Posted by Lieutenant Lance Von Hellsing (Engineer / RTF) in MPT-LS - Year of Hell - A worrying infestation on deck 11 - Attn. Vonn or any RTF

Posted by Captain Zachariah Cobb (Commanding Officer) in MPT-LS - Year of Hell - A worrying infestation on deck 11 - Attn. Vonn or any RTF

Posted by Lieutenant Lance Von Hellsing (Engineer / RTF) in MPT-LS - Year of Hell - A worrying infestation on deck 11
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OOC: Absolutely anyone is welcome to jump in here…

IC: Ensign Anderson was sure. He’d walked this gangway daily patrolling blue containment bays one and two. And yesterday, the wall at which he was currently staring had been different.
The ten-inch, reinforced tritanium, barrier that surrounded computer core section E was decorated on its cylindrical outer face by familiar components - a singular biometric scanner offering access through a singular, triple-plated door. Plus several terminal screens displaying core temperature, ambient pressure and other key performance metrics of the Leviathan’s entire computer estate.

But what hadn’t been present yesterday on the blue-tinged metal surface, sitting just overhead of the doorway and about the size of a standard poker chip, was a curious black spot. Closer inspection would reveal it to be less black and more an absence of any colour, as if one was peering through a hole and into the void beyond. Except this was not a hole, it was solid, and somewhat fuzzy to the naked eye, although Anderson was not foolish enough to confirm that suspicion by touch.

Still, as he continued to stare, as he had been doing for the past several hours, he fancied he could see the strange fuzz moving. As if undulating in a gentle but undetected breeze…

• NE Anderson

Hellsing was watching from the shadows “ boy how long have you been on board for… on a ship full of monsters if you see something different like that you don’t contact someone immediately. Do you know what son you were what people will call the first red shirt to die” he said walking out of the shadows with a small containment capsule to place around the thing. “ I don’t know what this is but The tri Corders are Giving un conclusive scans so until we know more we’re going to keep it contained in this area…. But next time get someone just don’t continue to stare at it who knows what could’ve happened it could’ve killed your butt” he then got up and tapped his Com =A= dr. Hellsing to Containment Chief we have a possible breach can you please come down here now =A=

Dr. Hellsing
Lt. Lance Von Hellsing

At the sound of Hellsing’s voice, the ensign visibly started, as if woken suddenly from a deep and all-encompassing sleep.
“Oh! I…I was…I was just watching it. I…”
He turned to Lance with teary, unfocused eyes. “Do you see it? Moving? I don’t like the way it moves.”

• NE Anderson

Lance put his hands on the ensign shoulders and looked into the mans eyes “ok ensign I need you to focus on me can you tell me your name and rank” he asked. Lance was thinking this thing had the ability to Compel something to touch it. Like a Venus fly trap.

Dr. Hellsing
Lt. Lance Von Hellsing

“I?” Anderson replied, eyes staring through Hellsing to some unseen point at his back. “I am the watcher.”
A shudder, then suddenly the man’s eyes grew wide, frantically scanning the deck as if for the very first time. So too this stranger before him, although the robustness of Hellsing’s demeanour did much to steady the other man.

“Ensign Thomas Anderson, Sir,” he finally declared, casting off his former confusion like a shroud. “Security. Containment patrol. Bravo shift. Sir.”
He stood now at full attention, eyes focused almost exclusively on the engineer, although every so often would come a brief and furtive glance to the top of the core wall…

• NE Anderson