MSPNPC Doctor Bryon Douffet- Why?!
Charlotte Brexis
((Sickbay, Deck 5 - USS Icarus))
He reached out to the wall beside him and watched as his own hand passed through with no resistance.
Pretak: I tried to grab one of their pistols, but couldn’t… however, I experiences some itching or electricity on my hand.
Douffet: Oh no… Please my dear, don’t do that. We don’t know what all of this is. We don’t know how it will affect us. If it feels wrong, it probably is.
Pretak: I thought it was prudent. They’re armed, we're not. It wasn’t intentional to pass through it, but it happened.
Bryon looked around the room at the intruders who continued to rifle through his sickbay.
Douffet: This is outrageous. ::Shaking his head:: I can not believe the audacity.
Pretak: For the moment, we can watch them and they don’t seem to notice us, so this gives us an advantage in getting information of what they’re looking for. We can also try to… either see if they notice us, or try to get to get something from them.
Without notice, Bryon took off towards one of the suited up people and attempted to make contact, but his body went right through theirs. He let out a loud huff and turned back to Pretak.
Douffet: What do we do now?
Pretak: We can observe them, or look for others. I haven’t found others of our crewmates, but I wasn’t looking for them. There’s some places we can find people. Engineering, the bridge, science labs,... even crew quarters.
Douffet: Why can’t any of those options be ‘things return to normal and we go home?’ I don’t know, maybe we should go look for others? See if there’s more than just us two. The bridge might be a good place to start.
Bryon shrugged and let out a helpless huff.
Pretak: If we want to get there, there might be a problem. We can’t take the lifts, we can’t call for them as we pass through the walls. And there’s no guarantee we won’t fall upon entering the cabin.
Douffet: Even if the ship had power, who knows if we would be able to actually get anywhere… ::putting his hand through the wall again:: Physics are out the darn window.
Pretak: You’re right… systems are shut down… Make me wonder why we can walk, but I won’t complain.
With a wild gesture towards the intruders, Bryon made a face.
Douffet: Do we even know what they are? Or if we can get their attention.
Pretak: I haven’t had a chance to look at them properly. I’ll try something…
Pretak stepped forward towards one of the suited people. Their lights bright against his face as he got closer to the helmet.
What in the Four Hells was that?!
The person took a leap backwards and faltered.
Pretak: What?
Douffet: Do you think they saw you?
Pretak: Response
Bryon shook his head slowly.
Douffet: Maybe we should stop trying to interact with them. They seem… Hostile.
Pretak: Response
He watched as his once hidden bottle of Scotch drifted through the air, he tried to grab it, but his hand passed through.
Douffet: I could sure use that about now…
His eyes drifted to the dead tribbles floating out of the drawer.
Douffet: AND WHY ARE THERE TRIBBLES IN MY SICKBAY?!
Pretak: Response
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Lieutenant JG Charlotte Brexis
Intelligence Officer