The ship still lurched, vacant, the away team’s transporter beams briefly lit up the darkened transporter room. The members would notice first that the only lights were the red alerts notices which turned the entire room red for a second before plunging it once again into complete darkness, just to be lit again for a second. The only sound was the red alert klaxon, which called out to them, desperate to be acknowledged.

The next thing the team would notice was the semicircle of officers standing before them, hands at their sides, standing straight, as if at attention. Their backs, however, were turned, each body facing away from the team, except for their heads. Their blood shot eyes made contact with the teams own gaze, as their heads were seemingly put on backwards. The were they eyes of fear and terror. Their mouths were gone, and simply replaced with hollow holes. Their semi circle surrounded the transporter pad, the only way to get around them was to walk in between them.

Storyteller S