Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster) in Rodier’s Quarters- Main Sim

Posted by Lieutenant Henry Rodier (Chief of Security) in Rodier’s Quarters- Main Sim

Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster) in Rodier’s Quarters- Main Sim
Posted by… suppressed (2) by the Post Ghost! 👻
Not long after the ship had docked at Jupiter Station and Henry had returned to his quarters, his computer console beeped with an incoming message.

~Mischief Maker

Rodier’s tired eyes drooped yet lower as he heard the distinctive Byop of his personal console. It hadn’t been a particularly work-heavy day for the Lieutenant - mostly menial tasks, namely organizing crew leave. However, in an effort to get through leave requests and contact all his subordinates, he had chosen a quick glass of milk and piece of fruit over a full dinner.

This choice had not left him hungry - it was not an uncommon decision with deadlines constantly approaching. But Henry nonetheless half-trudged over to the console, tapping the proper key to listen to whatever was waiting for him.

Lt. Rodier - CoS

The screen shifted, though there was some static before things cleared and a recorded message played automatically. There was a man gazing back at him who looked just like him, but much older. His temples were peppered grey and those same green-brown eyes looked desperate and terribly sad. =/\=Henry, trust your senses. It is who you think it is. I can’t do everything I want to do but I can do this, I can warn you. Don’t dig. Just this once, don’t let your curiosity get the better of you. Leave well enough alone. Avoid Jupiter Station or so many people in the Sol System will die and you will regret it the rest of your life. You can change this. For me, for you, for a lot of people. You’ve been warned.=/\=

The screen went blank.

~Mischief Maker

OOC: switched out a name

OOC: Oops, haha! Apologies.

IC:
Henry blinked. Then stumbled backward. Then sat heavily in a nearby chair. Then stood right back up, heart pounding, and tried to access the console, tapping desperately for the voice input. “Computer, what was the origin of that message?” His breathing remained heightened, those greenish eyes seered into his own.

~ Lt. Henry Rodier- CoS

“Unknown,” the computer replied.

~Mischief Maker

His heart raced faster, and with a jolt he scrambled for the pad of paper he kept near his bed and started scribbling down the message. It is who you think it is… His hand flew across the page. Just this once, don’t let your curiosity… he could almost feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins. Sol System will die… You’ve been warned. He finished writing and sat back, realizing he’d hardly breathed in the past minute.

Henry’s mind was normally sharp and focused. It sometimes became a little hazy depending on his habits. That moment, leaning back against the edge of his bed, it was somehow both and neither at the same time. Flashes of first-year Academy training hit him and he tried to slow his breathing.

It took a full minute and a half before the man hunched against his bedframe could think straight, and then the thoughts themselves were far from straight. He would normally have gone straight to the CO or XO without question, but… Henry had never been so scared of himself, of what he might do, of what he might cause, in his entire life. Was the right thing to do… nothing?

He walked back over to the console and clicked the input button again. =^= Rodier to Halcyone, meet me at the Security Office with all haste. =^= He clicked off, grabbed the scribbled-on piece of paper, and strode out the door toward the Turbolift.

~ Lt. Rodier - CoS