It moved as swiftly as it could, savouring each measure of distance away from the shell that had kept is contained for so long. The environment had shifted though and there was a palpable tension as it moved along. After so long it felt good to take a form again. Freeing! And now that it had tasted that freedom again, it vowed never to allow itself to lose that freedom ever again.

Coming out at a particular place that seemed quiet, it took another form, one that it had seen briefly when it had fled. But it opted for a different size and age just in case these beings were like the others.

In Sickbay 2, a small Human boy (probably around six or seven years in age) appeared. Seeing that there were others around, the boy darted to a biobed and crouched down to the base.

~Mischief Maker