Ensign Maezel Fenn – Crypt Or Prison?
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(( Mysterious Structure, Gateside Dimension ))
The locked front door had been overcome thanks to the power diverted from the shuttle. Maezel was relieved that it hadn’t compromised
the shuttle, thus protecting their way home. The challenge now was the structure itself – the team had entered to find a deathly silent, extremely still environment.
Fenn: ::voice shaking slightly:: I suppose we should try and find the wounded life sign first.
Kovar / Marshall: Response
With nowhere to go but forward the team advanced slowly down the corridor, barely able to see twenty meters ahead of them.
After a few minutes, they came to another door. Made of the same black material as the rest of the facility, it seemed just as strong yet ill maintained as the entrance had been. Despite her spiking anxiety, Maezel was relieved that this one opened for them immediately. As
the old doors screeched open with the same metallic chorus as the first, it revealed a sanguine scarlet coloured forcefield which spat the occasional spark of electrical energy as its low-pitched hum growled angrily with seemingly ancient energy, making Maezel feel nauseous the
closer she got to its bone rattling vibration.
In front of the forcefield flashed what appeared to be a holographic interface. Maezel reached for her tricorder and scanned
the interface. She linked the scan into the universal translator only for it to reply with a sharp, distorted whine as the syntax of the language threatened to overload the processor. Stowing her tricorder back on her EVA suit, she glanced at the interface.
The letters, if that’s what they were, seemed to be made of straight lines stacked in various lengths and angles. A series of lines at the bottom seemed to flicker to the rhythm of a dying heartbeat. To Maezel it seemed as though they needed to press this
part of the interface before they could proceed though what they’d be agreeing to she could not say.
Fenn: ::looking back at the others:: What do you think? Do we press it?
Kovar / Marshall: Response
As the group turned to try and find another way around a second forcefield slammed down in front of them, almost catching Maezel in
the process. She stumbled back, looking again at the first forcefield and noticed the flashing letters had become more intense. Whatever this place was seemed to want them to go forward, not back. With a confirmatory glance at Commander Marshall, she pressed
the glowing letters.
The second her touch left the interface the forcefield disengaged with a sharp snap only for a high pitched, maniacal laugh to echo
down the hallway. Maezel froze, holding a breath. The laughing climbed in pitch, transforming into a sharp shriek as part of a fear-inducing crescendo that seemed to pierce her thoughts. Then it stopped. The hairs on the back of Maezel’s neck rose. Her blood
felt like ice in her veins. A single, wet intake of break sounded next to her ear.
Maezel snapped round and fired her phaser rifle. The beam cut through the air exactly where the sound had seemed to originate but
a quick glance at the rifle’s sensors confirmed only a lingering cold spot—as if the air itself just froze.
Fenn: ::breathing ragged, eyes wide:: What in the deepest hells was that?
Kovar / Marshall: Response