Chief Rodier strolled leisurely down the hall, its end opening up onto the oft-used Holodeck One. When he’d checked the logs earlier that day it had been reserved by NC Grimm, who Henry had been working on a program with. His hope was that the cadet would have made some progress on the program, and maybe even be taking it for a test run. When Rodier came upon the Holodeck’s door, however, he that he didn’t even need to use his credentials to force it open - the lock had been disengaged. Now even more curious, he proceeded in.

What the Chief was met with was quite a scene. There was indeed a program running, as before him was a greenish couch facing a flatscreen TV playing some old runs of Looney Tunes, which he would otherwise have guessed was a crew member’s attempt at making themself feel at home. The one hiccup with that plan was that NC Grimm was sprawled out on the couch, a knife was sticking out of his shoulder, and the couch was so spattered with red it looked like Christmas had come early.

Like any good officer, the first thing Henry did was panic, which included widening eyes, heavy breathing, weakening knees, and even a couple seconds of panting. Regaining his composure and having a quick moment of realization, the Chief scanned the room, then tapped his comm. =^= All officers on Deck 5, please report to Holodeck One. =^=

OOC: I might be running a little mini-GM here, but have some fun, insert yourself however you want - woken up from a dead sleep or already sprinting down the corridor, Idc :)

~ Lt. jr. gr. Rodier - CoS