Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in FPT-LS: Andromeda’s Curse - Bridge - USS Einstein
OOC: Copying from another thread
IC:
Hampton grinned at the sandman, “Well, if you are going to make a habit of cutting down the number of suspects for me, you’re hardly motivating me to play along.” He stood up. His voice a low growl. “I have spent my life in pain far greater than you could ever inflict. Loneliness, depression and the feeling of complete futility are much more poignant than a quick neck snapping. I may be dead in an hour, but I will not spend it jumping through your hoops you pathetic creature.” His eyes narrowed. “If this is my time, I’d rather be killed standing on my feet than living on my knees.”

Hampton looked at Potter’s corpse. A new feeling entered him, accompanying the frustration and anger, satisfaction. Staring down at the body, Hampton realized something he dare not admit to anyone around him. He was glad the ensign was dead. He looked back the Sandman. “You are going to have to try your routine on some of the other puppets around here, this one doesn’t mind seeing other’s have their strings cut.” While his face remained narrowed and serious, a dark gleam had taken residence in his eyes.

Lt. William Hampton- CE

Goatman advanced upon Hampton reaching out clawed fingers to grasp at his throat and pull him closer. An unholy rasping breath coming from him. Then suddenly he screams in a rage and disappears.

Sandman

With a strong sharp pain to his head, Hampton’s vision blacked out and then he found himself on a hard cold floor, a huge amount of weight on top of him. Between the legs and arms of his fellow away team members he could see the bridge, and hear the subtle hum of his shield. He was burried under the rest of the away team. Once he pulled himself from under the dog pile he would notice he was still on the bridge of the Einstein. Some of the screens were working properly and others were glitching horribly. The klaxons were flashing red and yellow and alarms were going off. In the distance the screaming of a very angry child could be heard having a tantrum.
Sandman

Rage, pure, unadulterated rage, was all Hampton felt. He had been manipulated, put into a game for someone’s entertainment, and played with. His fellow away team members had done him no good, and he had failed to stop whatever had put him to sleep. His left fist clenched, his right hand went to his holster, where his phaser was still placed. His eyes narrowed and a massive scowl was on his face. The sound of a child crying simple fed his rage, he set his phaser to kill. He looked down at the rest of the away team, no time to revive them, they would surely stop him. He turned and headed toward the sound of the screams.

Somebody was going to die.

Lt. William Hampton-CE