OOC: Just sending in a few of Alora’s responses. Leaving the tags for Blueheart intact. :)
((Corridor, USS Yuan Tseh Lee, sometime in 2373))
Washington: This isn't how it was. This isn't right. What's going on?
::She didn’t say anything, just continued to give her report.::
Ellis: The webs constrict around the organs and cause them to stop functioning.
Washington: You're not Claire…
::She raised an eyebrow as she looked over at him, but still, Claire, or Alora, simply continued on.::
DeVeau: They'll eat us from the inside.
Washington: What are you doing here?
DeVeau: What do you think? They all will, if we let them. We can’t let them.
::Around them, shadows fell, casting the bridge in darkness.
Washington: This isn't real…
DeVeau: We’ve got to fight.
Washington: No, you're not supposed to be here.
DeVeau: I’m not?
::She took a step toward him, those green eyes in a focused, penetrating gaze.::
Washington: No! I said you're not supposed to be here! You were never here. You aren't Claire.
::She paused, a handspan between them, head tilted upward, still studying him closely.::
DeVeau: None of us are.
::Before he could speak again, Alora lifted a finger to his lips to stop him.::
DeVeau: None of us are what we seem. There’s more to each of us than meets the eye.
::With that, the darkness consumed them both.::
::He awoke with a slight gasp, taking a few seconds as his eyes adjusted to the surroundings of his quarters again.::
::He took a deep breath as he sat up.::
::What did it mean?::
::Well, he wouldn't get answers here. He got dressed and headed down to sickbay.::
((Sickbay, USS Invicta))
::Entering Sickbay, he found his chief medical officer standing over some samples he was looking at under a microscope.::
Washington: ::nods:: This won't take long. I wanted to check on the condition of Commander DeVeau. How is she?