Anton’s mind was whirring distractingly as he attempted to process the many little things that had led to his decision. It was all too coincidental. The chances of pulling Rouiancet of all people back into phase, out of a random shot must have been one in a million. 

It was probably more likely that the transporters malfunctioned all together causing a series of chain reactions that took out both the OEB and the DOW in both their phases. 

The likelihood of the transporter malfunctioning and taking out half a deck was probably more in the cards.

Nope. No way.

Rouiancet: What do you think is going on?

Richards: We are under the suspicion that you…

Anton couldn’t find the words, they weren’t that important right now. He needed to be sure. At the nearest terminal Anton began looking up the logs of the incident.

Maybe something in her DNA, anything.

Richards: We think you…

Rouiancet: Oh! I-- That is to say, you-- You do?

Richards: You are speaking strangely. 

Rouiancet began to laugh, the laughter hit Anton like two starships exploding in two different phases. 

The first ship hit Anton’s knee’s and they buckled slightly, the whirring was getting louder and louder and Anton began to look pale.

Rouiancet: I'm not. I just wanted to (beat) talk. Maybe it was a little awkward, but I didn't think…

Which was exactly when the second ship hit Anton, as Rouiancet’s laughter seemed to grow louder and louder. She wasn’t laughing anymore, it was the feeling of laughter that rang through Anton’s head.

Anton wasn’t searching for the logs any longer, he was leaning over the terminal and it might have looked like a last ditch effort but he wasn’t making any progress. He just wanted the laughter to stop. 

Richards: Stop it!

Rouiancet: Response?

Anton had regained a bit of energy and with a loud yell, he hoisted himself back up to a working position. He turned towards one of the security team.

Richards: The logs. It’ll be in the logs.

Rouiancet: Response?

Would you believe that there was a third ship? Down went Anton to the floor of the bridge, the third ship consisted only of doubt. Doubt was the worst one. Anton barely held onto consciousness.

[TAGS & TBC]

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Lieutenant Anton Richards

Security Officer

USS Octavia E. Butler -  NCC-82850

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